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MURAKAMI YOSHITERU'S FAITHFULNESS MURAKAMI
YOSHITERU — We shall call him Yoshiteru for short — was one of the
faithful
retainers of Prince Morinaga, third son of the Emperor Godaigo, who
reigned
from 1319 to 1339. When I say 'reigned,' I mean that Godaigo was
Emperor; but
there was a Regent at the time, Hojo Takatoki, who ruled with harshness
and
great selfishness. With
the exception of young Prince Morinaga, the Imperial family appeared to
take
things easily. They preferred quietude and comfort to turbulence and
quarrelling. Prince Morinaga was different. Fiery-tempered and proud,
he
thought that Hojo Takatoki was usurping the Emperor's rights. The man,
he said,
was nothing more by birth than one of the Emperor's subjects, and had
no
business to be made Regent. Naturally
these opinions led to trouble, and it was not very long before Prince
Morinaga
was obliged to leave the capital suddenly, with his followers, of whom
there
were some hundreds, not enough to fight Hojo Takatoki at the time. Prince Morinaga had made up his mind that it would be better to live independently in Yamato than to be under the sway of Hojo Takatoki, as were his father and his elder brothers. Having collected the most faithful of his followers — of whom the most notable was the hero of our story, Murakami Yoshiteru, — the Prince left the capital in disguise, and started for Yoshino in Yamato. There, in the wild mountains, he intended to build a castle, in which to dwell for the rest of his days independent of the Regent, whom he held in much loathing. Murakami Yoshiteru Does 'Harakiri' and Throws His Entrails at the Enemy Prince
Morinaga carried with him an Imperial flag, which, he expected, would
gain for
him sympathy and help even in the wild Yamato Province. Though from
Kioto the
then capital to the borders of Yamato is, in a direct line, only about
thirty
miles, the whole country is mountainous and wild; roads are
non-existent,
mountain paths taking their place. Consequently, it was noon on the
fifth day
before the Prince found himself at a little border village called
Imogase. Here
he found his way blocked as it were by a guard-house, the soldiery of
which had
been chosen from among Imogase villagers, headed by one Shoji, a rough
and
disagreeable man. When
Prince Morinaga and his party of about eighty followers dressed as yamabushi
(fighting monks) arrived, flying the standard, they were called to a
halt by
the village guard, and told that they could go no farther into Yamato
without
leaving one of themselves as hostage. The Prince was too haughty to
speak to
the villagers and explain, and, unfortunately, Murakami Yoshiteru, his
most
trusted leader, could not be found, for he had remained some miles
behind to
gather straw and make a new pair of waraji (straw shoes). Shoji, leader
of the
Imogase villagers, was firm in his demand that one of the party should
be left
behind until their return. For some twenty minutes matters stood thus.
Neither
side wanted to fight. At last Shoji said: 'Well,
you may say that you are a prince! I am a simple villager, and I don't
know.
You may carry the Imperial flag; but when you are dressed like yamabushi
it does not look exactly as if you were a prince. As I don't want
trouble, and
you want to pass without trouble, -my orders being that out of all
parties of
over ten armed people I am to hold one as a hostage, — the only
suggestion that
I can make is that I keep as hostage this Imperial flag.' The
prince, glad enough to save leaving one of his faithful followers, gave
the
standard to Shoji as hostage, and then he and his party were allowed to
pass
into Yamato. They proceeded on their way. Not half-an-hour after they
had
passed, Murakami Yoshiteru arrived at the guard-house, having made
himself a
pair of straw shoes, to take the place of his old ones; and his
surprise at seeing
his master's flag in such low hands was equalled by his anger. 'What
is the meaning of this?' he asked. Shoji
explained what had happened. On
hearing the story Murakami lost control of his temper. He flew into a
violent
passion. He reviled Shoji and his men as a set of low blackguards who
scarcely
had a right to look at the Imperial standard of Japan, much less to
dare to
touch it; and with that he began a general assault on the village
guard,
killing three or four and putting the rest to flight. Murakami then
seized the
standard, and ran on with it until, towards evening, he came up with
the Prince
and his party, who were overjoyed at what he had done and at the
recovery of
the flag. Two
days later the party reached Yoshino, and in the vicinity of this place
they
built a fortress, where for some months they dwelt in peace. It was not
long,
however, before the Regent heard of the prince's whereabouts, and he
soon sent
a small army after him. For two days the fort was desperately attacked;
on the
third the outer gates were taken; two-thirds of the prince's men were
dead'.
Murakami, had been wounded three times, and his life could not last
long.
Faithful to the end, he rushed to his prince, saying, 'Master, I am
wounded
unto death. In less than half-an-hour our enemies will have conquered
us, for
we have but few men left. Your Highness is unwounded, and can in
disguise
escape when the end comes. Give me quick your armour, and let me
pretend that I
am your Highness. I will show our enemies how a prince can die.' Changing
clothes hastily, and donning the prince's armour, Murakami, bleeding
badly from
his wounds, and already more dead than alive with weakness from the
loss of
blood, regained the wall, and struggling up the last steps he reached a
point
where he could see and be seen by the whole of the enemy. 'I am
Prince Morinaga!' shouted he. 'Fate is against me, though I am in the
right.
Sooner or later Heaven's punishment will come down on you. Until then
my curses
upon you, and take a lesson as to how a prince can die, emulating it,
if you
dare, when your time comes!' With
this Murakami Yoshiteru drew his short sword across his abdomen, and,
seizing
his quivering entrails, he flung them into the midst of his enemies,
his dead
body falling directly afterwards. His
head was taken to the Regent in Kioto as the head of Prince Morinaga,
who
escaped to plot in the future. |