In those times,the order of a samurai was not to be lightly disobeyed.Hoichi donned his sandals,took his biwa,and went away with the stranger,who guided him deftly,but obliged him to walk very fast.The hand that guided was iron;and the clank of the warrior's stride proved him fully armed,--probably some palace-guard on duty.Hoichi's first alarm was over:he began to imagine himself in good luck;--for,remembering the retainer's assurance about a "person of exceedingly high rank,"he thought that the lord who wished to hear the recitation could not be less than a daimyo of the first class.Presently the samurai halted;and Hoichi became aware that they had arrived at a large gateway;--and he wondered,for he could not remember any large gate in that part of the town,except the main gate of the Amidaji."Kaimon!"[4]the samurai called,--and there was a sound of unbarring;and the twain passed on.They traversed a space of garden,and halted again before some entrance;and the retainer cried in a loud voice,"Within there!I have brought Hoichi."Then came sounds of feet hurrying,and screens sliding,and rain-doors opening,and voices of womeni n converse.By the language of the women Hoichi knew them to be domestics in some noble household;but he could not imagine to what place he had been conducted.Little time was allowed him for conjecture.After he had been helped to mount several stone steps,upon the last of which he was told to leave his sandals,a woman's hand guided him along interminable reaches of polished planking,and round pillared angles too many to remember,and over widths amazing of matted floor,--into the middle of some vast apartment.There he thought that many great people were assembled:the sound of the rustling of silk was like the sound of leaves in a forest.He heard also a great humming of voices,--talking in undertones;and the speech was the speech of courts.
Hoichi was told to put himself at ease,and he found a kneeling-cushion ready for him.After having taken his place upon it,and tuned his instrument,the voice of a woman --whom he divined to be the Rojo,or matron in charge of the female service --addressed him,saying,--
"It is now required that the history of the Heike be recited,to the accompaniment of the biwa."
Now the entire recital would have required a time of many nights:therefore Hoichi ventured a question:--
"As the whole of the story is not soon told,what portion is it augustly desired that I now recite?"
The woman's voice made answer:--
"Recite the story of the battle at Dan-no-ura,--for the pity of it is the most deep."[5]
Then Hoichi lifted up his voice,and chanted the chant of the fight on the bitter sea,--wonderfully making his biwa to sound like the straining of oars and the rushing of ships,the whirr and the hissing of arrows,the shouting and trampling of men,the crashing of steel upon helmets,the plunging of slain in the flood.And to left and right of him,in the pauses of his playing,he could hear voices murmuring praise:"How marvelous an artist!"--"Never in our own province was playing heard like this!"--"Not in all the empire is there another singer like Hoichi!"Then fresh courage came to him,and he played and sang yet better than before;and a hush of wonder deepened about him.But when at last he came to tell the fate of the fair and helpless,--the piteous perishing of the women and children,--and the death-leap of Nii-no-Ama,with the imperial infant in her arms,--then all the listeners uttered together one long,long shuddering cry of anguish;and thereafter they wept and wailed so loudly and so wildly that the blind man was frightened by the violence and grief that he had made.For much time the sobbing and the wailing continued.But gradually the sounds of lamentation died away;and again,in the great stillness that followed,Hoichi heard the voice of the woman whom he supposed to be the Rojo.
She said:--
"Although we had been assured that you were a very skillful player upon the biwa,and without an equal in recitative,we did not know that any one could be so skillful as you have proved yourself to-night.Our lord has been pleased to say that he intends to bestow upon you a fitting reward.But he desires that you shall perform before him once every night for the next six nights --after which time he will probably make his august return-journey.To-morrow night,therefore,you are to come here at the same hour.The retainer who to-night conducted you will be sent for you...There is another matter about which I have been ordered to inform you.It is required that you shall speak to no one of your visits here,during the time of our lord's august sojourn at Akamagaseki.As he is traveling incognito,[6]he commands that no mention of these things be made...You are now free to go back to your temple."
After Hoichi had duly expressed his thanks,a woman's hand conducted him to the entrance of the house,where the same retainer,who had before guided him,was waiting to take him home.The retainer led him to the verandah at the rear of the temple,and there bade him farewell.
It was almost dawn when Hoichi returned;but his absence from the temple had not been observed,--as the priest,coming back at a very late hour,had supposed him asleep.During the day Hoichi was able to take some rest;and he said nothing about his strange adventure.In the middle of the following night the samurai again came for him,and led him to the august assembly,where he gave another recitation with the same success that had attended his previous performance.But during this second visit his absence from the temple was accidentally discovered;and after his return in the morning he was summoned to the presence of the priest,who said to him,in a tone of kindly reproach:--
"We have been very anxious about you,friend Hoichi.To go out,blind and alone,at so late an hour,is dangerous.Why did you go without telling us?I could have ordered a servant to accompany you.And where have you been?"
