Mori now made a round of inspection within the fortress. Seeing that a number of the guards were in position for their final firing elevation, the Prince called Toro to him.
“Let the crews be drilled,” he ordered, “but without raising the guns above the tops of the trenches.”
The young and impetuous Toro gave his orders speedily. The crews were thus familiarized with their pieces.
During the course of the forenoon it was observed that the foreign fleet changed its position, standing off from land, and that two vessels left the squadron and disappeared around the headland.
“They are in communication with the Shogun’s people,” said Mori, aloud.
“Catzu will be upon us shortly,” said a voice at his elbow.
Turning, Mori found the youth Jiro. His eyes warmed with interest as he regarded kindly the boy who, with the spirit of a samurai, had never faltered in his service. Feeling strangely drawn towards Jiro, the Prince looked about him for some piece of especial employment to give him as a token of favor.
“Ah, my boy,” said he, “there is a rare spirit within thee. Would that thou wert a man.”
Hot blood colored the cheeks of the boy.
His eyes clouded, then his head drooped forward.