so it was in the honorable house of his father, and of the hundred august ancestors whom they accused him of dishonoring, that gonji again saw the spider.
into the houses of the most exalted the geisha flutters with the free familiarity of a pampered house pet. no festivity, however private, is considered complete without her. she is as necessary as the flowers that bedeck the house, the viands, and the sake.
upon a humid night in the season of greatest heat, and in the glow of a thousand fireflies, the spider danced in the gardens of the house of saito. her kimono was vermilion, embroidered with dragons of gold. gold too were her obi and her fan, and red and gold were the ornaments that glistened like fire in her hair. yet more brilliant, more sparklingly, gleamed and shone the eyes of the dancer, and her scarlet lips were redder than the poppies in her hair, and held an hypnotic allure for the lord saito gonji, watching her in a breathless silence that fairly pained him.
every gesture, every slightest flutter of her sleeve, her hand, her fan, every smallest turn or motion of her bewitching head, was directed at the guest of honor, the son and heir of the house of saito. for him alone she seemed to dance. to him she threw her joyous smiles, and, in the end, when the dance was done, it was at his feet she knelt, raising her na?vely coy, half-questioning glance. then, very softly and with gentle solicitation:
“at your sole honorable service, noble lord,” she said. “what is your pleasure next?”
he said, like one awakening from some strange dream or trance:
“it is my pleasure, geisha, that you look into my eyes.”
she glanced up timidly, as if troubled and surprised. a wistfully joyous light came into her dark eyes; then they remained unmovingly fixed upon his. very softly, that those about them might not hear, he whispered:
“i saw your face dimly in the firefly-light. i was possessed with but one ambition—to look into your eyes!”
her pretty head drooped so low that now it touched his knee. at the contact he trembled and drew sharply away from her. alarmed, fearing she had unwittingly offended him, she raised her head and looked at him with a mutely questioning glance. there was a cloud, dark and very melancholy, upon the face of the one she had been ordered to entertain. she thought of the instructions of matsuda: that it should be her paramount duty to beguile and distract the lord saito gonji. her fortune for life might be made by succeeding in arousing him to a joyous mood. but, lo! the one she sought to please drew back from her, gloomy, troubled.
her rapid rise to fame had not brought to the spider the peculiar joy she had anticipated. fame carries ever with it its bitter savor, and, although she had not alone become the darling of the celebrated geisha-house, but had brought fame and fortune to her master, many of the things she had most cared for she had been obliged to forego in her new position as star of the house of slender pines.
no longer was it possible for her to be shielded by the loving arms of the okusama. out into the broadest limelight even the delighted okusama had pushed her, and this blinding light entailed a thousand duties of which she had only vaguely heard from the patronizing elder geishas. she had ceased to be the cuddled and petted little moonlight, loved and stroked and tossed about by the geishas, because of her beauty and ingenuous wit. suddenly she had become the spider! it was a new and fearful name that terrified her.
matsuda, proud of her success, and at last completely won over, surrounded her with every luxury. so far he had forced upon the girl none of the odious exactions often demanded of the geishas by their masters, even though the law had defined the exact services to which he was legally entitled.
a thousand lovers a geisha might have, said the unwritten law, but to possess one alone was fatal! she must place a guard of iron before her heart! a geisha must sip at love as the bee culls the honey from the blossom, lingering but a moment over each. the rivers and the many pits of death were filled with the bodies of the hapless ones who had gone outside this law, who had dared to permit the passionate heart to escape beyond the prescribed bounds.
moonlight, with all the witching arts of the geisha at her finger-tips, with a beauty as rare and mysterious as though she were a princess of some new world, had found it thus far an easy task to follow the rules laid down for her class. like a fragile flower that must not be touched lest its bloom be soiled, the master of the geisha-house jealously protected his star from all possible contamination. she was held out as a lure to captivate and draw to his house the rich and noble ones; but, like some precious jewel in a casket, she was but to be seen, not touched! matsuda was determined to save his most precious possession for the highest of bidders. now his patience had met its due reward. the most illustrious head of the house of the exalted saito solicited his services!
so, while matsuda gloated over the rich reward to be reaped surely from his lordly patron, the spider was looking with frightened eyes into those of the lord saito gonji, and she trembled and turned very pale under his somber glance. all her gay insouciance, her saucy, quick repartee, the teasing, witching little graces for which she now was noted, seemed to have deserted her. it troubled her that she was unable to obey the command of her master and make his most noble patron smile. within the piercing eyes which sought her own she seemed to read only some tragic question, which, alas, she felt unable to answer.
