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
"What rocks and reefs can do with the greatest ease, we may perhaps
achieve by taking a little trouble," was the Prince's thought. The
tools which had been used in the construction of the ship's hull might
now be useful in destroying a fragment of it. It would be quite enough
to make an opening as big as a man's hand, or to remove a plank. The
water, which only asks to be let in and glide everywhere, would be
quite content with that.
Raiden, leaning from the canoe, felt the slimy sides of the ship, and
searched under the sticky moss, under paint and tar, for the heads of
the nails which held the planks together. The Prince and the sailor
Nata tried to hold the boat as nearly stationary as might be. Raiden
took a tool from his belt, and with great exertion dug out a few nails.
"This ship is well built," said he; "the nails are as long as
sword-blades; besides, they are rusty, and as firm in the wood as big
teeth in a young jaw."
"Do you think we can carry out our plan?"
"I certainly hope so," said Raiden. "It is impossible that a nobleman
like you could take such trouble for nothing; only I am very awkwardly
situated, with my head down, and obliged to pull out the nails
obliquely. I must get into the water."
"Are you crazy?" said Nata. "The sea is very deep here."
"There must be a rope in the boat."
"Yes," said Nata.
"Very well; fasten the two ends to the seat."
Nata quickly obeyed, and Raiden passed the rope under his arms.
"In this way I shall be suspended in the water," said he; and he slid
silently over the side of the boat. For more than an hour he worked in
the darkness, without uttering a single word; and as his hands moved
beneath the water, he made no noise. Nothing was audible save the
monotonous tread of the sentinel and the dash of the waves against the
ship.
"Pass me the saki," said Raiden at last; "I am cold."
"It is my turn to work," said Nata. "Get into the boat again."
"It is done," said Raiden. "I have taken out the nails all round a
plank as long as our boat, and as broad as Nata is from shoulder to
shoulder."
"Then you have fully succeeded," said the Prince.
"Not yet; the most difficult part remains. The plank is dovetailed,
into its two neighbors, and affords no hold by which I can pull it out."
"Try to slip your tool into the crack."
"I have been trying, but in vain," said Raiden; "the plank must be
pushed from the inside."
"That cannot be done," said Nagato.
Raiden raised his head; he looked at the ship's hull.
"Is there not a port-hole up there over our heads?" he asked.
"I see nothing," said the Prince.
"You are not accustomed, as we are, to see through the darkness on
stormy nights," said Nata; "but I see the port-hole very plainly."
"Some one must get in there, and push out the plank," said Raiden.
"You are crazy; none of us could squeeze through that narrow opening."
"If little Loo were here," muttered Raiden, "he would get in there soon
enough, he would!"
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