 Chapter 2 Part 2 of Genji Monogatari, this is a LibriVox recording, all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Genji Monogatari by Murasaki Shikubu, translated by Suyama Tsukentio. Chapter 2 Part 2 He went on accordingly. At that time I knew another lady, she was on the whole a superior kind of person, a fair poetess, a good musician, and a fluent speaker, with good enunciation and graceful in her movements. All these admirable qualities I noticed myself, and heard them spoken of by others. As my acquaintance with her commenced at the time when I was not on the best of terms with my former companion, I was glad to enjoy her society. The more I associated with her, the more fascinating she became. Meanwhile my first friend died, at which I felt truly sorry. Still I could not help it, and I therefore paid frequent visits to this one. In the course of my attentions to her however I discovered many unpleasant traits. She was not very modest and did not appear to be one whom a man could trust. On this account I became somewhat disappointed and visited her less often. While matters were on this footing I accidentally found out that she had another lover to whom she gave a share of her heart. It happened that one inviting moonlight evening in October I was driving out from home on my way to a certain Danagon. On the road I met with a young noble who was going in the same direction. We therefore drove together, and as we were journeying on, he told me that someone might be waiting for him and he was anxious to see her. Well, by and by we arrived at the house of my lady-love. The bright reflection of the waters of an ornamental lake was seen through crevices in the walls and the pale moon as she shed her full radiance over the shimmering waves seemed to be charmed with the beauty of the scene. It would have been heartless to pass by within difference, and we both descended from the carriage without knowing each other's intention. This youth seems to have been the other one. He was rather shy. He sat down on a mat of reeds that was spread beside a corridor near the gateway and gazing up at the sky meditated for some moments in silence. The chrysanthemums in the gardens were in full bloom, whose sweet perfume soothed us with its gentle influence, and round about us the scarlet leaves of the maple were falling as ever and anon they were shaken by the breeze. The scene was altogether romantic. Presently he took a flute out of his bosom and played. He then whispered, Its shade is refreshing. In a few minutes the fair one struck up responsively on a sweet-tone wagon, a species of cotto. The melody was soft and exquisite in charming strains of modern music and admirably adapted to the lovely evening. No wonder that he was fascinated. He advanced towards the casement from which the sounds proceeded and glancing at the leaves scattered on the ground, whispered in invidious tones. Sure no strange footsteps would ever dare to press these leaves. He then culled a chrysanthemum humming as he did so. Even this spot so fair to view with moon and cotto's gentle strain could make no other lover true, as me thy fond thy only swain. Wretched he exclaimed, alluding to his poetry, and then added, One tune more. Stay not your hand when one is near, who so ardently longs to hear you. Thus he began to flatter the lady who, having heard his whispers, replied thus in a tender, hesitating voice. Sorry I am my voice too low to match thy flute's far sweeter sound, which mingles with the winds that blow the autumn leaves upon the ground. Ah, she little thought I was a silent and vexed spectator of all this flirtation. She then took up a so, another kind of cotto, with thirteen strings, and tuned it to a banjiki key, a winter tune, and played on it still more excellently. Though an admirer of music, I cannot say that these bewitching melodies gave me any pleasure under the peculiar circumstances I stood in. Now romantic interludes such as this might be pleasant enough in the case of maidens who are kept strictly in court service, and whom we have very little opportunity of meeting with, but even there we should hesitate to make such a one our life companion. How much less could one ever entertain such an idea in a case like my own, making therefore that evening's experience a ground of dissatisfaction I never saw her more. Now gentlemen let us take into consideration these two instances which have occurred to myself, and see how equally unsatisfactory they are, the one to jealous the other two forward. Thus early in life I found out how little reliance was to be placed on such characters, and now I think so still more. This opinion applies more especially to the latter of the two. Jewdrops on the hagi flower of beauty so delicate that they disappear as soon as we touched them. Hailstones on the bamboo grass that melt in our hand as soon as we prick them, appear at a distance extremely tempting and attractive. Take my humble advice however and go not near them. If you do not appreciate this advice now, the lapse of another seven years will render you well able to understand that such adventures will only bring a tarnished fame. Thus Saminokami admonished them and Tono Jyutjo nodded as usual. Genji slightly smiled. Perhaps he thought it was all very true, and he said, your twofold experience was indeed disastrous and irritating. Now, said Tono Jyutjo, I will tell you a story concerning myself. It was the evil fortune of Saminokami to meet with too much jealousy in one of the ladies to whom he might otherwise have given his heart, while he could feel no confidence in another owing to flirtations. It was my hard lot to encounter an instance of excessive diffidence. I once knew a girl whose person was altogether pleasing, and although I too had no intention, as Saminokami said, of forming an everlasting connection with her, I nevertheless took a great fancy to her. As our acquaintance was prolonged, our mutual affection grew warmer. My thoughts were always of her, and she placed entire confidence in me. Now, when complete confidence is placed by one person in another, does not nature teach us to expect resentment when that confidence is abused? No such resentment, however, seemed under any circumstances to trouble her. When I very seldom visited her, she showed no excitement or indignation but behaved and looked as if we had never been separated from each other. This patient's silence was more trying to me than reproaches. She was parentless and friendless. For this reason responsibility weighed more heavily on me. Abusing her gentle nature, however, I frequently neglected her. About this time, moreover, a certain person who lived near her discovered our friendship and frightened her by sending, through some channel, mischief making messages to her. This I did not become aware of till afterwards, and it seems she was quite cast down and helpless. She had a little one for whose sake it appears she was additionally sad. One day I unexpectedly received a bunch of natashiko flowers. They were from her. At this point Tono Jujyo became gloomy. And what inquired Genji were the words of her message? So nothing but the verse. Forgot may be the lowly bed from which these darling flowered spring still let a kindly juby shed upon their early nurturing. No sooner had I read this than I went to her at once. She was gentle and sedate as usual, but evidently absent and preoccupied. Her eyes rested on the dew, lying on the grass in the garden, and her ears were intent upon the melancholy singing of the autumn insects. It was as if we were in a real romance, I said to her. Then with confused gaze we view the mingled flowers on gay parterre amid their blooms of radiant hue the tokonuts my love is there. And avoiding all allusion to the natashiko flowers I repeatedly endeavored to comfort the mother's heart. She murmured in reply, A flower already bent with dew, the winds of autumn cold and chill, will wither all thy beauteous hue, and soon alas unpitting kill. Thus she spoke sadly, but she reproached me no further. The tears came involuntarily into her eyes. She was, however, apparently sorry for this and tried to conceal them. On the whole she behaved as if she meant to show that she was quite accustomed to such sorrows. I certainly deeply sympathized with her, yet still further abusing her patience. I did not visit her again for some time, but I was punished, when I did so she had flown leaving no traces behind her. If she is still living she must needs be passing a miserable existence. Now if she had been free from this excessive dividends, this apathy of calmness, if she had complained when it was necessary with becoming warmth and spirit, she need never have been a wanderer, and I would never have abused her confidence. But as I said before a woman who has no strength of emotion, no passionate bursts of sorrow or of joy, can never retain a dominion over us. I love this woman without understanding her nature, and I am constantly but in vain trying to find her and her little darling, who was also very lovely. And often I think with grief and pain that though I may succeed in forgetting her she may possibly not be able to forget me, and surely there must be many an evening when she is disquieted by sad memories of the past. Let us now sum up our experiences and reflect on the lessons which they teach us. One who bites your finger will easily estrange your affection by her violence. Falseness and forwardness will be the reproach of some other in spite of her melodious music and the sweetness of her songs. A third too self-contained and too gentle is open to the charge of a cold silence which oppresses one and cannot be understood. Whom then are we to choose? All this variety and this perplexing difficulty of choice seems to be the common lot of humanity, where again I say are we to go to find the one who will realise our desires. Shall we fix our aspirations on the beautiful goddess, the heavenly Kichijio? Ah, this would be but superstitious and impracticable. So mournfully finished Tono Jyutjo, and all his companions who had been attentively listening burst simultaneously into laughter at his last allusion. And now Shikabid is your turn. Tell us your story, exclaimed Tono Jyutjo, turning to him. What worth hearing can your humble servant tell you? Go on, be quick, don't be shy, let us hear. Shikabno Jyutjo, after a little meditation, thus began. When I was a student at the university I met there with a woman of very unusual intelligence. She was in every respect one with whom, as Samano Kami has said, you could discuss