"Oh, master!" eagerly cried the girl, "with one word you can make me more radiant than Ten-Sio-Dai-Tsin, the daughter of the Sun." "And what is that word?" "Swear that you will not go to-morrow to the feast of the God of the Sea." "Why this oath?" said the Shogun, amazed at this strange request. "Because," said the young girl, shuddering, "a bridge will give way beneath the King's feet; and when night falls, Japan will be without a ruler." "I suppose you have discovered a conspiracy?" said Fide-Yori, smiling. At this incredulous smile the girl turned pale, and her eyes filled with tears. "O pure disk of light!" she cried, "he does not believe me! All that I have hitherto accomplished is in vain! This is a dreadful obstacle, of which I never dreamed. You hearken to the voice of the cricket which prophesies heat; you listen to the frog who croaks a promise of rain; but a young girl who cries, 'Take care! I have seen the trap! death is on your path!' you pay no heed to her, but plunge headlong into the snare. But it must not be; you must believe me. Shall I kill myself at your feet? My death might be a pledge of my sincerity. Besides, if I have been deceived, what matters it? You can easily absent yourself from the feast. Hear me! I come along way, from a distant province. Alone with the dull anguish of my secret, I outwitted the most subtle spies, I conquered my terrors and overcame my weakness. My father thinks me gone on a pilgrimage to Kioto; and, you see, I am in your city, in the grounds of your palace. And yet the sentinels are watchful, the moats are broad, the walls high. See, my hands are bleeding; I burn with fever. Just now I feared I could not speak, my weary heart throbbed so violently at sight of you and with the joy of saving you. But now I am dizzy, my blood has turned to ice: you do not believe me." "I believe you, and I swear to obey you," said the king, touched by her accent of despair. "I will not go to the feast of the God of the Sea." The young girl uttered a cry of delight, and gazed with gratitude at the sun as it rose above the trees. "But tell me how you discovered this plot," continued the Shogun, "and who are its authors?" "Oh! do not order me to tell you. The whole edifice of infamy that I overthrow would fall upon my own head." "So be it, my child; keep your secret. But at least tell me whence comes this great devotion, and why is my life so precious to you?" The girl slowly raised her eyes to the King, then looked down and blushed, but did not reply. A vague emotion troubled the heart of the Prince. He was silent, and yielded to the sweet sensation. He would fain have remained thus, in silence, amidst these bird songs, these perfumes, beside this kneeling maiden. "Tell me who you are, you who have saved me from death," he asked at last; "and tell me what reward I can give you worthy of your courage."