"An old dried-up man like you? I had rather try--"
"Kyogoku?"
"Yes; smart Alex; he has left a bit of ginger, if not as much audacity
as--some others."
"Oho, aha; I can, perhaps, also, place him."
"Not on your life."
"I wonder."
"I don't; I've a sister."
"So, so; and two of them. It's a pretty nest or nests, or something they
build--I'm building. Hideyoshi! Whipped every man in Japan, that's worth
the trouble, and three will-o'-the-wisps would set up housekeeping on
results. Esyo denies me, Jokoin defies me, and Yodogima--you can go,
young lady; you and I couldn't quarrel, should we try; but, remember, a
bird in the hand is worth two in the bush--I wonder, is Yodogima in a
better mood?"
"Don't do so much wondering. Just try your luck. You ought to know how."
"I do; I do; I'll vow, you've made a new man of me."
"And you've made me happy. What's the use--the priests: the exiles--"
"There, now; run along; love and law--edicts must be obeyed. Hang the
villains; the bonzes were a blessing; treachery is damnation!"
Jokoin left him, standing in a rage; she knew very well that he was then
on the way to plead his own cause in very different terms, if not with
less success than she had met in a manner so unexpected and unthought.
Two things, however, were accomplished in that short, saucy, and withal
agreeable conversation; the kwambaku had been fairly warned as to
Yodogima's real temper, and he himself wrought into the proper humor for
his contemplated meeting: the fun of taunting, had recompensed Jokoin.
"I'll have this thing settled, once and for all," muttered Hideyoshi, as
Jokoin disappeared behind a moving cavalcade and he had turned to climb
the hill where Yodogima marvelled and fretted the tardiness of his
appearance.
An old yashiki (mansion) afforded the princess temporary quarters
farther up on the hillside and away from the hurry-skurry of the camp
below. It was warm and restful, with a breeze blowing gently inland from
the ruffled bay in front and the seething ocean beyond. Yodogima sat at
the veranda's edge, high upon the stone-abutting wall that terraced here
and there the hill's sharp incline or served as foundation to some house
perched high in air. The skies were clear, and now and then a raven
hawked his weird cry aloft the stilled hamlets in front or clusters of
seagull reeled and fed in the distance.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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