affairs both public and private. Her dashing genius and eloquence were such that all ordinary scholars would find themselves unable to cope with her, and would be at once reduced to silence. Now my story is as follows. I was taking lessons from a certain professor who had several daughters and she was one of them. It happened by some chance or other I fell much into her society. The professor who noticed this once took up a wine-glass in his hand and said to me, Hear what I sing about two choices. This was a plain offer put before me and thenceforward I endeavoured for the sake of his tuition to make myself as agreeable as possible to his daughter. I tell you frankly, however, that I had no particular affection for her, though she seemed already to regard me as her victim. She seized every opportunity of pointing out to me the way in which we should have to steer, both in public and private life. When she wrote to me she never employed the effeminate style of the kana, but wrote so magnificently. The great interest which she took in me induced me to pay frequent visits to her, and by making her my tutor I learned how to compose ordinary Chinese poems. However, though I do not forget all these benefits and though it is no doubt true that our wife or daughter should not lack intelligence, yet for the life of me I cannot bring myself to approve of a woman like this. And still less likely is it that such could be of any use to the wives of high personages like yourselves. Give me a lovable nature in lieu of sharpness. I quite agree with some anokami on this point. What an interesting woman she must have been exclaimed to no chiu-chiu, with the intention of making shikup go on with his story. This he fully understood, and making a grimace he thus proceeded. Once when I went to her after a long absence, a way we all have, you know. She did not receive me openly as usual, but spoke to me from behind a screen. I surmised that this arose from chagrin at my negligence, and I intended to avail myself of this opportunity to break with her. But the sagacious woman was a woman of the world, and not like those who easily lose their temper or keep silence about their grief. She was quite as open and frank as some anokami would approve of. She told me in a low, clear voice, I am suffering from heartburn, and I cannot therefore see you face to face. Yet if you have anything important to say to me, I will listen to you. This was, no doubt, a plain truth. But what answer could I give to such a terribly frank avowal? Thank you, said I, simply. And I was just on the point of leaving, when, relenting perhaps a little, she said aloud, Come again soon, and I shall be all right. To pass this unnoticed would have been impolite. Yet I did not like to remain there any longer, especially under such circumstances. So, looking as glance, I said, Here I am, then why excuse me, Is my visit all in vain? And my consolation is, you tell me, Come again? No sooner had I said this than she dashed out as follows, with a brilliancy of repartee, which became a woman of her genius. If we fond lovers were, and meeting every night, I should not be ashamed were it even in the light. Nonsense, nonsense, cried Genji and the others, who either were or pretended to be quite shocked. Where can there be such a woman as that? She must have been a devil. Fearful, fearful! And snapping their fingers with disapproving glances they said, Do tell us something better, do give us a better story than that. She could nodge all however quietly remark I have nothing else to relate, and remain silent. Hereupon a conversation took place to the following effect. It is characteristic of thoughtless people, and that without distinction of sex, that they try to show off their small accomplishments. This is, in the highest degree, unpleasant. As for ladies, it may not indeed be necessary to be thorough master of the three great histories and the five classical texts. Yet they ought not to be destitute of some knowledge of both public and private affairs, and this knowledge can be imperceptibly acquired without any regular study of them, which, though superficial, will yet be amply sufficient to enable them to talk pleasantly about them with their friends. But how contemptible would they seem if this made them vain of it? The manna-style and pedantic phrases were not meant for them, and if they used them the public will only say, Would that they would remember that they are women and not men, and they would only incur the reproach of being pedants, as many ladies, especially among the aristocracy do. Again, while they should not be altogether unversed in poetical compositions, they should never be slaves to them, or allow themselves to be betrayed into using strange quotations, the only consequence of which would be that they would appear to be bold when they ought to be reserved, and abstracted when very likely they have practical duties to attend to. How utterly inappropriate, for instance, it would be on the May Festival, if while the attention of all present was concentrated on the solemnity of the occasion, the thoughts of these ladies were wandering on their own poetical imaginations about sweet flags. Or, if again, on the ninth-day festival, when all the nobles present were exercising their inventive faculties on the subject of Chinese poems, they would have volunteered to pour forth their grand ideas on the due-laid flowers of the chrysanthemum, thus endeavouring to rival their opponents of the stronger sex. There is a time for everything, and all people, but more especially women, should be constantly careful to watch circumstances, and not to air their accomplishments at a time when nobody cares for them. They should practice a sparing economy in displaying their learning and eloquence, and should even, if circumstances require, on subjects with which they are familiar. As to Genji, even these last observations seemed only to encourage his reverie, still to run upon a certain one, whom he considered to be the happy medium between the too much and the too little, and no definite conclusion having been arrived at through the conversation, the evening passed away. Chapter 2 Part 3 of Genji Monogatari. This is a LibriVox recording, or LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Genji Monogatari by Murasaki Shigabuhu translated by Tsurumatsu Genchi-o. The long-continued rainy weather had now cleared up bright and fine, and the Prince Genji proceeded to the mansion of his father-in-law, where Lady Aoi, his bride, still resided with him. She was in her private suite of apartments, and he soon joined her there. She was dignified and stately both in manners and demeanour, and everything about her bore traces of scrupulous neatness. Such may be one of those described by Samonokami, in whom we may place confidence, he thought, as he approached her. At the same time her lofty queenliness caused him to feel a momentary embarrassment, which he had once tried to hide by chatting with the attendant maid. The air was close and heavy, and he was somewhat oppressed by it. His father-in-law happened to pass by the apartment. He stopped and uttered a few words from behind the curtain which overhung the door. In this hot weather, said Genji, in a low tone, what makes him come here, and did not give the sliders encouragement to induce his father-in-law to enter the room. So he passed along. All presence smiled significantly and twitted. How indiscreet exclaimed Genji, glancing at them reprovingly, and throwing himself back on a gyo sock in Bracket's armstool, where he remained calm and silent. It was by no means becoming behaviour on the part of the prince. The day was drawing to an end when it was announced that the mansion was closed in the certain celestial direction of the Nakagami in Bracket's central god. His own mansion in Nijio, the one mentioned as being repaired in a previous chapter, was also in the same line of direction. Where shall I go, then? said Genji, and without troubling himself any further went off into a doze. All present expressed in different words their surprise at his unusual apathy. Thereupon someone reported that the residence of Kinokami, who was in waiting on the prince, on the banks of the middle river, the river Kiyogok, had lately been irrigated by bringing the stream into its gardens, making them cool and refreshing. That's very good, especially on such a close evening, exclaimed Genji, rousing himself. And he at once intimated to Kinokami his desire of visiting his house. To which the latter answered simply, He did not, however, really like the prince's visit and was reluctantly telling his fellow attendants that, owing to a certain circumstance which had taken place at Ionokami's residence, his wife, Kinokami's stepmother, had taken up her abode with him that very evening, and that the rooms were all in confusion. Genji heard all this distinctly, but he would not change his mind, and said, That is all the better, I don't care to stay in a place where no fair statue dwells, it is slow work. Being thus pressed, no alternative remained for the Kinokami, and a messenger was dispatched to order the preparation of apartments for the prince. Not long after this messenger had gone, Genji started on his way to the house of Kinokami, whose mild objections against this quick proceeding were not listened to. He left the mansion as quietly as possible, even without taking formal leave of its master, and his escort consisted of a few favourite attendants. The eastern front room in the dwelling quarters was wide open, and a temporary arrangement was made for the reception of the prince, who arrived there very quickly. The scene of the garden struck him before anything else. The surface of the lake sparkled with its glittering waters. The hedges surrounded it in rustic beauty, and luxuriant shrubs grew in pleasing order. Over all the fair scene the breeze of evening swept softly. Summer insects sang distinctly here and there, and the fireflies hovered about in mazy dances. The escort took up its quarters in a position which overlooked the stream of water which ran beneath the corridor, and here began to take cups of sake. The host hastened to order also some refreshment to be prepared for Genji. The latter was, meanwhile, gazing abstractedly about him, thinking such a place might belong to the class which Saminokami fairly placed in the middle category. He knew that the lady who was under the same roof was a young beauty of whom he had heard something before, and he was looking forward to a chance of seeing her. He then noticed the