USHIWAKA.
Then arm yourselves and wait. I will go out to meet them.
CHORUS.
And while he spoke, evening passed to darkness. “Now is the time,” he cried, “to show the world those arts of war that for many months and years upon the Mountain of Kurama I have rehearsed.”
Then he opened the double-doors and waited there for the slow in-coming of the white waves.[56]
BRIGANDS.
Loud the noise of assault. The lashing of white waves against the rocks, even such is the din of our battle-cry.
KUMASAKA.
Ho, my man! Who is there?
BRIGAND.