“No, no,” insisted Hasuda, whose sword itched for action; “the Mikado is influenced by those about him who are hostile to us. He dare not.”
“Only by his order will I attack the foreigners,” Mori insisted.
“He will not speak,” said Hasuda.
“He will,” said Mori. “I have assurances to that effect.”
Hasuda altered his plea.
“But, your highness,” he urged, “what I now advocate is your own policy. The shogunate is responsible to the foreigners for the peace. Destroy their legations and their wrath will descend upon the shogunate.”
“Listen; I will not stoop to massacre, but I promise you that upon the order of the Emperor I will fire at once upon their fleets and make warfare against them.”
The ronin Hasuda smiled slyly, as with a gesture of resignation he threw his arms aside.
“Your highness,” he said, “be it so. I consent, upon one condition. Go thou to Kioto. Obtain at once audience with the Son of Heaven. Secure his consent. Thou hast means within the palace to reach him safely. Do so, then. I will await your return.”
“Agreed,” answered Mori.