White Serpent Castle

Contents

 

 

List of Characters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Bibliography

 

 

 

White
Serpent
Castle

 

 

 

Lensey Namioka

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TUTTLE PUBLISHING

Boston • Rutland, Vermont • Tokyo

Originally published
in 1976 by David McKay Company, Inc.
Paperback edition first published in 2004 by Tuttle Publishing
, an imprint of Periplus Editions (HK) Ltd., with editorial offices at 364 Innovation Drive, North Clarendon, VT 05759 U.S.A.

 

Copyright © 1976 Lensey Namioka

 

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ISBN 978-1-4629-0146-3

 

 

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Design by Linda Carey

List of Characters

 

 

Zenta and M
atsuzo
, two ronin looking for w
ork

Lord Okudaira
, commander of
a strategic castle in the north of Japan
, recently dead

Chamberlain of the
castle

Jihei
, henchman of the chamberlain

Envoy
, sent by Lord Okudaira's feudal
overlord to mediate in the succession dispute

Saemon
, chief retainer of the envo
y

Ume
, old woman serving Lady Tama

Y
oung maid
, serving Lady Tama

Lady
Kaede
, Lord Okudaira's second wife

Female
warriors
, serving Lady Kaede

Yosh
iteru
, Lord Okudaira's son by
his second wife

Lady Tama
, Lor
d Okudaira's daughter by his first wife

Shigeteru
, Lord Okudaira's son
by his first wife

Chapter 1

 

 

The two young samurai paused at a bend in the road. They stood for a moment and looked up at the length of white plastered wall which followed the contours of the hillside and lay as if about to uncoil. Seen from this angle, the castle looked like a huge white snake.

As the two travelers continued on their way, the main portion of the castle gradually came into view. The high point was the watchtower, soaring up into the sky like the head of a serpent poised to strike. The purpose of the castle was wholly military. Yet, seen in the late afternoon sun, the sprawling structure had an impressive grace and beauty.

“The name of the castle must come from its shape,” said Matsuzo.

“The local people tell a different story,” said Zenta. “They say that the name is from the legend of the White Serpent.”

“You mean that ghost story they were telling back at the village?” said Matsuzo. He didn't want to admit he had been impressed by the story. According to the villagers, the daughter of a former lord of the region had thrown herself into the castle moat and changed into a monstrous white serpent. From that time on, the White Serpent Ghost emerged from its resting place in the moat whenever a crisis threatened.

“Apparently a report is around that the ghost has been seen at the castle recently,” said Zenta.

Whether or not the report about the ghost was true, Matsuzo knew that the crisis was real enough. Lord Okudaira, the commander of the castle, had died a month ago and left his nine-year-old son as heir. These were troubled times. The control of such a strategic castle was of crucial importance. The nine-year-old boy would become the pawn of any unscrupulous man who seized power.

Already Zenta and Matsuzo had heard confusing rumors of a power struggle. According to one story, the chamberlain of the castle wished to make himself the legitimate successor of Lord Okudaira. To strengthen his position, he planned to force Lord Okudaira's daughter to marry him.

It was because of these rumors that the two men had come. They were
ronin
, unemployed samurai, going wherever there was promise of violence and confusion. In this struggle for the succession, they might find opportunities for work.

“What do you plan to do?” Matsuzo asked his companion. “Are we going to throw our support behind Lord Okudaira's young son?”

When Zenta didn't reply, Matsuzo said, “Surely you've decided? The boy is Lord Okudaira's only son and his official heir.”

“It's true that the boy is Lord Okudaira's official heir,” said Zenta. “But he is not the only son. He has an older brother.”

Matsuzo stopped in his tracks and turned to look at his companion. “What? If there is an older son, why isn't he the successor, then?”

“The older son is missing,” replied Zenta. “People around here haven't seen him for almost ten years.”

There was a long silence. The two men walked on. Finally Matsuzo said, “How do you happen to know so much about Lord Oku- daira's family?”