rustling of a silken dress escaping from a small boudoir to the right, and some youthful voices, not without charm, were also heard, mingled with occasional sounds of suppressed laughter. The casement of the boudoir had been until a short time before open, but was pulled down by order of Kinokami, who perhaps doubted the propriety of its being as it was, and now only allowed a struggling like to issue through the paper of the sliding screen. He proceeded to one side of his room that he might see what could be seen, but there was no chance. He still stood there that he might be able at least to catch some part of the conversation. It seems that this boudoir adjoined the general family room of the female inmates, and his ears were greeted by some faint talking. He inclined his head attentively and heard them whispering probably about himself. Is it not a pity that the fate of so fine a prince should be already fixed, said one voice? Yet he loses no opportunity of availing himself of the favours of fortune, added another. These remarks may have been made with no serious intention, but as to Genji, he, even in hearing them, could not help thinking of a certain fair image of which he so fondly dreamt. At the same time, feeling a thrill on reflecting that, if this kind of secret were to be discovered and discussed in such a manner, what could be done? He then heard an observation in delicate allusion to his first, which he had presented to the princess Momotsono in Brackett's peach gardens, with the flowers of Asagao in Brackett's morning glory or convovulus. What cautious beauties they are to talk in that way! But I wonder if their forms when seen will answer to the pictures of my fancy, thought Genji as he retired to his original position, for he could hear nothing more interesting. Kinokami presently entered the room, brought in some fruits, trimmed the lamp, and the visitor and host now began to enjoy a pleasant leisure. What has become of the ladies, without some of them no society is cheerful, observed Genji. Who can there be to meet such wishes, said the Kinokami to himself, but took no notice of Genji's remark. There were several boys in the house who had followed Kinokami into the room. They were the sons and brothers of Kinokami. Among them there was one about twelve or thirteen, who was nicer looking than the others. Genji, of course, did not know who they all were, and accordingly made inquiries. When he came to the last mentioned boy, Kinokami replied, He is the youngest son of the late Lord Yemon. Now and often, and from his sister's connections, he is now staying here. He is shrewd and unlike ordinary boys. His desire is to take court service, but he has yet no patron. What a pity! Is then the sister you mention your stepmother? Yes, sir, it is so. What a good mother you have got! I once overheard the Emperor to whom I believe a private application had been some time made, in her behalf, referring to her, said what has become of her. Is she here now? said Genji, and lowering his voice added. How changeable are the fortunes of the world! It is her present state, sir, but as you may perceive it differs from her original expectation. Changeable indeed are the fortunes of this world, especially so the fortunes of women. Does Iot respect her? Perhaps he idolizes her as his master. That is a question, perhaps, as a private master. I am the foremost to disapprove of this infatuation on his part. Are you nevertheless he trusts her to such a one as you? He is a kind father. But where are they all? All in their private apartments. Genji by this time apparently desired to be alone, and Kino Kami now retired with the boys. All the escort were already slumbering comfortably, each on his own cool rush-mat under the pleasant persuasion of Sake. Genji was now alone. He tried to doze, but could not. It was late in the evening, and all was still around. His sharpened senses made him aware that the room next put one to his own was occupied, which led him to imagine that the lady of whom he had been speaking might be there. He rose softly, and once more proceeded to the other side of the room to listen to what he might overhear. He heard a tender voice, probably that of Kokimi, the boy spoken of before, who appeared to have just entered the room, saying, Are you here? To which a female voice replied, Yes, dear, but has the visitor yet retired? And the same voice added, Ah, so near and yet so far. Yes, I should think so. He's so nice-looking, as they say. Were it daytime, I would see him too, said the lady in a drowsy voice. I shall go to bed, too, but what a bad light, said the boy, and Genji conjectured that he had been trimming the lamp. The lady presently clapped her hands for a servant, and said, Where is Chiyu Chiyo? I feel lonely. I wish to see her. Madam, she is in the bath now. She will be here soon, replied the servant. Suppose I pay my visit to her too. What harm! No harm, perhaps, said Genji to himself. He withdrew the fastening of the intervening door. On the other side there was none, and it opened. The entrance to the room where the lady was sitting was only screened by a curtain with a glimmering light inside. By the reflection of this light he saw traveling trunks and bags all scattered about. Through these he groped his way and approached the curtain. He saw leaning on a cushion, the small and pretty figure of a lady, who did not seem to notice his approach, probably thinking it was Chiyu Chiyo, for whom she had sent. Genji felt nervous, but struggling against the feeling startled the lady by saying, Chiyu Chiyo was called for. I thought it might mean myself, and I come to offer you my devoted services. This was really an unexpected surprise, and the lady was at a loss. It is, of course, natural, he said, you should be astonished at my boldness, but pray excuse me, it is solely for my earnest desire to show, at such an opportunity, the great respect for you which I have felt for a long time. He was clever enough to know how to speak and what to say under all circumstances, and made the above speech in such an extremely humble and insinuating manner that the demon himself could not have taken offense, so she forbore to show any sudden resentment. She had, however, grave doubts as to the propriety of his conduct, and felt somewhat uncomfortable, saying shyly, perhaps you have made a mistake? No, certainly not, he replied. What mistake can I have made? On the other hand, I have no wish to offend you. The evening, however, is very irksome, and I should feel obliged if you would permit me to converse with you. Then gently taking her hand, he pressed her to return with him to his lonely apartment. She was still young and weak, and did not know what was most proper to do under these circumstances, so half-yielding, half-reluctantly was induced to be led there by him. At this junction, Chiyu Chiyo, for whom she had sent previously, entered the room, upon which Genji exclaimed, Ha! Chiyu Chiyo stared with astonishment at him, whom she had once recognized as the Prince by the rich perfume which he carried about him. What does this mean, thought Chiyu Chiyo? She could still do nothing. Had he been an ordinary personage, she would have immediately seized him. Even in that case, however, there was enough room to doubt whether it would not have been better to avoid any violent steps, lest it might have given rise to a disagreeable family scandal. Hence Chiyu Chiyo was completely perplexed and mechanically followed them. Genji was too bold to fear bystanders, a common fault with high personages, and coolly closed the door upon her saying, She will soon return to you. The lady, being placed in such an awkward position, and not knowing what Chiyu Chiyo might imagine, became as it were bewildered. Genji was, however, as artful and insinuating as might be expected, in consoling her, though we do not know where he had learned his eloquence. This was really trying for her, and she said, Your condescension is beyond my merit. I cannot disregard it. It is, however, absolutely necessary to know who is who. But such ignorance, he a little abashed rejoined, as not to know who is who, is the very proof of my inexperience. Were I supposed to understand too well, I should indeed be sorry. You have very likely heard how little I mix in the world. This perhaps is the very reason why you distrust me. The excess of the blindness of my mind seems strange even to myself. He spoke thus insinuatingly. She, on her part, feared that if his fascinating address should assume a warmer tone, it would be still more trying for her, and more difficult to withstand. So she determined, however hard she might appear, not to give any encouragement to his feelings, and showed therefore a coolness of manner. To her meek character there was thus added a firm resolution, and it seemed like a young bamboo reed with its strength and tenderness combined, difficult to bend. Still she felt the struggle very keenly, and tears moistened her eyes. Genji could not help feeling touched. Not knowing exactly how to soothe her, he exclaimed, What makes you treat me so coolly? It is true we are not old acquaintances, but it does not follow that this should prevent us from becoming good friends. Please don't discompose yourself like one who does not know the world at all. It pierces my heart. This speech touched her, and her firmness began to waver. Were my position what it once was, said she, and I received such attention, I might, however unworthy, have been moved by your affection. But as my position in life is now changed, its unsatisfactory condition often makes me dream of a happiness I cannot hope to enjoy. Hereupon she remained silent for some moments, and looked as if she meant to say that she could no longer help thinking of the line. Don't tell anyone you've seen my home. But these few moments of silence agitated the pure waters of her virtuous mind, and the sudden recollection of her aged husband, whom she did not generally think much about, occurred tenderly to her memory. She shuddered at the idea of his seeing her in such a dilemma as this, even in a dream, and without a word fled back to her apartment, and Genji was once more alone. Now the Chanticleer began to proclaim the coming day, and the attendants rose from their couches, some exclaiming, how soundly we have slept, others, let us get the carriage ready. Kino Kami also came out saying, why so early, no need of such hurry for the prince. Genji also arose, and putting on his Naoshi went out on a balcony on the southern side of the house, where he leaned upon the