A PRIEST FROM THE CAPITAL.
A PRIEST OF AKASAKA (really the ghost of the robber KUMASAKA NO CHOHAN).
CHORUS.

These weary feet that found the World
Too sad to walk in, whither
Oh whither shall wandering lead them?

Over the mountains, down the Ōmi road by a foam-flecked stream;
And through the woods of Awazu.
Over the long bridge of Seta
Heavily my footfall clangs.
In the bamboo-woods of Noji I await the dawn.
There where the Morning dew lies thick, over the Greenfield Plain,
Green in name only--for the leaves are red with autumn--
In evening sunshine to the village of Akasaka I am come!

Hey, you priest, I have something to say to you!

What is it you would say to me?

To-day is some one's birthday. I beg of you to pray for the salvation of his soul.

I have left the World, and it is my business now to say such prayers; but of whom am I to think when I pray?

There is no need to know his name. He is buried in that tomb over there, among the rushes to this side of the pine-tree. It is because he cannot get free 1 that he needs your prayers.

No, no; it will not do. I cannot pray for him unless I know his name.

Pray, none the less. For it is written, "All the creatures of the world shall be profited.
There shall be no distinction."

From dying and being born.

Deliver him, oh deliver him!

For he that taketh a prayer unto himself
Even though his name be not named, if he receive it gladly,
Is the owner of the prayer.
Was not the promise made to the trees of the field,
To the soil of the land? Though the heart that Prays marks no name upon the prayer,
Yet shall it be heard.

Then come back to my cottage with me and pass the night there.

I will come.

Listen! I thought you were taking me to where there would be a chapel, so that I could begin my prayers. But here I ran see no painted picture nor carven image that I could put up. There is nothing on the wall but a great pike,--no handstaff, but only an iron crowbar; and other weapons of war are nailed up. What is the reason of this?

You must know that when I first took the vows of priesthood I went round from village to village here, to Tarui, Anhaka and Akasaka--there is no end to them, but I know all the roads,--through the tall grass at Aono and the thick woods of Koyasu, night or day, rain or fine. For I was a hill-bandit in those days, a thief of the night, tilting baggage from mules' backs; even stripping servant-girls of their clothes, as they went from farm to farm, and leaving them sobbing.

Then it was that I used to take with me that pike there and waving it in their faces, "Stand and deliver!" I would cry.

But at last a time came when it was not so. 1 And after that time I was glad enough to find shelter even in such a place as this. I yielded my will and was content. For at last I had indeed resolved to leave the hateful World.

Oh petty prowess of those days!

For hand of priest unfit indeed
Such deeds and weapons had I thought;
Yet among gods
Hath not the Lord Amida his sharp sword?
Doth not the King of Love 2
Shoot arrows of salvation from his bow?
Tamon with tilted lance
Outbattled demons and hath swept away
All perils from the world.

Thoughts of love and pity
May be sins fouler

Than the Five Faults of Datta; 1
And the taking of life for faith
Be holiness greater
Than the six virtues of Bosatsu. 2
These things have I seen and heard.
But for the rest, is it not Thought alone
That either wanders in the trackless night
Of Error or awakes to the wide day?
"Master thy thoughts, or they will master thee,"
An ancient proverb 3 says.

p. 64 The wind is rising in the south-east. The clouds of the north are shifting; it is a dark night. A wild wind is sweeping the woods under the hill.

See how the branches are heaving.

The moon does not rise till dawn to-night; and even when she rises she will be covered.

Send along the order for an assault!

The whole heart divided between bow-hand and rein-hand,--oh the sin of it! For ever seizing another's treasure! Look, look on my misery, how my heart clings to the World!

If you are Kumasaka himself, tell me the story of those days.

There was a merchant, a trafficker in gold, called Kichiji of the Third Ward. Each year he brought together a great store, and loading it in bales carried it up-country. And thinking to waylay him I summoned divers trusty men. . . .

Tell me the names of those that were chosen by you and the countries they came from.