Zenta looked amused. “Since we were looking for work at the castle, I made it a point to learn as much as I could about the situation here. I'm surprised
you
didn't take the trouble to find out.”

Under Zenta's quizzical gaze Matsuzo grew confused. “I suppose I did hear something about it,” he muttered.

With a small shock he realized he knew nothing about his companion's family background. He had met Zenta a few months ago in a small village. The place was buzzing with talk about the five ronin who had routed a troop of bandits terrorizing the region. When Matsuzo saw Zenta, the leader of the five, he had been surprised to find him very spare of build, with no sign of any unusual strength. Matsuzo had been brought up on a diet of military romances, tales of heroism, and self-sacrifice. Seeing a chance to become the devoted follower of a great warrior, he approached Zenta and asked to be accepted as a pupil.

One by one, Zenta's other followers left, and Matsuzo soon discovered the reason why. A restlessness possessed Zenta like a disease. When they found well-paying work, he often decided to leave if he disliked the personality of his employer. On several occasions, they had to leave without pay, closely pursued by the fury of their recent master. The romantic tales failed to mention the unpleasant details in the life of a wandering ronin. Matsuzo learned to go for a week without a bath, to eat sweet potatoes when there was no money for rice.

But he stayed on with Zenta. Strangely, it was his love of the romantic tales that helped him to endure the hardships. If the famous hero Yoshitsune trudged many miles carrying luggage as a porter, then he could put up with a little discomfort, too.

As they walked, Matsuzo stole a glance at Zenta and saw that he showed no anxiety at all. Even with his clothes in tatters, the ronin didn't seem to care whether or not he would be hired at the castle. The only question was, would he accept Lord Okudaira's successor as his master?

The chamberlain could not possibly be an acceptable master, thought Matsuzo. The man was a usurper who was trying to gain his position by marrying his lord's daughter. The local people had been heard to mutter about the White Serpent Ghost whenever the chamberlain's marriage plan was mentioned, but when Matsuzo tried to question them about the connection, they would become evasive and refuse to meet his eye.

Only the superstitious villagers believed this ghost story, anyway, thought Matsuzo. He was much too intelligent to believe such nonsense. But he unconsciously quickened his steps, for night came very quickly in late October, and he felt an urge to reach the castle before it got dark.

The travelers now reached a thick grove of pine trees that formed a broad green belt around the castle. The trees served two purposes. They prevented the enemy from massing troops to attack the castle, and they screened the activities of the castle's defenders.

Once inside the shadows of the pine grove, Matsuzo felt the air grow cooler. There was a slight breeze which caused little rustling noises around them. Involuntarily he looked at his feet as he walked and occasionally peered at the underbrush.

Zenta's voice startled him. “Looking for the White Serpent Ghost? I heard the villagers say that the ghost is always accompanied by some eerie flute music. You'll get plenty of warning when it comes.”

“I was afraid of tripping over a tree root,” Matsuzo said sheepishly. He decided to distract himself by composing a little poetry. In the military romances, the heroes of old were always composing poetry. It was the mark of a true warrior to dash off a few elegant verses in the midst of danger.

 

     The stealthy sounds of . . .

 

That didn't sound right. He tried again.

 

     No birds sing

     In the smothering darkness . . .

 

No, no, that wouldn't do at all. He abandoned poetry when he saw that the pine forest was thinning out and more light was coming through the trees. Suddenly his heart jumped into his throat as he caught sight of something shiny and white. Then he realized that he was looking at a stretch of water reflecting a white wall. They had reached the outer moat of the castle.

Rising from the moat was a gray wall built of boulders cunningly fitted together. This stone base was surmounted by a white plastered wall containing little round windows. The holes looked like eyes, and the slate tiles on the roof of the wall resembled the scales of a reptile.

Slowly the two ronin crossed the bridge spanning the moat. They did not stop at the huge metal studded gate, which was opened only for persons of rank, but instead turned to a small side door. Zenta gave the door two hard thumps.

After what seemed like a long time, they heard sounds of people moving about. There was another long silence. Zenta raised his hand and thumped the door again, more loudly this time.