"The performance of duty calls for no excuse," replied the bluff farmer.
"Duty!"
"Yes, duty,--to myself, to my fellow-sufferers, to the sublime Mikado, who, unless told, knows naught--for he dwells apart--of the wicked such as thee."
"By Buddha's crown, but thou art mad! instead of suing for mercy, aggravating thy offence."
"The Hojos never knew mercy--thou least of all--and I expect none."
"Will none make a lid for this rascal?" cried the Daimio, his small stock of patience ebbing. Then, seeing half a score of bright blades flashing in the sun, he waved them back into their scabbards. "Nay, nay," he grumbled; "sully not your steel."
"The Hojos were ever bad," observed Koshiu, without blenching. "Thou and thy brother are the worst."
"Sampei!" exclaimed No-Kami, in surprise. "Why he is half of thy caste himself, and is adored by the populace. What evil hath he done to thee?"
"He robbed me of my eldest child, whom I held dear. She has vanished, seduced by him."
No-Kami laughed long and loud, that very ugly laugh.