The Usurper: An Episode in Japanese HistoryGautier, Judith
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The Usurper: An Episode in Japanese History
Gautier, Judith
French fiction -- Translations into English; Japan -- History -- Fiction
"No," said Hieyas; "Fide-Yori himself will agree with me. I must
initiate him slowly into my labors, and point out to him the possible
solutions of the questions now in debate. Has he ever paid any heed to
the affairs of the nation? His young intelligence was not yet ripe,
and I spared him the fatigues of government. I alone possess the
instructions of the great Taiko, and I alone can carry on the vast work
which he undertook. The task is not yet accomplished. Therefore, in
obedience to that venerated chief, I must, in spite of your opinion,
retain in my own hands the power intrusted to me by him; but, to show
you how highly I esteem your advice, from this day forth the youthful
Fide-Yori shall share the grave cares whose burden I have hitherto
borne alone. Answer, Fide-Yori," added Hieyas; "say for yourself if I
have spoken after your own heart."
Fide-Yori slowly turned his ashen face towards Hieyas and gazed at him
fixedly. Then, after a moment's silence, he said in a voice somewhat
trembling, although full of scorn: "The noise made by Swallow bridge as
it fell beneath my tread has not made me deaf to your voice."
Hieyas turned pale before him whom he had striven to send to his death;
he was humbled by his crime. His lofty intelligence suffered from these
spots of blood and dirt which bespattered it; he saw them in the future
darkening his name, which he longed to render glorious, certain that
his duty towards his country was to keep in his own hands the power of
which he was worthier than any other. He felt a sort of indignation at
being obliged to compel by force that which public interest should have
eagerly required of him. However, resolved to struggle to the end, he
raised his head, bowed for an instant beneath the weight of tumultuous
thoughts, and cast a savage and overbearing glance around the room.
A threatening silence had followed the Shogun's words. It was prolonged
until it became painful; the Prince of Satsuma broke it at last.
"Hieyas," he said, "I summon you in my master's name to lay down the
powers with which you were invested by Taiko-Sama."
"I refuse!" said Hieyas.
A cry of amazement escaped from the lips of all the nobles. The Prince
of Mayada rose; he advanced slowly towards Hieyas, and drew from his
breast a paper yellowed by age.
"Do you recognize this?" said he, unfolding the writing, which he held
before the eyes of Hieyas. "Was it indeed with your blood that you
traced your traitorous name here side by side with my loyal one? Have
you forgotten the form of the oath,--'The powers which you intrust to
us we will restore to your child upon his majority; we swear it on the
remains of our ancestors, before the luminous disk of the sun'? Taiko
fell peacefully asleep when he saw those few scarlet lines; to-day he
will rise from his tomb, perjurer, to curse you."
The old man, trembling with anger, crumpled in his hands the oath
written in blood and flung it in Hieyas' face.
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