“i desire to please you, noble sir,” she said, plaintively, and added, with an impulsive motion of her little hands: “alas! it is my duty!”
for the first time a faint smile quivered across the young man’s lips; but he did not speak. he continued to regard her in that musing fashion, as though he studied every feature of her face and drank in its loveliness with something of resignation and despair.
his curious silence affected her. was it not possible to arouse the strange one, then, to some animation and interest? timidly she put out her hand—a mute, charming little gesture—then rested it upon his own. as though her touch had some electric power which stirred him to the depths, he leaned suddenly toward her, inclosing her hand in a close, almost painful grip. now hungrily, pleadingly, his look enveloped her. his voice trembled with the emotion he sought vainly to control.
“geisha, if it were possible—if we belonged in another land—if it were not for the customs of the ancestors—i would tell you what is in my heart!”
like a child, wondering and curious, she answered:
“i pray you, tell me! to keep a troubled secret is like carrying a cup brim full!”
“i will ask you a question,” he said incisively. “wilt thou be my wife for all the lives yet to come?”
as he spoke the forbidden words the spider turned very pale. she sought to withdraw her trembling hands from his, but he held to them with a passionate tenacity. she could not speak. she could but look at him mutely, piteously; and her lovely, pleading gaze but added to the man’s distraction.
“answer me!” he entreated. “make me the promise, beautiful little mousmé!”
his vehemence and passion frightened her. she tried to avert her face, to turn it aside from his burning gaze; but he brought his own insistently close to hers. she could not escape his impelling eyes. at last, her bosom heaving up and down like a little troubled sea, she stammered:
“you speak so strangely, noble sir. i—i—am but—a geisha of the house of slender pines. thou art as far above my sphere as—as—are the honorable stars in the heavens.”
her voice had a quality of exquisite terror, as though she sought vainly to thrust aside some hypnotic force to which she yearned to yield. it aroused but the ardor of her lover.
“it is not possible,” he murmured, “for one to be above thee, little geisha. thou art lovelier than all the visions of the esteemed sun lady herself. i am thy lover for all time. i desire to possess thee utterly in all the lives yet to come. make me the promise, beautiful mousmé, that thou wilt travel with me—that thou wilt be mine, mine only!”
she drew back as far from him as it was possible, with her hands jealously held by his own. her wide, frightened eyes were fixed in terror upon his.
“i cannot speak the words!” she gasped. “i dare not speak them, august one!”
for a moment his face, which had been lighted by excitement and passion, darkened.
“you cannot then return my love?”
“ah! they are not words for a geisha to speak. it is not for such as i to make the long journey with one so illustrious as thou!”
a sob broke from her, and because she could no longer bear to meet his burning gaze she hid her face with the motion of a child against their clasped hands.
for a long moment there was silence between them. louder, noisier, rose the mirth of the revelers about them. a dozen geishas pulled at the three-stringed instruments. as many more swayed and moved in the figures of the classical dance. like great, gaudy butterflies, their bright wings fluttering behind them, the moving figures of the tea-maidens passed before them. almost it seemed as if they two had been purposely set apart and forgotten. no one approached them. with concerted caution, all avoided a glance in the direction of the guest of honor and the famous one who had been chosen to beguile and save him. how well she had performed her task one could see in the beaming face of matsuda, the uneasy face of the elder lord saito, and the somewhat scowling one of the uncle of ohano.
the lord gonji saw nothing of the relatives. he was oblivious indeed of everything save the shining, drooped little head upon his hands. scarcely he knew his own voice, so superlatively gentle and wooing was its tone.
“i pray you, give me complete happiness with the promise, beloved one,” he entreated.
she raised her head slowly; and gravely, wistfully, her eyes now questioned him. dimly she realized the effect of such a union upon his haughty family and the ancestors.
she was but a geisha, a cultivated toy, educated for the one purpose of beguiling men and making their lot brighter. like the painted and grotesque comedian who tortured his limbs to make others laugh, so it was the duty of a geisha to keep ever the laugh upon her lips, even though the heart within her broke. it was not possible that to her, a mere dancing girl, one was offering the entrancing opportunity of which lovers whisper to each other. her face was very pinched and white, the eyes startlingly large, as she answered him:
“i dare not speak the words, noble sir. i do not know the way. the meido is very far off. we meet but once. your honorable parents and the ancestors would turn back one so humble and insignificant as i.”