There was Kakujō of Kawachi, and the brothers Surihari that had no rivals in fencing.

Well, and from within the City itself among many there were--

There was Emon of the Third Ward and Kozaru of Mibu.

Skilful torch-throwers; in broken-attack

Their like will never be seen.

And from the North country, from Echizen

There was Matsuwaka of Asau and Kurō of Mikuni.

And from the country of Kaga, from Kumasaka

There was this Chōhan, the first of them, a great hand at deeds of villainy; and with him seventy men of the band.

On all the roads where Kichiji might be passing, up hill and down dale on every halting-place they spied, till at last

Here at the Inn of Akasaka we found him,--a fine place, with many roads leading from it. We set watch upon the place. The merchants had sent for women. From nightfall they feasted. They roystered the hours away--

And at last, very late at night,
Kichiji and his brother, with no thought for safety,
Fell into a sodden sleep.

But there was with them a boy of sixteen. 1
He put his bright eye to a hole in the wall.
He did not make the least noise.

He did not sleep a wink.

Ushiwaka! We did not know he was there.

Then the robbers, whose luck was run out,

Thinking that the hour of fortune was come,

Waited impatiently.

Oh how long it seemed till at last the order came.

Dash in!

And, hurling their firebrands,
In they rushed, each jostling to be first,
More of them and more, in a wild onslaught.
Not even the God of Peril had dared to face them.
But little Ushiwaka showed no fear.
He drew his belt-sword and met them.
The Lion Pounce, The Tiger Leap, The Bird Pounce . . . 1
He parried them all. They thrust at him but could not prevail.
Thirteen there were who attacked him;
And now, done to death, on the same pillow head to head they lie.
And others, wounded, have flung down their swords and slunk back weaponless,
Stripped of all else but life.
Then Kumasaka cried: "What demon or god can he be
Under whose hand all these have fallen? For a man he cannot be!
But even robbers need their lives! This is no work for me; I will withdraw."
And slinging his pike, slowly he turned to go.

I was thinking.

He was thinking as he went,
"Though this stripling slash so bravely,
Yet should Kumasaka employ his secret art,--
Then though the boy be ogre or hobgoblin,
Waist-strangled he would be pressed to dust."
"I will avenge the fallen," he cried, and, turning back,
He levelled his pike ;and sheltered behind the wattled door,
Waiting for the urchin to come.
Ushiwaka saw him, and drawing his sword held it close to his side,
Stood apart and watched. But Kumasaka too stood with his pike ready.
Each was waiting for the other to spring.
Then Kumasaka lost patience. He lunged with his left foot and with his pike
Struck a blow that would have pierced an iron wall.
But Ushiwaka parried it lightly and sprang to the left.
Kumasaka was after him in a moment, and as he sprang nimbly over the pike, 1
Turned the point towards him.
But as he drew back the pike, Ushiwaka crossed to the right.
Then levelling the pike, Kumasaka struck a great blow.
This time the boy parried it with a blow that disengaged them,
And springing into the air leapt hither and thither with invisible speed.
And while the robber sought him,
The wonderful boy pranced behind and stuck his sword through a chink in his coat of mail.
"Hey, what is that?" cried Kumasaka. "Has this urchin touched me?"
And he was very angry.
But soon Heaven's fatal ordinance was sealed by despair:
"This sword-play brings me no advantage," he cried; "I will wrestle with him."
Then he threw away his pike, and spreading out his great hands, p. 68
Down this corridor and into this corner he chased him, but when he would have grasped him,
Like lightning, mist, moonlight on the water,--
The eye could see, but the hand could not touch.

I was wounded again and again.

He was wounded many times, till the fierce strength of his spirit weakened and weakened. Like dew upon the moss that grows.

Round the foot of this pine-tree

Are vanished the men of this old tale.
"Oh, help me to be born to happiness."

The cocks are crowing. A whiteness glimmers over the night.
He has hidden under the shadow of the pine-trees of Akasaka;

Under the shadow of the pine-trees he has hidden himself away.