The 47 Ronin Story

by John Allyn

  seems."

  "I appreciate your sentiments. You've been on Oishi's trail for so long now, you probably don't want to give up. But /am the one who interprets the facts of your observations as you report them. And on the basis of the reports, I don't see how I can justify the expenditure of any more funds to Lord Uesugi."

  Something in the way Chisaka said this made Fujii uneasy. He hoped he had not offended this little man who was in a position to do him good or harm.

  "I am a soldier," he said simply. "I follow orders to the best of my ability and do not question my assignments. I accept your interpretation."

  Chisaka smiled at this acknowledgment of his superiority, then cleared his throat and turned away.

  "You have been a very valuable assistant, Fujii," he said finally. "And I intend to reward you for your services."

  "All I ask is to be allowed to continue the privilege of serving the house of Uesugi," Fujii said with a humbleness he did not feel.

  Chisaka turned to him and folded his arms. "That is something I wanted to talk to you about." He caught a gHmpse of the thin man's eyes narrowing and hastily added, "Not that I don't want you for one of our bowmen—I know that you're an excellent archer —but there are other considerations. Financial, for one. You know how much this spying has cost' our treasury in the past few months. And, as you know,

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  the cost of supporting even one more fighting man has gone up tremendously, especially considering that we live in times of peace. I shouldn't tell you this, but we've had to reduce our forces lately and let men go that have been with the house of Uesugi all their lives. So you see it would look strange to bring you in."

  Fujii could keep still no longer. "But don't you see that if you call off all spying and let Oishi come and go as he pleases, you will have only one last defense for Lord Kira, and that will be a large force of well-trained troops."

  "I think we have a sufficient number of those," Chisaka said calmly.

  "What is it you have against me to treat me like this?" Fujii burst out, standing to his full height as he spoke.

  Chisaka was thoughtful for a moment. "Why, only the fact that you remind me of the whole wretched Asano affair," he finally said matter-of-factly. "And I prefer to consider the matter closed."

  Fujii closed his eyes. He had taken this dirty job because it promised him a chance to break away from the despised position of ronin. But now all that, along with his interview, was at a bitter end.

  It was Okaru who first learned the good news. She had gone out of the house early to water the little plot of vegetables and sensed that something seemed out of place. She looked around, puzzled, uncertain for a moment what it was.

  Then she looked out the gate toward the road and realized the truth. The spy was gone!

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  Quickly she hurried in to Oishi's bed and knelt beside him. He opened his eyes sleepily to look at her and then opened them wider as he saw her excited expression.

  "What would you like more than anything else in the world?" she asked teasingly.

  He smiled and reached out for her but she took his hand to help pull him to his feet. Then with a broad smile she led the mystified Oishi to the front entrance. He looked out and gasped.

  For the first time since they had come to Yamashina there was no basket-headed komuso watching the house. Oishi flashed her a quick smile of gratitude, then let out a great shout that brought the others running and soon they were all chattering in excitement.

  They soon discovered the cook was gone, too, and Oishi and Kataoka winked at each other as the others slowly realized that he had been another spy. Now there was real cause for celebration and Okaru and the little maiko took over in the kitchen to prepare a feast. The time of waiting was over and the men of Ako could move at last!

  In Edo, Kira was not in a mood for celebrating. When the reports from the spies stopped coming, he went to call on Chisaka to find out what had happened. Chisaka, rubbing his bald head, told him simply that the expenses had become too great and the spying had been terminated.

  "But what protection do we have ..." began Kira, his frown lines deepening.

  "Oh, don't worry so much, interrupted Chisaka with a forced laugh. "We've kept this up for months

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  now—I think it's obvious they're not going to do anything."

  "I'm not so sure," said Kira, shaking his head.

  "The time for action would have been when the castle was confiscated—don't you agree? And since then they've made no move that could be called suspicious. Even when their leader came to Edo and you hid in your mansion, there was really nothing to worry about. He came to visit his master's grave, that's all."

  "But I'd feel so much safer if . . ."

  "Look, Lord Kira," Chisaka interrupted again, "I've arranged, with Lord Uesugi's permission, to assign guards to your house who will be instantly available in case of attack. This has meant extra work for me and extra expense for the house of Uesugi. Even though it seems unnecessary we are willing to continue this schedule indefinitely. But to ask for more ..."

  Kira suddenly understood two things. First, that if he wanted additional protection he would have to bribe Chisaka to furnish it. This he was unable to do from lack of funds now that his income had been reduced because of his retirement. He also saw that Chisaka was continuing to avoid the matter of taking him into the castle of Uesugi, and he felt the need to speak out.

  "There was some discussion at one time about my moving into the castle ..."

  "No room," said Chisaka quickly, "and no necessity. You're just as safe where you are, believe me. We're close enough so that if there is trouble you can send for help, and I'll guarantee you reinforcements— although you're so capable a swordsman yourself, I don't see why you'd need them."

  Kira was far from satisfied, but he saw there was nothing he could do but protest directly to the lord of the house and this he was reluctant to do because of the position occupied by his grandson. So he bade Chisaka good-by and went home.