wooden balustrade and meditated as he looked around him. It appears that people were peeping out of the casement on the western side, probably being anxious to catch a glimpse of the prince, whose figure was indistinctly to be seen by them from the top of a short screen, standing within the trellis. Among these spectators there was one who perhaps might have felt a thrill run through her frame as she beheld him. It was the very moment when the sky was being tinted by the glowing streaks of morn, and the moon's pale light was still lingering in the far distance. The aspect of the passionless heavens becomes radiant or gloomy in response to the heart of him who looks upon it, and to Genji's whose thoughts were secretly occupied with the events of the evening the scene could only have given rise to sorrowful emotions. Reflecting how he might on some future occasion convey a message to the lady, and looking back several times, he presently quitted the house and returned to the mansion of his father-in-law. During some days succeeding the above events he was staying at the mansion with his bride. His thoughts however were now constantly turning to the lady on the bank of the middle river. He therefore summoned Kinokami before him and thus addressed him. Canot you let me have the boy, the son of the late Chiyunagon whom I saw the other day, he is a nice lad and I wish to have him near at hand. I will also introduce him to the Emperor. I receive your commands. I will talk with his sister and see if she can sense to it replied Kinokami with a bow. These last words alluding to the object which occupied his thoughts caused Genji to start, but he said with apparent calmness, has the lady presented you yet with a brother or sister? No, sir, not yet. She has been married now these two years, but it seems she is always thinking she is not settled in the way her parents desired, and is not quite contented with her position. What a pity! I heard however she was a very good lady, is it so? Yes, I quite believe so, but hitherto we have lived separately, and were not very cordial, which as all the world knows is usual in such a relationship. After the lapse of five or six days the boy Kinokami was brought to him. He was not tall or handsome but very intelligent and in manners perfectly well bred. Genji treated him with the greatest kindness at which in his boyish mind he was highly delighted. Genji now asked him many questions about his sister to which he gave such answers as he could, but often with shyness and diffidence. Hence Genji was unable to take him into his confidence, but by skilfully coaxing and pleasing him he ventured to hand him a letter to be taken to his sister. The boy, though he possibly guessed at its meaning, did not trouble himself much, but, taking it, duly delivered it to his sister. She became confused and thoughtful as she took it, and, fearing what the boy might think, opened the letter and held it before her face as she read, in order to conceal the expression of her countenance. It was a long one and, among other things, contained the following lines. I had a dream, a dream so sweet, ah, would that I could dream again, alas no sleep these eyes will greet, and so I strive to dream in vain. It was beautifully written, and as her eyes fell upon the passionate words, a mist gathered over them, and a momentary thought of her own life and position, once more flashed over her mind, and, without a word of comment to the boy, she retired to rest. A few days afterwards Kokimi was again invited to join the prince, thereupon he asked his sister to give him an answer to the prince's letter. Tell the prince, she said, there is no one here who reads such letters, but, said the boy, he does not expect such an answer as this. How can I tell him so? At first she half resolved to explain everything to Kokimi, and to make him thoroughly understand why she ought not to receive such letters, but the effort was too painful, so she simply said, it is all the better for you not to talk in that way, if you think it's so serious, why should you go to him at all? Yet how can I disobey his commands to go back, exclaimed the boy, and so he returned to Genji without any written answer to him. I was weary of waiting for you, perhaps you too had forgotten me, said Genji, when he saw the boy, who was however silent and blushed. And what answer have you brought me, continued Genji, and then the boy replied in the exact words which his sister had used. What! cried Genji, and continued, perhaps you may not know, so I will tell you. I knew your sister before she knew Iyo, but she likes to treat me so, because she thinks she's got a very good friend in Iyo. But do you be like a brother to me, the days of Iyo will be probably fewer than mine. He now returned to the palace, taking Komini with him, and going to his dressing room attired him nicely in the court style. In a word he treated him as a parent would do. By the boy's assistant several more letters were conveyed to his sister, her resolution however remained unshaken. If one's heart were once to deviate from the paths he reflected, the only end we could expect would be damage reputation and misery for life. The good and the bad result from one's self. Thus thinking she resolved to return no answer. She might indeed have admired the person of Genji and probably did so, yet whenever such feelings came into her mind, the next thought that suggested itself was, what is the use of such idle admiration? Meanwhile Genji was often thinking of paying a visit to the house where she was staying, but he did not consider it becoming to do so without some reasonable pretext, more especially as he would have been sorry, and for her sake more than his own, to draw a suspicion upon her. It happened however after prolonged residence at the court, that another occasion of closing the palace in the certain celestial line of direction arrived. Catching at this opportunity he left the palace and suddenly turning out of his road, went straight to Kinokami's residence with the excuse that he had just discovered the above fact on his way. Kinokami surprised that this unexpected visit had only to bow before him and acknowledged the honour of his presence. The boy Kokimi was already there before him, having been secretly informed of his intention beforehand, and he attended on him as usual in his apartment on his arrival. The lady who had been told by her brother that the prince earnestly desired to see her knew well how dangerous it was to approach an inviting flower growing on the edge of a precipice. She was not, of course, insensible to his coming in such a manner with an excuse for the sake of seeing her, but she did not wish to increase her dreamlike inquiritude by seeing him, and again if he ventured to visit her apartment as he did before, it might be a serious compromise for her. For these reasons she retired while her brother was with Genji to a private chamber of Chiyuchiyo, her companion, in the rear of the main building under the pretense that her own room was too near that of the prince. Besides she was indisposed and required tataki, which she desired to have done in the retired part of the house. Genji sent his attendants very early to their own quarters, and then, through Kokimi, requested an interview with the lady. Kokimi at first was unable to find her, till, after searching everywhere, he at last came to the apartment of Chiyuchiyo, and with great earnestness endeavoured to persuade her to see Genji in an anxious and half-trembling voice. While she replied in a tone slightly angry, What makes you so busy? Why do you trouble yourself? Boys carrying such messages are highly blamable. After thus daunting him she added more mildly, Tell the prince I am somewhat indisposed, and also that some friends are with me, and I cannot well leave them now. And she again cautioned the boy not to be too officious and sent him away from her at once. Yet at the bottom of her heart different feelings might have been struggling from those which her words seemed to express, and some such thought as these shaped themselves to her mind. Were I still a maiden in the home of my beloved parents, and occasionally received his visits there, how happy might I not be, how trying to act as if no romantic sentiment belonged to my heart. Genji, who was anxiously waiting to know how the boy would succeed in persuading his sister, was soon told that all his efforts were in vain. Upon hearing this he remained for some moment silent, and then relieved his feelings with a long-drawn sigh, and hummed. The ha-ha-ki-ki-distant tree spreads broom-like o'er the silent waste. Approach, how changed its shape we see, in vain we try its shade to taste. The lady was unable to sleep, and her thoughts also took the following poetic shape. Too like the ha-ha-ki-ki tree, lonely and humble I must dwell, nor dare to give a thought to thee, but only sigh along farewell. All the other inmates of the house were now in a sound slumber, but sleep came not to Genji's eyes. He did indeed admire her immovable and chaste nature, but this only drew his heart more towards her. He was agitated. At one moment he cried, well then, at another, however, still. At last turning to the boy he passionately exclaimed, Lead me to her at once. Kokomi calmly replied, It is impossible too many eyes are around us. Genji with a sigh then drew himself back on the cushion, saying to Kokomi, You at least will be my friend and shall share my apartment. End of Chapter 2 Part 3 Chapter 3 of Genji Monogatari This is LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Awaii in February 2013. Genji Monogatari by Murasaki Shikibu, translated by Suie Matsu Kenchio. Chapter 3 Beautiful Sikada Genji was still sleepless. Never have I been so badly treated. I have now discovered what the disappointment of the world means. He murmured while the boy Kokomi laid down beside him fast asleep. The smallness of his stature and the graceful waving of his short hair could not but recall to Genji the beautiful tresses of his sister and bring her image vividly before him. And long before the daylight appeared, he rose up and returned to his residence with all speed. For some time after this, no communication took place between the lady and himself. He could not, however, banish her from his thoughts, and he said to Kokomi that he felt his former experience too painful and that he strove to drive away his care, yet in vain. His thoughts would not obey his wish, and he begged him therefore to seek some favorable opportunity for him to see her. Kokomi, though he