Iriya, after giving orders for the flags, threw herself before the family shrine, where lights burned always in small, steady, pointed flames. "Ancestral spirits of our home, old deities of this land, give strength to our soldiers and sailors!" she whispered. Tetsujo brushed past her, fully equipped for walking. His old face twitched with eagerness. "Do you not wait for your worthless breakfast, honorable master?" ventured Suzumé. Onda gave a loud laugh and tossed the old dame a handful of coin. "Breakfast! I'm eating and drinking food of the gods! Here! Take this money, and all of you women go to your temple and make offering! I seek the public places where men assemble." Suddenly he halted. Hagané's last words came to his ears. His face turned black, and he slowly walked into the house with bent head. "I had forgotten--I cannot go. Serve the breakfast as usual," he muttered in the voice of an old man. Stumbling into the main room he said under his breath, "Hachiman Sama, help me to endure! On a day like this--I, Onda Tetsujo--I a warrior of Hagané's clan--I must be held here like a tame cock in a bamboo basket! Had I not seen the look in his Highness's eye--I might hurl all aside and take the risk--" Soft footsteps had been following him. He wheeled, to face Yuki. Her eyes were gleaming and steady, though her face had crimsoned with shame. "Father," she began proudly, "I know the reason of your return. All your heart burns to be with other men, and to hear full news of this mighty event. Go, I entreat you! There is no fear of what--you and Prince Hagané think." The old warrior himself now showed embarrassment. He would not meet her gaze, but let his eyes move restlessly about the floor as he answered: "Yes, my old heart strains like a bowstring to be gone--and I do not dare! You defied me once,--my blood grows hot at the thought of it." "Still, I am your daughter," said Yuki. "And I think you will believe me when I offer you my pledge that, from this moment till your return, even though it be a week hence, I shall not leave this house and garden, shall not admit a foreign guest to it nor listen to foreign speech." "I believe you," said Tetsujo, with great relief in his face. "You will neither go nor admit a foreign guest--nor write and receive letters?" Yuki caught up her sleeve. Onda's face darkened. Deliberately drawing forth the letter she offered it to her father, saying, "Here is one I have already written and shall send. Will you not trust me even further and be the one by whose hand it goes?" "Me post it? Me put it in a box?" he asked in amazement. "The meaning it bears is not against your desire, father. Rather may it destroy an evil that already lives. I ask you to take it." "To bargain thus with a mere girl--" the samurai muttered. Then he threw his head back. "My blood is in your veins. I trust you. Give it."