  He would have been far more disturbed if he had known that Horibe had received a message from Hara telling him that the rumors about Oishi's behavior in Kyoto were true and that the time had come to take matters into their own hands. Horibe, in a flurry of excitement, immediately left for Osaka to confer secretly with his new leader. In view of the circumstances they did not think there would be much difficulty in getting the majority of the men behind them.

  It was at the archery school in Osaka later that same month that the decision to launch an attack on Kira was made, but in an unexpected manner.

  Hara had called a night meeting of all the men in the area, explaining that in view of Oishi's scurrilous behavior he was no longer to be considered their leader. He announced that he was taking over, with the help of Horibe, and they intended to waste no time in planning and executing an attack on Kira's mansion in Edo. Many declined to accept Hara's invitation, still beheving that their leader was capable, but a sizable number did turn out, and Hara was pleased to see that there were enough to give them a chance.

  In the dark gallery, lit only by a single torch, Hara had taken the floor and was explaining why he felt justified in calling such a meeting on his own, when there was a sudden knock at the door.

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  Hara broke off and all the men held their breaths while the guard at the door opened it a crack and looked out. They were prepared to run or to fight, if necessary, but neither of these measures proved necessary. They all saw the guard catch his breath when he recognized the visitors and he closed the door again in a highly flustered manner to hurry over to speak to Hara.

  "It's Oishi!" he whispered. "Oishi and Kataoka!"

  Hara exchanged a quick glance with Horibe. There was a moment of indecision, then Hara spoke.

  "Let them in."

  Horibe was about to protest but Hara's look silenced him. After all, Oishi was sti
ll their official leader and they had no alternative but to admit him if he requested it.

  The guard hurried back to the door and opened it. Oishi, in a broad-brimmed peasant hat, entered with quiet dignity. He was followed by Kataoka, who was also dressed in the manner of a man of the fields. Oishi walked through the room, past the gay red-and-yellow archery targets that contrasted so strongly with the somber mood of those present, and finally came to a stop facing them all. He picked up a stray arrow from the floor and stripped the feathers from it as he spoke.

  "I'm sorry to interrupt your gathering," he said calmly, as though he had walked in on nothing more than a tea party, "but a certain urgent matter has come up which will most likely affect your plans."

  He looked around at them and some of the men moved uncomfortably, feeling that he might be memorizing their faces so he could take some reprisal against them later. Oishi sensed this and immediately tried to put their minds at rest.

  "First let me say that 1 blame no one for being here tonight, nor do I bear any ill will toward those who assumed the authority to summon you."

  Hara and Horibe looked at the floor and said nothing as Oishi continued.

  "I am aware that many of you have lost faith in my ability to lead you because of things you've heard about my style of living in Kyoto. You've probably learned these things from Hara, who is an eyewitness to the fact that I have caroused with women of the lowest sort—and on money that of course belongs to you all."

  Some of the men were beginning to shift around in embarrassment but Oishi kept on with his patient explanation.

  "You may also have heard that I have been seen in public places in an intoxicated state and have even been caught brawling in a public theater . . . And I must tell you frankly that all these things are true."

  Oishi ignored the low murmur that followed these words and laid down the arrow to turn directly to Hara.

  "I had hoped, however, that my old friend Hara would have allowed me to explain my actions before jumping to unfounded conclusions and attempting to seize the leadership of our band for himself."

  Hara made a gesture of protestation but Oishi continued.

  "I appreciate his desire to do something about our master's death but I submit that it is no stronger than my desire to do the same. I also admire him for starting this school of archery for commoners, because I know from experience what depths we have had to sink to in order to prove to the world that we are what we are not. That was the point to all that I

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  did and T am here to report to you that 1 have met with a measure of success."

  He paused and looked at them with an air of satisfaction. "The spies have gone. For the first time since our master's death I feel it is now possible to go ahead with plans that have a chance of success. To have made a move before now would have been foolhardy, as I said all along."

  There was a murmur among the men and Oishi turned to Hara.

  "Where is your assistant—the one who calls himself Konishi?"

  Hara hardly knew how to answer and stuttered in his reply.

  "Why, he's—he's gone! I haven't seen him for two days!"

  Oishi nodded. "You're lucky, Hara, that this meeting wasn't held two days ago. Isn't it obvious to you that your assistant was one of Fujii's men?"

  Hara growled and was about to argue the point but Oishi went on without giving him a chance.

  "Kataoka saw him here when he delivered my messages that you refused to receive. He recognized him as the man who was with you that night in Kyoto when you lost your faith in your leader . . . But let me ask you a question. How could you have found me that night unless the man who led you was in league with the spies? Did you ever stop to think about that?"

  Hara's mouth fell open. There was no answer.

  "Yes, the spies are gone," Oishi went on, "and I credit my acting ability for that accomplishment. I was so accomplished an actor I even fooled many of you, although you should have remembered that I took the same vows as you and have never stopped

  respecting them. Regardless of what has happened, however, I think we still have the same desire to avenge our master's death. We made promises to one another which I for one intend to keep. I hope you all feel the same."