did not quite like the task, felt proud of being made his confidant, and thenceforward looked incessantly with keen boyish eyes for a chance of obliging him. Now it happened that Kino Kami went down to his official residence in his province, and only the female members of his family were left at home. This is the time, said Kokomi to himself, and went to Genji, and persuaded him to come with him. What can the boy do, thought Genji? I fear not very much, but I must not expect too much. And they started at once, in Kokomi's carriage, so as to arrive in good time. The evening was darkening round them, the evening was darkening round them, and they drew up on one side of the house where few persons were likely to observe them. As it happened to be Kokomi who had come, no fuss was made about his arrival, nor any notice taken of it. He entered the house, and, leaving the prince in the eastern hall, proceeded first into the inner room. The casement was closed. How is it the casement is closed? he demanded of the servants. They told him that the lady of the west, Kino Kami's sister, so called by the domestics from her living to the westward of the house, was there on a visit since noon, and was playing go with his sister. The door by which the boy had entered the room was not entirely closed. Genji softly came up to it, and the whole interior of the apartment was visible. He stood facing the west. On one side of the room was a folding screen, one end of which was pushed back, and there was nothing besides to obstruct his view. His first glance fell on the fair figure of her, of whom he had so fondly dreamt, sitting by a lamp near a central pillar. She wore a dress of dark purple and a kind of scarf thrown over her shoulders. Her figure was slight and delicate, and her face was partly turned aside, as if she did not like to expose it even to her companions. Her hands were prettily shaped and tiny, and she used them with a gentle reserve, half covering them. Another lady, younger than herself, said facing the east, that is, just opposite Genji, and was, therefore, entirely visible to him. She was dressed in a thin white silk, with a co-uchiki, outer vestment, worked with red and blue flowers thrown loosely over it, and a crimson sash round her waist. Her bosom was partly revealed, her complexion very fair, her figure rudder stout and tall, the head and neck in good proportions, and the lips and eyelids lovely. The hair was not very long, but reached in wavy lines to her shoulders. If a man had such a daughter, he might be satisfied, thought Genji. But perhaps she may be a little deficient in quietness. No matter how this may be, she has sufficient attractions. The game was drawing to a close, and they paid very little attention to Kokimi on his entrance. The principal interest in it was over, they were hurrying to finish it. One was looking quietly at the board and said, Let me see, that point must be G. Let me play the core of this spot. The other, saying, I am beaten, let me calculate, began to count on her fingers the number of spaces at each corner, at the same time saying 10, 20, 30, 40. When Genji came in this way to see them together, he perceived that his idol in the matter of personal beauty was somewhat inferior to her friend. He was not indeed able to behold the full face of the former, yet when he shifted his position and fixed his gaze steadfastly upon her, the profile became distinct. He observed that her eyelids were a little swollen, and the line of the nose was not very delicate. He still admired her and said to himself, But perhaps she is more sweet-tempered than the others. But when he again turned his eyes to the younger one, strange to say the calm and cheerful smile which occasionally beamed in her face touched the heart of Genji. Moreover, his usual interviews with ladies generally took place in full ceremony. He had never seen them in so familiar an attitude before, without restraint or reserve, as on the present occasion, which made him quite enjoy the scene. Kokimi now came out and Genji retired stealthily to one side of the door along the corridor. The former, who saw him there and supposed he had remained waiting in the place he had left him all the while, apologized for keeping him so long and said, A certain young lady is now staying here. I am sorry, but I did not dare mention your visit. Do you mean to send me away again, disappointed? How inglorious it is! replied Genji. No, why so? The lady may leave shortly. I will then announce you. Genji said no more. The ladies had by this time concluded their game, and the servants, who were about to retire to their own apartments, cried out, Where is our young master? We must close this door. Now is the time. Pray take me there. Don't be too late. Go and ask, said Genji. Kokimi knew very well how hard was his task to persuade his sister to see the prince and was meditating taking him into her room without her permission when she was alone. So he said hesitatingly, Please wait a little longer till the other lady, Kino Kami's sister, goes away. Is Kino's sister here? So much the better. Please introduce me to her before she leaves, said Genji. But, but what? Do you mean that she is not worth seeing? Retorted Genji and would feign have told the boy that he had already seen her, but thought it better not to do so, and continued, Were we to wait for her to retire, it would become too late. We should have no chance. Hereupon Kokimi determined to risk a little and went back to his sister's room, rolling up a curtain which hung in his way. It is too warm, let the air in, he cried as he passed through. After a few minutes he returned and led Genji to the apartment on his own responsibility. The lady with the scarf, his sister, who had been for some time fondly supposing that Genji had given up thinking about her, appeared startled and embarrassed when she saw him, but as a matter of course the usual courtesies were paid. The younger lady, however, who was free from all such thoughts, was rather pleased at his appearance. It happened that, when the eyes of the younger were turned in another direction, Genji ventured to touch slightly the shoulder of his favourite, who, startled at the action, rose suddenly and left the room on pretense of seeking something she required, dropping her scarf in her haste, as a cicada casts off his tender, wingy shell and leaving her friend to converse with the prince. He was regretted, but did not betray his vexation either by words or looks, and now began to carry on a conversation with the lady who remained whom he had already admired. Here his usual bold flirtation followed. The young lady, who was at first disturbed at his assurance, betrayed her youthful inexperience in such matters, yet for an innocent maiden she was rather coquettish, and he went on flirting with her. Chance meeting like this, said he, often arise from deeper causes than those which take place in the usual routine of things, so at least say the ancients. If I say, I love you, you might not believe me, and yet indeed it is so. Do think of me. True, we are not yet quite free, and perhaps I might not be able to see you so often as I wish, but I hope you will wait with patience and not forget me. Truly I also fear what people might suspect, and therefore I may not be able to communicate with you at all, she said innocently. Perhaps it might not be desirable to employ any other hand, he rejoined. If you only send your message, say, through Kokimi, there would not be any harm. Genji now rose to depart, and slightly possessed himself of the scarf which had been dropped by the other lady. Kokimi, who had been dozing all the time, started up suddenly when Genji roused him. He then led the letter to the door. At this moment the tremulous voice of an aged female domestic who appeared quite unexpectedly exclaimed, Who is there? To which Kokimi immediately replied, It is I. What brings you here so late? asked the old woman in a querulous tone. How inquisitive! I am now going out. What harm! retorted the boy rather scornfully, and stepping up to the threshold gave Genji a push over it, when all at once the shadow of his tall figure was projected on the moonlit floor. Who's that? cried the old woman sharply and in alarm, but the next moment, without waiting for any reply, mumbled on, Ah, ah, Tismis mimp, no wonder so tall. This remark seemed to allude to one of her fellow servants who must have been a stalwart maiden and the subject of remarks among her companions. The old woman, quite satisfied in thinking that it was she who was with Kokimi, added, You my young master will soon be as tall as she is. I will come out this way, too, and approached the door. Genji could do nothing but stand silent and motionless. When she came nearer, she said, addressing the supposed mimp, Have you been waiting on the young mistress this evening? I have been ill since the day before yesterday and kept myself to my room, but was sent for this evening because my services were required. I cannot stand it. So saying, and without waiting for any reply, she passed on, muttering as she went, Oh, my pain, my pain! Genji and the boy now went forth, and they drove back to the mansion in Nidyo. Talking over the events of the evening, Genji ironically said to his companion, Ah, you're a nice boy, and snapped his fingers with chagrin at the escape of his favorite and her indifference. Kokimi said nothing. Genji then murmured, I was clearly slighted. Oh, wretched me, I cannot rival the happy Iyo. Shortly after, he retired to rest, taking with him almost unconsciously the scarf he had carried off, and again making Kokimi share his apartment for company's sake. He had still some hope that the latter might be useful to him, and with the intention of stirring up his energies, observed, You are a nice boy, but I am afraid the coldness shown to me by your sister may at last weaken the friendship between you and me. Kokimi still made no reply. Genji closed his eyes but could not sleep, so he started up, and, taking writing materials, began to write, apparently without any fixed purpose, and indicted the following this stitch. Where the cicada casts her shell in the shadows of the tree, there is one whom I love well, though her heart is cold to me. Casting away the piece of paper on which these words were written, purposely or not, who knows, he again leaned his head on his hand. Kokimi, slightly stretching out his hand, picked up the paper from the floor and hid it quietly in his dress. Genji soon fell into profound slumber in which he was speedily joined by Kokimi. Some