My earnest desire, therefore, is to devise some means of escape from this cruel persecution.  If my ambitious scheme does not succeed, then shall I return home no more; and even should I gain my end, it is hard to say how I may be treated by those in power.  Let us drink a cup of wine together, for it may be that you shall see my face no more.  I give my life to allay the misery of the people of this estate.  If I die, mourn not over my fate; weep not for me.”

Having spoken thus, he addressed his wife and his four children, instructing them carefully as to what he desired to be done after his death, and minutely stating every wish of his heart.  Then, having drunk a parting cup with them, he cheerfully took leave of all present, and went to a tea-house in the neighbouring village of Funabashi, where the two messengers, Rokurobei and Jiuyemon, were anxiously awaiting his arrival, in order that they might recount to him all that had taken place at Yedo.

“In short,” said they, “it appears to us that we have failed completely; and we have come to meet you in order to hear what you propose.  If you have any plan to suggest, we would fain be made acquainted with it.”

“We have tried the officers of the district,” replied Sogoro, “and we have tried my lord’s palace at Yedo.  However often we might assemble before my lord’s gate, no heed would be given to us.  There is nothing left for us but to appeal to the Shogun.”

So they sat talking over their plans until the night was far advanced, and then they went to rest.  The winter night was long; but when the cawing of the crows was about to announce the morning, the three friends started on their journey for the tea-house at Asakusa, at which, upon their arrival, they found the other village elders already assembled.

“Welcome, Master Sogoro,” said they.  “How is it that you have come so late?  We have petitioned all the officers to no purpose, and we have broken our bones in vain.  We are at our wits’ end, and can think of no other scheme.  If there is any plan which seems good to you, we pray you to act upon it.”

“Sirs,” replied Sogoro, speaking very quietly, “although we have met with no better success here than in our own place, there is no use in grieving.  In a day or two the Gorojiu will be going to the castle; we must wait for this opportunity, and following one of the litters, thrust in our memorial.  This is my opinion:  what think you of it, my masters?”

One and all, the assembled elders were agreed as to the excellence of this advice; and having decided to act upon it, they returned to their inn.

Then Sogoro held a secret consultation with Jiuyemon, Hanzo, Rokurobei, Chinzo, and Kinshiro, five of the elders, and, with their assistance, drew up the memorial; and having heard that on the 26th of the month, when the Gorojiu should go to the castle, Kuze Yamato no Kami would proceed to a palace under the western enclosure of the castle, they kept watch in a place hard by.  As soon as they saw the litter of the Gorojiu approach, they drew near to it, and, having humbly stated their grievances, handed in the petition; and as it was accepted, the six elders were greatly elated, and doubted not that their hearts’ desire would be attained; so they went off to a tea-house at Riyogoku, and Jiuyemon said—­