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DIPLOMACY
By Lafcadio Hearn
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It
had been ordered that the execution should take place in the garden of
the yashiki (1). So the man
was taken there, and made to kneel down in a wide sanded space crossed
by a line of tobi-ishi, or stepping-stones, such as you may still see in
Japanese landscape-gardens. His arms were bound behind him. Retainers
brought water in buckets, and rice-bags filled with pebbles; and they
packed the rice-bags round the kneeling man,-- so wedging him in that he
could not move. The master came, and observed the arrangements. He found
them satisfactory, and made no remarks.
Suddenly
the condemned man cried out to him:--
"Honored
Sir, the fault for which I have been doomed I did not wittingly commit.
It was only my very great stupidity which caused the fault. Having been
born stupid, by reason of my Karma, I could not always help making
mistakes. But to kill a man for being stupid is wrong,-- and that wrong
will be repaid. So surely as you kill me, so surely shall I be avenged;
-- out of the resentment that you provoke will come the vengeance; and
evil will be rendered for evil."...
If any
person be killed while feeling strong resentment, the ghost of that
person will be able to take vengeance upon the killer. This the samurai
knew. He replied very gently,-- almost caressingly:--
"We
shall allow you to frighten us as much as you please -- after you are
dead. But it is difficult to believe that you mean what you say. Will
you try to give us some sign of your great resentment -- after your head
has been cut off?"
"Assuredly
I will," answered the man.
"Very
well," said the samurai, drawing his long sword; -- "I am now
going to cut off your head. Directly in front of you there is a
stepping-stone. After your head has been cut off, try to bite the
stepping-stone. If your angry ghost can help you to do that, some of us
may be frightened... Will you try to bite the stone?"
"I
will bite it!" cried the man, in great anger,-- "I will bite
it! -- I will bite" --
There
was a flash, a swish, a crunching thud: the bound body bowed over the
rice sacks,-- two long blood-jets pumping from the shorn neck; -- and
the head rolled upon the sand. Heavily toward the stepping-stone it
rolled: then, suddenly bounding, it caught the upper edge of the stone
between its teeth, clung desperately for a moment, and dropped inert.
None spoke;
but the retainers stared in horror at their master. He seemed to be
quite unconcerned. He merely held out his sword to the nearest
attendant, who, with a wooden dipper, poured water over the blade from
haft to point, and then carefully wiped the steel several times with
sheets of soft paper... And thus ended the ceremonial part of the
incident.
For months
thereafter, the retainers and the domestics lived in ceaseless fear of
ghostly visitation. None of them doubted that the promised vengeance
would come; and their constant terror caused them to hear and to see
much that did not exist. They became afraid of the sound of the wind in
the bamboos,-- afraid even of the stirring of shadows in the garden. At
last, after taking counsel together, they decided to petition their
master to have a Segaki-service (2) performed on behalf of the vengeful
spirit.
"Quite
unnecessary," the samurai said, when his chief retainer had uttered
the general wish... "I understand that the desire of a dying man
for revenge may be a cause for fear. But in this case there is nothing
to fear."
The
retainer looked at his master beseechingly, but hesitated to ask the
reason of the alarming confidence.
"Oh,
the reason is simple enough," declared the samurai, divining the
unspoken doubt. "Only the very last intention of the fellow could
have been dangerous; and when I challenged him to give me the sign, I
diverted his mind from the desire of revenge. He died with the set
purpose of biting the stepping-stone; and that purpose he was able to
accomplish, but nothing else. All the rest he must have forgotten... So
you need not feel any further anxiety about the matter."
-- And
indeed the dead man gave no more trouble. Nothing at all happened.
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