“the honorable parents,” he gently explained, “can but point our duty in the present life. in the lives yet to come we choose our own companions. if i could—if it were possible—how gladly would i take thee also for this present life.”
she drew back, puzzled, vaguely distressed.
“you—you do not wish me now also?” she stammered, and there was a shocked, dazed note in her voice. he saw what was in her mind, and it startled him.
“do you not know why they have summoned you here to-night?” he questioned.
“at—at the command of my master,” she faltered. “i am here to—to please thee, noble sir. if it please thee to make a jest—”
she broke off piteously and tried to smile. her hands slipped from his as he arose suddenly and looked down at her solemnly, where she still knelt at his feet.
“you are here,” he said, “to celebrate my honorable betrothal to takedo ohano-san.”
she did not move, but continued to stare up at him with the dumb-stricken look of one unjustly punished. then suddenly she sobbed, and her little head rested upon the ground at his feet.
“geisha!” he called to her sharply, commandingly, and yet with a world of pleading emotion. matsuda, hovering near, turned and looked loweringly at the girl on the ground. her face was humbly in the dust at the feet of the lord saito gonji. it was a position unworthy of a geisha, and matsuda moved furiously nearer to them. this was the work of the okusama, inwardly he fumed. now when the geisha was put to the greatest test she was found wanting. at the feet of the man when he should have knelt at hers.
“geisha!”
this time there was nothing but tenderness in his voice. he was conscious of the fact that the girl at his feet was suffering. he loved her, and was sure that life without her would be both intolerable and worthless. he had begged her to travel with him upon the final “long journey.” she, in her simple innocence, believed he had asked her in marriage for this life also. now, humiliated, she dared not look at him.
down he knelt beside her; but when he sought to put his arms about her, she sprang wildly to her feet. not for a moment did she pause, but like some hunted, terrified thing fled fleetly across the garden.
he started to follow, but stopped suddenly, blinded by the sudden excess of madness and rage that swept over him. for, as she ran, her master, matsuda, doubled over in her path. his face was purple. his wicked little eyes glittered like one gone insane, and his great thick lips fell apart, showing the teeth like tusks of some wild beast. gonji saw the shining doubled fists as they rose in the air and descended upon the head of the hapless spider. then he sprang forward like a madman, leaping at the throat of matsuda and tossing him aside like some unclean thing.
she lay unmoving upon her back, her arms cast out like the wings of a bird on either side. gonji caught her up in his arms with a cry that rang out weirdly over the gardens. it stopped the mirth of the revelers and brought them in a hushed group about the pair. now silence reigned in the gardens of the saito.
on the upper floor of the mansion the walls had been pushed entirely out so that an open pavilion, flower-laden, made a charming retreat for the “honorable interiors,” the ladies of the family, who might not, with propriety, join their lords in the revelry. here, unseen, these “precious jewels of the household” might watch the celebration; but it was the part of the geisha to entertain their lord. theirs the lot to receive him when, weary and worn, he must eventually return for rest.
now, from their sake-sipping the ladies were aroused by that cry of saito gonji. over the lantern-hung, flower-laden trellis they leaned, their shrill voices sounding strangely in the silence that had fallen upon the entire company. some one lighted a torch and swung it above the group on the ground. under its light the mother of gonji, and his bride, ohano, saw the form of the spider; and beside her, enveloping her in his arms, whispering to and caressing her, was the lord saito gonji.
japanese women are trained to hide their deepest emotions. all the world tells of their impassive stoicism; but human nature is human nature, after all. so the bride shrieked like one who has lost his mind, but the cry was strangled ere it was half uttered. when the lady saito’s hand was withdrawn from the mouth of the bride, the pallid-faced ohano slipped humbly to her knees, and, shaking like a leaf in a storm, stammered:
“i—i—b-but laughed at the antics of the comedians. oh, d-d-d-did you see—”
here she broke off and hid her face, with a muffled sob, upon the breast of the elder woman. without a word the latter led the girl inside, and the maidens drew the shoji into place, closing the floor.