days passed away, and Kokimi returned to his sister, who, unseeing him, chided him severely, saying, Though I managed with some difficulty, we must not forget what people might say of us. Your officiousness is most unpardonable. Do you know what the prince himself will think of your childish trick? Thus was poor Kokimi, on the one hand, reproached by Genji for not doing enough, and on the other by his sister for being too officious. Was he not in a very happy position? Yet notwithstanding her words, he ventured to draw from his dressed paper he had picked up in Genji's apartment and offered it to her. The lady hesitated a moment, though somewhat inclined to read it, holding it in her hand for some little time, undecided. At length she ventured to throw her eyes over its contents. At once the loss of her scarf floated upon her mind as she read, and, taking up her pen, wrote on part of the paper where Genji had written his verses the words of a song. Amidst dark shadows of the tree, Sikada's wing with dew is wet, so in mine eyes unknown to thee spring sweet tears of fond regret. CHAPTER 4 EVENING GLORY PART 1 It happened that when Genji was driving about in the Rokjiyo quarter, he was informed that his old nurse Daini was ill and had become a nun. Her residence was in Gojiyo. He wished to visit her and drove to the house. The main gate was closed so that his carriage could not drive up. Therefore he sent in a servant to call out Koremitsu, the son of the nurse. Meantime, while awaiting him, he looked around on the deserted terrace. He noticed close by a small and rather dilapidated dwelling, with a wooden fence round a newly made enclosure. The upper part, for eight or ten yards in length, was surrounded by a trellis work, over which some white reed blinds, rude but new, were thrown. Through these blinds, the indistinct outline of some fair heads were faintly delineated, and the owners were evidently peeping down the roadway from their retreat. Ah, thought Genji. They can never be so tall as to look over the blind. They must be standing on something within. But whose residence is it? What sort of people are they? His equipage was strictly private and unconstantations. There were, of course, no outriders. Hence he had no fear of being recognized by them. And so he still watched the house. The gate was also constructed of something like trellis work, and stood half open, revealing the loneliness of the interior. The line, where do we seek our home, came first into his mind. And he then thought that, even this, must be as comfortable as golden palaces to its inmates. A long wooden rail, covered with luxuriant creepers, which, fresh and green, climbed over it in full vigor, arrested his eye. Their white blossoms, one after another, disclosing their smiling lips in unconscious beauty. Genji began humming to himself. Ah, stranger crossing there. When his attendant informed him that these lovely white flowers were called Ugao, evening glory, adding, and at the same time pointing to the flowers, see the flowers only, flourishing in that glorious state. What beautiful flowers they are, exclaimed Genji. Go and beg a bunch. The attendant thereupon entered the half-open gate and asked for some of them, on which a young girl dressed in a long tunic came out, taking an old fan in her hand, and saying, Let us put them on this, those with strong stems. Plucked off a few stalks and laid them on the fan. These were given to the attendant who walked slowly back. Just as he came near to Genji, the gate of Koremitsu's courtyard opened, and Koremitsu himself appeared, who took the flowers from him and handed them to Genji, at the same moment saying, I am very sorry I could not find the gate key, and that I made you wait so long in the public road, though there is no one here about to stare at or recognize you. I sincerely beg your pardon. The carriage was now driven in, and Genji alighted. The Ajari, elder brother of Koremitsu, Mikawa Nokami, his brother-in-law, and the daughter of Daini, all assembled and greeted him. The nun also rose from her couch to welcome him. How pleased I am to see you, she said. But you see, I have quite altered. I have become a nun. I have given up the world. I had no reluctance in doing this. If I had any uneasiness, it was on your account alone. My health, however, is beginning to improve. Evidently the divine blessing on this sacrifice. I was so sorry, replied Genji, to hear you were ill, and now, still more so, to find you have given up the world. I hope that you may live to witness my success and prosperity. It grieves me to think you were compelled to make such a change, yet, I believe, this will secure your enjoyment of happiness, hereafter. It is said that when one leaves this world without a single regret, one passes straight to paradise. As he said these words, his eyes became moistened. Now, it is common for nurses to regard their foster children with blind affection, whatever may be their faults, thinking, so to speak, that what is crooked is straight. So in Genji's case, who, in Daini's eyes, was next door to perfection, this blindness was still more strongly apparent, and she always regarded her office as his nurse as an honor, and while Genji was discoursing in the above manner, a tear began to trickle from her eyes. You know, he continued, at what an early age, I was deprived of my dearest ties. There were indeed several who looked after me, but you were the one to whom I was most attached. In due course, after I grew up, I ceased to see you regularly. I could not visit you as often as I thought of you, yet, when I did not see you for a long time, I often felt very lonely, ah, if there were no such things as partings in the world. He then enjoined them earnestly to persevere in prayer for their mother's health, and said, good-bye. At the moment of quitting the house, he remembered that something was written on the fan that held the flowers. It was already twilight, and he asked Koremitsu to bring a taper, that he might see to read it. It seemed to him as if the fragrance of some fair hand that had used it still remained, and on it was written the following couplets. The crystal Jew at evening's hour sleeps on the Yu-Gou's beautyous flower. Will this please him, whose glances bright, gave to the flowers a dear light? With apparent carelessness, without any indication to show who the writer was, it bore, however, the marks of his certain excellence. Genji thought, this is singular, coming from whence it does. And turning to Koremitsu, he asked, who lives in this house to your right? Ah, exclaimed Koremitsu mentally, as usual, I see. But replied with indifference, truly I have been here some days, but I have been so busy in attending my mother, that I neither know nor have asked about the neighbors. You may probably be surprised at my inquisitiveness, said Genji, but I have reasons for asking this on account of this fan. I request you to call on them, and make inquiries what sort of people they are. Koremitsu, thereupon, proceeded to the house, and calling out a servant, sought from him the information he wanted. When he was told that, this is the house of Mr. Yomei Nosuke. He is at present in the country, his lady is still young, her brothers are in the court service, and often come here to see her. The whole history of the family I am not acquainted with. With this answer, Koremitsu returned, and repeated it to Genji who thought, ah, the sending of this verse may be a trick of these conceited court fellows, but he could not entirely free his mind from the idea of its having been sent especially to himself. This was consistent with the characteristic vanity of his disposition. He therefore took out a paper, and disguising his handwriting, lest it should be identified, indicted the following. Were I the flower to see more near, which once at dusky eve I saw? It might have charms for me more dear, and look more beauties than before. And this he sent to the house by his servant, and sent off on his way. He saw a faint light through the chinks of the blinds of the house, like the glimmer of the firefly. It gave him, as he passed, a silent sort of longing. The mansion in Rikjio, to which he was proceeding this evening, was a handsome building, standing amidst fine woods of rare growth and beauty, and all was of comfortable appearance. Its mistress was altogether in good circumstances, and here Genji spent the hours in full ease and comfort. On his way home next morning he again passed the front of the house, where grew the yuga flowers, and the recollection of flowers which he had received the previous evening made him anxious to ascertain who the people were who lived there. After the lapse of some time Koremitsu came to pay him a visit, excusing himself for not having come before, on account of his mother's health being more unsatisfactory. He said, In obedience to your commands to make further inquiries, I called on some people who know about my neighbors, but could not get much information. I was told, however, that there is a lady who has been living there since last May, but who she is, even the people in the house, do not know. Sometimes I looked over the hedges between our gardens, and saw the youthful figure of a lady, and a maiden attending her, in a style of dress which betrayed a good origin. Yesterday evening after sunset I saw the lady writing a letter. Her face was very calm in expression, but full of thought, and her attendant was often sobbing secretly as she waited on her. These things I saw distinctly. Genji smiled. He seemed more anxious than before to know something about them, and Koremitsu continued. Hoping to get some fuller information, I took an opportunity which presented itself of sending a communication to the house, to this a speedy answer was returned, written by a skillful hand. I concluded from this in other circumstances that there was something worth seeing and knowing enclosed within those walls. Genji immediately exclaimed, Do, do try again, not to be able to find out is too provoking, and he thought to himself, If in lowly life which is often left unnoticed, we find something attractive and fair, as Samanokami said, How delightful it will be, and I think perhaps, this may be such a one. In the meantime his thoughts were occasionally reverting to Zikeda. His nature was not perhaps so perverted as to think about persons of such condition and position in life as Zikeda, but since he had heard the discussion about women and their several classifications, he had somehow become speculative in his sentiments, and ambitious of testing