What makes you think you have a missionary task here?
God’s task is here and everywhere.
Does it include what happened at your house last Friday night?
There was a meeting for religious instruction.
And the Friday night before that?
Yes.
The Friday night six months ago?
Yes.
How does it include all those Friday nights?
Because the meetings for religious instruction are always held on Friday evenings.
Night I said, not evening. What do you do with these young boys after you have finished your religious instructions early in the evening?
Sometimes we have a discussion on some topic.
What?
Generally some aspect of No drama.
Does one or the other of you act out a part?
We may.
Why?
To illustrate a point we are trying to make.
Do you dress up?
We may.
Why?
Because No cannot be performed without the proper costumes.
Do you wear masks?
They are part of the costumes.
Do you dance?
In some No plays there are dances.
Do you wear the dragon costume?
If that is a scene we are illustrating.
Not we, you. Do you wear the dragon costume?
If that is a scene I am illustrating.
And who wears the princess costume?
Whoever is illustrating that part.
Always one of the boys?
Not necessarily.
All right, you and the princess are doing your dance. What are the other boys doing at that moment?
They play the part of the chorus and the musicians.
You mean they sit around the room and watch? They make comments? They hum and make some private music of their own?
They sing the verses of the chorus and play the instruments that accompany the drama.
Playing their instruments, are they?
The drum and the flute.
What happens after you finish dancing?
We have refreshments and they go home.
Always?
Yes.
But sometimes it is very late?
It may be.
Dawn?
If the No play is a long one.
A long one, hissed the General, leaning forward over the desk. He rested his chin in his hands and stared at Father Lamereaux.
You are an expert on No?
I have studied it.
You are one of the leading Western experts on No?
I may be.
Then you understand Japanese tradition and you know a Japanese warrior will not allow corruption in his country.
Religious instruction does not corrupt.
And what do you do with one boy while other boys watch?
No drama does not corrupt.
But you corrupt.
If there is anything corrupting Japan today it is the army. It is you and men like you.
Be careful, you know nothing about politics. You are not in this country to advise us on politics. If you were you would be expelled.
I know I love this country, and what you’re doing to it is detestable.
We are on good terms with the West. Of course we wish that to continue.
Yes.
So there is no question of a missionary being expelled.
No.
You may remain here as long as you have the sanction of your church.
Yes.
You are naturally free to carry on your religious work.
Yes.
Including religious instruction to young boys.
Yes.
Naturally in the privacy of your home as well.
Yes.
But I am concerned about the fathers of the boys who attend your Friday night meetings. Their sons may be enjoying themselves but their fathers may not be. Is it possible they’re in jobs that don’t suit them? Perhaps we should release them from their jobs so they can be free to pursue their interests, just as you are free to pursue yours. Of course it is difficult to find work today because of what Western capitalism has done to my country. The fathers might not be able to find other jobs, but then, they could always go into the army.
And be sent to China?
We will not allow the West to do to us what they have done to China. We will achieve the kind of strength the West appreciates, and at the same time we will save China with our strength. We are of the same race as the Chinese. We understand them whereas Westerners don’t.
How could they when they’re foreign devils?
You are knowledgeable in No, that means you know that devils exist. Evil exists. Do you know it?
I do.
I am sure you do. And would you deny that evil exists in the West? In Westerners? In yourself?
I would agree it moves in the wind although its domain is a minor one.
Good, you agree. Now what I would like you to consider is what Western avarice has done to China, which it will not be allowed to do to Japan. Or consider a more immediate problem, consider the difficulty of finding jobs in Japan because of the collapse of Western capitalism. Consider the fathers of the boys who attend your Friday night dances. You must care a great deal for those boys and you love our country, we know that. It would be unfortunate if these men could not find work and their families had to suffer as a result. Reflect upon this situation for a moment.
The General stared at Father Lamereaux and a completely unexpected interchange began.
The priest was still slumped uncomfortably in the small, low chair. The General was still seated behind his massive desk with his chin resting in his hands. Now the General leaned forward and closed his left eye as if to multiply the acuity of his other eye, to increase his vision by narrowing it. The one open eye, round and unfathomable, stared at Father Lamereaux without blinking.
A minute went by. Father Lamereaux didn’t move. He was staring back also without blinking.
Two minutes went by.
A full five minutes according to the ticks of the clock on the wall.
Father Lamereaux kept a large collection of cats in his house. Sometimes to amuse himself he practiced outstar-ing the cats. Early in life he had discovered he had an unusual talent for concentration, so acute he could perform extraordinary feats of memorization. He could shuffle rapidly through a pack of cards once, and repeat the exact location of every card in the deck. He could memorize a list of random three-digit numbers, up to one hundred of them, in the time it took someone to read them off. He could enter a reading room in a public library, walk once around the room at a normal pace, and immediately upon exit give the title and author of every volume in the room.
Later, when he found his vocation, this talent was made impregnable by the rigors of Jesuitical training. Nothing he had seen or heard was ever lost to him. A cat could stare at him for fifteen minutes or more but eventually it had to turn away, its dumb mind no match for the severity of his intellectual discipline.
Yet he met his match that morning in General Kikuchi’s office. He met his match and lost a contest of intellect and will for the first time in his life.
The break came after fifty-nine minutes of silent staring, fifty-nine minutes during which time neither man moved, neither man blinked. At the end of that agonizing period Father Lamereaux could no longer bear it. He knew he was beaten. As the clock struck the hour he blinked. He sighed and looked out the window.
All right, he said.
The General stirred. He opened his other eye.
What did you say?
I said all right. I’ll stop holding my Friday night meetings.
It seems the wise thing to do, said the General. One might call it the safer course of action considering who you really are and what you are really doing.
Is that all then?
Yes.
Father Lamereaux climbed out of the small, low chair.
Somehow he managed to do it gracefully, not giving the General the pleasure of seeing how stiff he was. He rose to his full height and glared down at the tiny man behind the desk.
You are inhuman, a worm, not a man but a devil. I answer to God for my actions, but you answer to the wind of evil that has captured your soul. I pity the despicable companions of your spirit. May this country be delivered someday from its demons.