  There was a pause for a moment and then a general murmur of agreement swept through the room.

  "Good," said Oishi, "because the time has finally come when we may speak of action not in terms of next year or next month, but of now! I received a message today from the acting head of the Edo group," and here he looked pointedly at the embarrassed Horibe who was far from his assigned post, "which tells us that as far as our petition is concerned, all is lost. Daigaku Asano has been placed in the custody of Asano-Akinokami in his province. He has been condemned to permanent exile for his brother's crime and the family name is to be excised from the official book of heraldry. All hopes for the recovery of the castle at Ako are dashed once and for all."

  The men around him sat wide eyed as this terrible news sank into their minds. Then they began to mutter and the sound grew in subdued excitement.

  "Revenge" was the cry. "Now we can take our revenge at last" they said, and Hara walked falteringly to Oishi to bow before him.

  "Is it true?" he asked. "Can we at last avenge Lord Asano's death as we should?"

  Oishi nodded, his eyes flashing in the torch light.

  "Once again," Hara said penitently, "I ask you to forgive me."

  Oishi smiled and took his hand. Now Horibe came forward with apologies and Oishi included him in his smile of forgiveness. He beckoned to Kataoka and

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  as the monkey-faced little man approached, Hara seized him in a bear hug of affection that brought an exaggerated gasp from his victim and a tension-breaking laugh from the crowd. Now they were all together again and nothing but death could divide them.

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  There was a finahty in the message from Edo about Daigaku's banishment that brought both relief and despair to the house at Yamashina. It was obviously a bitter blow for Shindo and Koyama who had pinned their hopes on winning out without a struggle. When Kataoka heard the news, his monkey face set in an expression of determination and the glint of battle came into his eyes. Chikara's first feeling was of having stepped off into space, but he kept one hand on his sword and pretended his feet were still on the ground.

  After the first bitter moment, Oishi felt strangely at peace. For the first time since his master's death, the path of action was now clearly revealed. There would be no more arguments with his men about postponing what must be done. There would be no

  more playing the fool as he had so despised. There would be no more hiding his intentions, which were now to be fulfilled. They would kill the man responsible for Lord Asano's death, regardless of the consequences. The time for waiting was over.

  At first there was fear that the news would bring back the spy force and Oishi was obliged to move cautiously, but after a few days went by and Fujii and his men did not appear, he sent out word for his men to assemble. It seemed evident now that Kira and his allies had taken the confiscation of the castle at Ako as final and had never considered that Daigaku had a chance with his appeal. The fact that Oishi had waited for the decision on the appeal now gave him an advantage he would never have had otherwise— that of surprise.

  The men came to Yamashina in small groups in answer to Oishi's summons and within four days Horibe and the first small contingent of troops went up to Edo. The plan was for the rest to follow a few at a time so as not to create undue suspicion. Once in Edo, they were to use assumed names and stay apart until the last man, Oishi, arrived.

  With Onodera, his old chief of staff, Oishi began to work out a schedule of departure. On paper their number had grown to about a hundred and twenty but it soon became apparent that this was a mea
ningless figure. More men than anticipated belonged to what Yoshida had called the "third group"—those who were with Oishi in his plan to get the castle restored, but who were suddenly unavailable when it came to embarking on the road to vengeance. For this reason he decided to send Kataoka among all the men to return their pledges and tell them that they were free to drop out. He knew some of

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  them felt that they would be doing their aged parents or small children a disservice by abandoning them now and he wanted them to know there would be no prejudice against them if they decided not to go on. In the case of some of the followers, he took it on himself to reassure them personally.

  One such that he visited was Emonshichi Yato, who was only seventeen, but who had already risked his life to tell Oishi about the meeting Hara had called in Osaka. The boy lived with his aged parents in Kyoto and Oishi went to call when he learned that Yato had reaffirmed his pledge. Since Chikara, who was also seventeen, was being allowed to go, he could not deny this boy on the grounds of age, but he wanted some assurance from his family that they approved.

  It was plain from the crude hut they lived in that they were having a hard time of it, but they insisted that Yato be allowed to go. They told Oishi the boy would never live it down if he were refused permission to join the band and they would feel that they had let down their masters, meaning Lord Asano and Oishi himself.

  Against this Oishi had no argument but more than ever he realized the dreadful responsibility he had taken on himself. It was up to him to see that the boy did not die in vain, as with all the others. He knew they would follow him wherever he would lead and in life or in death he would be haunted by their recriminations if he failed. As he was leaving the shack on the outskirts of the city, he was surprised to see one of the servants from the Ako castle bringing in a small supply of food to the old couple. The man behaved strangely, pretending not to recognize his old leader as he entered the shack, and Oishi was

  puzzled until a flash of insight told him what was happening. The servant was now actually supporting his former masters and did not want this to be known for fear of embarrassing them. Oishi shook his head in wonder, then moved away as a quiet sobbing came from the hut and a comforting voice responded, "It won't be so bad if you think of it as the time before we had a child."