all those different varieties by his own experience. While matters were in this state, Ionokami returned to the capital, and came in haste to pay his respects to Genji. He was a swarthy, repulsive looking man, bearing the traces of a long journey in his appearance, and of advanced age. Still there was nothing unpleasant in his natural character and manners. Genji was about to converse with him freely, but somehow or another an awkward feeling arose in his mind, and threw a restraint upon his cordiality. Ionokami is such an honest old man, he reflected. It is too bad to take advantage of him. What Sama Nokami said is true, that to strive to carry out wrong desires is man's evil failing. Her hard-heartedness to me is unpleasant, but from the other side this deserves praise. It was announced after this that Ionokami would return to his province, and take his wife with him, and that his daughter would be left behind to be soon married. This intelligence was far from pleasing to Genji, and he longed once more, only once more, to behold the lady of the scarf, and he concerted with Kokimi how to arrange a plan for obtaining an interview. The lady, however, was quite deaf to such proposals, and the only concession she vouch-saved was that she occasionally received a letter, and sometimes answered it. Autumn had now come. Genji was still thoughtful. Lady Aoi saw him but seldom, and was constantly disquieted by his protracted absence from her. There was, as we have before hinted at Rokjiyo, another person whom he had won with great difficulty, and it would have been a little inconsistent if he became too easily tired of her. He indeed had not become cool towards her, but the violence of his passion had somewhat abated. The cause of this seems to have been that this lady was rather too zealous, or we may say jealous, besides her age exceeded that of Genji by some years. The following incident will illustrate the state of matters between them. One morning early, Genji was about to take his departure with sleepy eyes, listless and weary, from her mansion at Rokjiyo. A slight mist spread over the scene, a maiden attendant of the mistress opened the door for his departure, and led him forth. The shrubbery of flowering trees struck refreshingly on the site, with interlacing branches in rich confusion, among which was some asagao in full blossom. Genji was tempted to dally and looked contemplatively over them. The maiden still accompanied him. She wore a thin silk tunic of light green colors, showing off her graceful waist and figure which it covered. Her appearance was attractive. Genji looked at her tenderly, and led her to a seat in the garden and sat down by her side. Her countenance was modest and quiet, her wavy hair was neatly and prettily arranged. Genji began humming in a low tone. The heart that roams from flower to flower would feign its wanderings not betray, yet asagao in morning's hour impels my tender wish to stray. So, saying, he gently took her hand. She, however, without appearing to understand his real meaning, answered thus, You stay not till the mist be over, but hurry to depart. Say, can the flower you leave no more detain your changeful heart? At this juncture a young attendant in Sasinuki entered the garden, brushing away the jewey mist from the flowers, and began to gather some bunches of asagao. The scene was one which we might desire to paint, so full of quiet beauty, and Genji rose from his seat and slowly passed homeward. In those days, Genji was becoming more and more an object of popular admiration in society, and we might even attribute the eccentricity of some of his adventures to the favor he enjoyed, combined with his great personal attractions. Where beautiful flowers expand their blossoms, even the rugged mountaineer loves to rest under the shade, so wherever Genji showed himself, people sought his notice. Now with regard to the fair one about whom Koremitsu was making inquiries, after some still further investigations, he came to Genji and told him that there is someone who often visits there, who he was I could not at first find out, for he comes with the utmost privacy. I made up my mind to discover him, so one evening I concealed myself outside the house and waited. Presently the sound of an approaching carriage was heard, and the inmates of the house began to peep out. The lady I mentioned before was also to be seen. I could not see her very plainly, but I can tell you so much. She looked charming. The carriage itself was now seen approaching, and it apparently belonged to some one of rank. A little girl who was peeping out exclaimed, "'Ukon, look here, quick! Chiu-jo is coming!' Then one older came forward, rubbing her hands and saying to the child, "'Don't be so foolish, don't be excited!' How could they tell, I wondered, that the carriage was a Chiu-jo's. I saw forth cautiously and reconnertered. Near the house there is a small stream, over which a plank had been thrown by way of a bridge. The visitor was rapidly approaching this bridge, when an amusing incident occurred. The elder girl came out in haste to meet him, and was passing the bridge, when the skirt of her dress caught in something, and she well nigh fell into the water. Confound that bridge, what a bad katsuragi, she cried, and suddenly turned pale. How amusing it was, you may imagine. The visitor was dressed in plain style. He was followed by his page, whom I recognized as belonging to To No Chiu-jo. I should like to see that same carriage interrupted Genji eagerly. As he thought to himself, that house may be the home of the very girl to whom he, To No Chiu-jo, spoke about. Perhaps he has discovered her hiding place. I have also made an acquaintance, Koremitsu continued, with a certain person in this house, and it was through these means that I made closer observations. The girl, who nearly fell over the bridge, is no doubt the lady's attendant, but they pretend to be all on unequality. Even when the little child said anything to betray them by its remarks, they immediately turned it off. Koremitsu laughed as he told this, adding, This was an amusing trick indeed. Oh, exclaimed Genji, I must have a look at them when I go to visit your mother. You must manage this, and with the words, the picture of the evening glory rose pleasantly before his eyes. Now Koremitsu not only was always prompt in attending to the wishes of Prince Genji, but also by his own temperament fond of carrying on such intrigues. He tried every means to favour his designs, and to ingratiate himself with the lady, and at last succeeded in bringing her and Genji together. The details of the plans by which all this was brought about are too long to be given here. Genji visited her often, but it was with the greatest caution and privacy. He never asked her when they met any particulars about her past life, nor did he reveal his own to her. He would not drive to her in his own carriage, and Koremitsu often lent him his own horse to ride. He took no attendant with him except the one who had asked for the evening glory. He would not even call on the nurse, lest it might lead to discoveries. The lady was puzzled at his reticence. She would sometimes send her servant to ascertain, if possible, what road he took and where he went. But somehow, by chance or design, he always became lost to her watchful eye. His dress also was of the most ordinary description, and his visits were always paid late in the evening. To her, all this seemed like the mysteries of old legends. True, she conjectured from his demeanor in ways that he was a person of rank, but she never ascertained exactly who he was. She sometimes reproached Koremitsu for bringing her into such strange circumstances, but he cunningly kept himself aloof from such taunts. Be this as it may, Genji still frequently visited her, though at the same time he was not unmindful that this kind of adventure was scarcely consistent with his position. The girl was simple and modest in nature, not certainly maneuvering. Neither was she stately or dignified in meen, but everything about her had a peculiar charm and interest, impossible to describe, and in the full charm of youth, not altogether void of experience. But by what charm in her thought Genji, am I so strongly affected? No matter, I am so, and thus his passion continued. Her residence was only temporary, and this Genji soon became aware of. If she leaves this place, thought he, and I lose sight of her, for when this may happen is uncertain, what shall I do? He at last decided to carry her off secretly to his own mansion in Nijil, true if this became known it would be an awkward business, but such are love affairs, always some dangers to be risked. He therefore fondly entreated her to accompany him to some place where they could be freer. Her answer, however, was that such a proposal on his part only alarmed her. Genji was amused at her girlish mode of expression and earnestly said, which of us is a fox? I don't know, but anyhow be persuaded by me. And after repeated conversations of the same nature, she at last half-consented. He had much doubt of the propriety of inducing her to take this step. Nevertheless, her final compliance flattered his vanity. He recollected very well the tokonatsu, pinks, which Tonochu-jo spoke of, but never betrayed, that he had any knowledge of that circumstance. It was on the evening of the fifteenth of August when they were together. The moonlight streamed through the crevices of the broken wall. To Genji such a scene was novel and peculiar. The dawn at length began to break, and from the surrounding houses the voices of the farmers might be heard talking. One remarked, how cool it is. Another, there is not much hope for our crops this year. My carrying business I do not expect to answer, responded the first speaker. But are our neighbors listening? Conversing in this way they proceeded to their work. Had the lady been one to whom surrounding appearances were important, she might have felt disturbed, but she was far from being so, and seemed as if no outward circumstance could trouble her equanimity, which appeared to him an admirable trait. The noise of the threshing of the corn came indistinctly to their ears, like distant thunder. The beating of the bleachers' hammer was also heard faintly from afar off. They were in the front of the house. They opened the window and looked out on the dawn. In the small garden before their eyes was a pretty bamboo grove, their leaves wet with dew, shown brilliantly, even as bright as in the gardens of the palace. The cricket sank cheerfully in the old walls, as