Japanese fairy tales
THE DAUGHTER OF A SAMURAI
There was once a daughter of a Samurai who was both beautiful and good.
Her name was 0 Cho San. Her father was dead, and she worked very hard
to support her mother who was ill. The mother had trained her daughter
in the best of manners, therefore O Cho San had no trouble in finding
work.
There was a certain. nobleman in need of a maid servant, and he approached O Cho San and asked her to serve him.
"What would my duties be?" inquired the girl as she respectfully bowed
to the ground before him. "I must hear, and then I can tell if I can do
them."
"They are all the common duties of a maid," he replied—"all but
one thing, which is most strange. You will have the care of the
porcelain plates of my fathers."
"But that is not a strange duty for a maid," answered O Cho San. She
smiled at him, showing her pretty white teeth and a dimple in one
cheek. "I have washed china before this, and always with care."
"Yet it is the one thing which is most hard,—to find a maid who will attend to this," he answered. "Know,
0 Cho San, that the porcelain is priceless. There are twelve plates and
each one is perfect. They are so old that they are of the fashion of
the Owari potter who learned the secrets of Karatsu and made a flight
of cranes across the blue sky.
"The porcelain is so beyond all value that my ancestor made the law
that whoever broke a plate should straightway have a finger cut off. So
you see the china must be washed with care."
O Cho San clasped and unclasped her slender brown fingers nervously,
then she hid them quite away in the sleeves of her kimono. Her cheek
paled a little, but she said bravely, "I will take the place, most
honorable sir, and I shall try to keep my fingers."
Then she thought to herself, "It is not the most desirable of places to
live where one loses a finger for each nick of china, but the yen he
pays are many more than
I can earn elsewhere, and my dear mother must have tea and rice.'
Besides, it is not likely that such costly porcelain can be often used,
and when it is, I shall offer many prayers that it be used in safety."
So O Cho San served the nobleman faithfully.
It was easy to see that she was a favorite with all, for she had
manners of such engaging gentleness that every one loved her. At first
this pleased her. When, however, she found that even the master's son
was in love with her, she was unhappy.
She did not care at all for him, and she knew that to marry him would
displease her master, who was kind to her. So she refused to listen to
the young man, and this made him very angry. Being bad at heart, he
resolved to be avenged upon her.
"I will ask my father to give a party at which the porcelain plates
shall be used," he said to himself. "She will surely break one, and
then she will turn to me to save her from her punishment. If she does
not, she will lose a finger;" and on his face there was a cruel frown.
As he had said, so it was done. The master gave a supper and the
priceless dishes were used. Thanks to the kindness of the gods who
watch over little maidens, O Cho San washed them, dried them on the
softest of paper napkins, and set them carefully away all unbroken. But
alas, when the master came to look them over, the bottom one of the
pile was broken.
Great was the excitement.
O Cho San wept and proclaimed her innocence.
"Honorable Master," she cried, "it is another hand than mine which has
broken it. But if I am to be punished, cut a piece from my face instead
of my hand. Then I may still work for my mother."
"The law of my fathers required a finger for each plate broken," said
the master sorrowfully; for although he liked the gentle little maid
and did not wish to hurt her, he feared to disobey the law.
"You shall not cut even her finger nail," suddenly cried a rough voice.
The group around O Cho San turned in astonishment to see who dared
speak so to the master.
It was Genzaburo, a servant, very rough but honest and good.
"O Cho San may not be punished for what she has not done," he said. "I
myself broke the plate. You ask me why? Because I love O Cho San. She
is as fair as the cherry bloom in early spring, but to me cold and
remote as the snows upon the crest of the mountains. I thought to
myself, she is a Samurai's daughter and will never marry me. But if she
lose a finger no one else will marry her. Therefore in time she will
turn to me, and I shall win her for my wife. Then I broke the plate."
"How did you break it?" demanded, the master sternly.
"That I will show you," said Genzaburo. "It was very simple. I was told
to mend the lid of the box in which the plate was kept. Then I thought
of the plates, and I drew forth one and bang! my hammer fell upon it
just like this!" and he brought his hammer down with great force.
There was a crash terrible to hear, a scream from
0 Cho San, an exclamation of rage from the master, for the hammer had
descended upon the pile of plates, and of the beautiful porcelain
nothing at all remained but fragments.
In all the confusion Genzaburo alone was calm. He stood smiling at the
ruin he had wrought, and his master cried, "The man is quite mad! Take
him away!"
"Not so, my master, I am not mad," Genzaburo replied. "I did this thing
with reason. Take all my fingers if you wish, or even my life if the
commands of your honorable ancestors must be carried out. But
I shall have the happiness of knowing that no more little maids can be frightened and mutilated by your cruelty."
The nobleman gazed upon him in silence; but the son threw himself before his father.
"I beg you, oh my father, forgive this mad fellow," he cried. "I too am
in fault, for I persuaded you to give this entertainment in the hope
that she would break a plate and then turn to me in her trouble."
Then O Cho San knelt before him and said, "Honorable Master, since I am
the occasion of this great trouble in your household, I beg you to
permit me to go away and be not angry with either your son or your
servant. Forgive them, and of your graciousness allow me to depart,
since my only wish is to work for the welfare of my dear mother."
Then was the nobleman greatly touched. Mindful of Genzaburo's long
service, he forgave him. He forgave his son, also; for since O Cho San
loved him not, he needed no further punishment. Mindful still more of O
Cho San's pleasant services in his household, he said, "We will speak
no more of the porcelain plates of my ancestors. O Cho San will not
leave me. She shall continue to live in my service and her wages shall
be increased."
Then he gave her a reward, and she lived many years and earned much yen for the welfare of her dear mother.
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