if it was at their very ears, and the flight of wild geese in the air wrestled overhead. Everything spoke of rural scenes in business, different from what Genji was in the habit of seeing and hearing around him. To him all these sights and sounds, from their novelty and variety, combined with the affection he had for the girl beside him, had a delightful charm. She wore a light dress of clear purple, not very costly. Her figure was slight and delicate, the tones of her voice soft and insinuating. If she were only a little more cultivated, thought he, but in any case he was determined to carry her off. Now is the time, said he, let us go together, the place is not very far off. Why so soon, she replied gently, as her implied consent to his proposal was thus given without much thought. He on his part became bolder. He summoned her maid Ukon, and ordered the carriage to be got ready. Dawn now fairly broke, the cocks had ceased to crow, and the voice of an aged man was heard repeating his horizons, probably during his fast. His days will not be many, thought Genji. What is he praying for? And while so thinking, the aged mortal muttered, Oh, the divine guide of the future. Do listen to that prayer, said Genji, turning to the girl. It shows our life is not limited to this world. And he hummed. Let us together bind our soul, with vows that Wobasuk has given, that when this world from sight shall roll, unparted we shall wake in heaven. And added, by Mirok, let us bind ourselves in love forever. The girl doubtful of the future thus replied in a melancholy tone. When in my present lonely lot, I feel my past has not been free, from sins which I remember not, I dread more what to come may be. In the meantime, a passing cloud had suddenly covered the sky, and made its face quite gray, availing himself of this obscurity. Genji hurried her away, and led her to the carriage, where Ukon also accompanied her. They drove to an isolated mansion on the Rokjiyo embankment, which was at no great distance, and called out the steward who looked after it. The grounds were in great solitude, and over them lay a thick mist. The curtains of the carriage were not drawn close, so that the sleeves of their dresses were almost moistened. I have never experienced this sort of trouble before, said Genji. How painful are the sufferings of love! Oh, where the ancients tell me pray, thus led away by love's keen smart, I narrow such morning's misty ray, have felt before with beating heart. Have you ever? The lady shyly averted her face, and answered, I, like the wandering moon, may roam, who knows not if her mountain love be true or false, without a home, the mist below, the clouds above. The steward presently came out, and the carriage was driven inside the gates, and was brought close to the entrance, while the rooms were hurriedly prepared for their reception. They alighted, just as the mist was clearing away. The steward was in the habit of going to the mansion of Sadaijin, and was well acquainted with Genji. Oh, he exclaimed as they entered, without proper attendance, and approaching near to Genji said, shall I call in some more servants? Genji replied at once, and impressively, I purposely chose a place where many people should not intrude, don't trouble yourself, and be discreet. Rice broth was served up for their breakfast, but no regular meal had been prepared. The sun was now high in the heavens. Genji got up and opened the window. The gardens had been uncared for, and had run wild. The forests surrounding the mansion was dense and old, and the shrubberies were ravaged and torn by the autumn gales, and the bosom of the lake was hidden by rank weeds. The main part of the house had been for a long time uninhabited, except a servant's quarter, where there were only a few people living. How fearful this place looks, but let no demon molest us, thought Genji, and endeavored to direct the girl's attention by fond and caressing conversation, and now he began little by little to throw off the mask and told her who he was, and then began humming. The flower that bloomed in evening's dew was a bright guide that led to you. She looked at him as Kant's, replying, the Jew that on the Yu Gao Lei was a false guide and led astray. Thus a faint illusion was made to the circumstances which were the cause of their acquaintance, and it became known that the verse and the fan had been sent by her attendant, mistaking Genji for her mistress, former lover. In the course of a few hours the girl became more at her ease, and later on in the afternoon Koromitsu came and presented some fruits. The latter however stayed with them only a short time. The mansion gradually became very quiet, and the evening rapidly approached. The inner room was somewhat dark and gloomy. Yu Gao was nervous. She was too nervous to remain there alone, and Genji therefore drew back the curtains to let the twilight in, staying there with her. Here the lovers remained, enjoying each other's sight and company, yet the more the evening advanced, the more timid and restless she became. So he quickly closed the casement, and she drew by degrees closer and closer to his side. At these moments he also became distracted and thoughtful. How the Emperor would be asking after him, and no not where he might be. What would the lady, the jealous lady, in the neighboring mansion, think or say if she discovered their secret, how painful it would be if her jealous rage should flash forth on him? Such were the reflections which made him melancholy, and as his eyes fell upon the girl affectionately sitting beside him, ignorant of all these matters, he could not but feel a kind of pity for her. Night was now advancing, and they unconsciously dropped off to sleep, when suddenly over the pillow of Genji hovered the figure of a lady of threatening aspect. It said fiercely, you faithless one, wandering astray with such a strange girl. And then the apparition tried to pull away the sleeping girl near him. Genji awoke, much agitated. The lamp had burnt itself out. He drew his sword and placed it beside him, and called aloud for Ukon, and she came to him also quite alarmed. Do call up the servants and procure a light, said Genji. How can I go to his too dark, she replied, shaking with fear. How childish, he exclaimed, with a false laugh, and clapped his hands to call a servant. The sound echoed drearyly through the empty rooms, but no servant came. At this moment he found the girl beside him was also strangely affected. Her brow was covered with great drops of cold perspiration, and she appeared rapidly sinking into a state of unconsciousness. Ah, she is often troubled with a nightmare, said Ukon, and perhaps this disturbs her now, but let us try and rouse her. Yes, very likely, said Genji, she was very much fatigued, and since noon her eyes have often been riveted upwards, like one suffering from some inward malady. I will go myself and call the servants, he continued. Clapping one's hands is useless, besides it echoes fearfully. Do come here, Ukon, for a little while, and look after your mistress. So pulling Ukon near Yugao, he advanced to the entrance of the saloon. He saw all was dark in the adjoining chambers. The wind was high, and blew gustily round the mansion. The few servants, consisting of a son of the steward, footman, and page, were all buried in profound slumber. Genji called to them loudly, and they awoke with a start. Come, said he, bring a light. Vale, twang your bowstring, and drive away the fiend. How can you sleep so soundly in such a place? But has Kore Mitsukam? Sir, he came in the evening, but you had given no command, and so he went away, saying he would return in the morning, answered one. The one who gave this reply was an old knight, and he twanged his bowstrings vigorously. Hyo-ojin, hyo-ojin, be careful of the fire, be careful of the fire, as he walked around the rooms. The mind of Genji instinctively reverted at this moment to the comfort of the palace. At this hour of midnight, he thought, the careful knights are patrolling round its walls. How different it is here. He returned to the room he had left. It was still dark. He found Yugao lying half dead and unconscious as before, and Ukon rendered helpless by fright. What is the matter? What does it mean? What foolish fear is this? exclaimed Genji, greatly alarmed. Perhaps in lonely places like this the fox, for instance, might try to exercise his sorcery to alarm us. But I am here. There is no cause for fear. And he pulled Ukon's sleeve as he spoke to arouse her. I am so alarmed, she replied, but my lady must be more so. Pray attend to her. Well, said Genji, and bending over his beloved, shook her gently, but she neither spoke nor moved. She had apparently fainted, and he became seriously alarmed. At this juncture the lights were brought. Genji threw a mantle over his mistress, and then called to the man to bring the light to him. The servant remained standing at a distance, according to etiquette, and would not approach. Come near exclaimed Genji tessily. Do act according to circumstances. And taking the lamp from him threw its light full on the face of the lady, and gazed upon it anxiously. When at this very moment he beheld the apparition of the same woman he had seen before in his terrible dream, float before his eyes and vanish. Ah, he cried. This is like the phantoms in old tales. What is the matter with a girl? His own fears were all forgotten in his anxiety on her account. He leaned over and called upon her, but in vain. She answered not. And her glance was fixed. What was to be done? There was no one whom he could consult. The exorcisms of a priest, he thought, might do some good, but there was no priest. He tried to compose himself with all the resolution he could summon, but his anguish was too strong for his nerves. He threw himself beside her, and embracing her passionately, cried, Come back, come back to me, my darling. Do not let us suffer such dreadful events. But she was gone. Her soul had passed gently away. The story of the mysterious power of the demon who had threatened a certain courtier possessed of considerable strength of mind suddenly occurred to Genji, who thought self-possession was the only remedy in presence circumstances, and recovering his composure a little said to Gukon, She cannot be dead. She shall not die yet. He then called the servant and told him, Here is one who has been strangely frightened by a vision. Go to Koremitsu and tell him to come at once, and if his brother, the priest, is there, ask him to come also. Tell them cautiously, don't alarm their mother.