To this Il-han had not replied except to say, “You echo your brother’s complaints.”
Father and son were silent then for a long moment. It was the sorrow of this household that none knew where the elder son had gone, or even whether he had been killed as so many young men were killed when the invaders came. Even were he dying he must continue in exile, for the invaders knew the name of every man who had opposed them. During the war with China the Japanese had marched into Korea on the way, and when they were victorious, Russia, fearful lest Japan hold the country, had sent in her own armies to contend. Japan had trebled her forces only to declare war next against Russia, and this war she won, too, to the admiration of the western powers, and especially of the United States, whose citizens applauded the doughty small nation who dared to fight the Russian giant. In their approbation, the Americans forgot their treaty of protection, wherein they had promised to help Korea to freedom, for in that treaty the Americans had promised that if any country dealt with Korea unjustly or oppressively, their government would “bring about an amicable arrangement.”
Such watery words were meaningless, Il-han had so told the King at the time and it was proved. For the King, in despair when the invaders came, appealed to the Americans and one good American, Homer Hulbert, who was head of the government school in Seoul, himself went to Washington to plead for the Koreans, whom, though a foreigner, he had learned to love. But the President, one Theodore Roosevelt, would not receive him, and his Secretary of State merely brought the message that the United States would not intervene in Korea. And later that same President openly made this declaration:
“Korea is absolutely Japan’s.”
Yet by treaty it had been solemnly covenanted that Korea should remain independent. Alas, Korea was helpless and Japan maintained that it was her own duty to her own children and children’s children to override the treaty, and so Japan formally annexed the country. And the first Japanese Governor-General, when he came to rule the Koreans, tore up the treaty and threw the scattered bits of paper into the air.
“Yet we are civilized,” he declared, and in proof he did not behead the King or his feeble son. Instead he gave them an annuity, and the two lived on in the palace.
Today, remembering the unanswered question, Il-han looked at his son half quizzically.
“It may please you,” he said, “to know that yesterday the Japanese tax gatherers came here to collect tax from me.”
The young man’s face showed concern. “Did you have the money, Father?”
“No,” Il-han said calmly. “Nowadays I have no money.”
“So?”
“I gave them a deed to the big field at the north of the village.”
Yul-han looked grave. “You must reckon on regular taxes, Father, land or no land. And we must admit that the money is being well used. The streets are much improved — you would not know the city now. We are not sunk in mud when it rains, the streets are no longer drains and dumping places, and roads are being made in the country connecting the villages. Even the side paths are being improved, and trees are planted.”
“I do not intend to travel,” Il-han replied, “so why should I pay for roads? I say again I have no money.”
“At any rate, money will be worth more, whenever you have it,” Yul-han urged. “The currency reform—”
“I beg you will not speak to me of such reforms,” Il-han said coldly. “I had rather live with muddy roads and ill-spent taxes and all the old evils than live as we now do, crushed under the oppression of the invader, who is stealing lands from our people—”
“Not stealing, exactly,” Yul-han said.
“I call it stealing when I give up my land under compulsion.”
“Could you not borrow?” Yul-han suggested.
“No,” Il-han said strongly. “I will not step into that pitfall. You know how our people are. They are always ready to borrow money; even when they do not need it they will accept an offered loan, with no thought of how it is to be paid. Then, when it must be paid, they lose their land.”
“Yet this is the old way of the yangban,” Yul-han retorted. “Can you deny that our own ancestors did so procure our land? How else could we inherit so much?”
Since he could not deny, Il-han could only be angry. “At least our ancestors were our own yangban nobility and not dwarfs from foreign islands!”
“Stop!”
Yul-han looked left and right as he spoke. He leaned forward. “Father, you think me a traitor. I am no traitor. I — we — my friends and I — when the present rulers have made the reforms we need, some day we will take our country back again. We must use them now — use these men, learn from them how to run a modern nation — and when we have learned …”
Father and son stared into each other’s eyes, but before either could speak Sunia came into the room, carrying a tray with two bowls of steaming rice gruel. She set it down on the table between them.
“Have you told your father?” she inquired of Yul-han.
“No, we have spoken first of other matters.”
“What else is there to speak of?” she retorted. She stood up, wiping her hands on her apron. “Il-han, he is ready to be married now, this son of ours! At last he is ready to be married.”
Here was Sunia’s complaint in these times. The Japanese Governor-General had commanded that the early marriages common to the Korean people must be delayed. Early marriages, he declared, made weak children. Therefore Yul-han had steadfastly refused to be married.
“What,” Sunia had cried, when he first refused, “are we to have no grandchildren? Am I to have no daughter-in-law to help me in the house? And who will care for you, pray, when you yourself are old?”
“Mother,” Yul-han had replied with his usual patience. “Your grandchildren will be the stronger and better for not being born of parents too young.”
“You have an answer for everything now, you young men,” Sunia had said bitterly.
“He is ready to be married at last,” she repeated now. “Yet who will have him at his age? Twenty-nine! We should already have grandsons ten years old. Indeed we should be thinking of great-grandsons.”
Neither man spoke. They exchanged glances in mutual male comprehension. Why was it that women could think only of giving birth to children and more children, their whole concern intent upon their one creative function? Even Sunia!
She stooped to pull a floor cushion nearer.
“Eat, you two! While you eat I will talk. Now whom shall we find for this son? I have in mind—”
Yul-han had taken up his chopsticks but he put them down again.
“Mother, you need not busy yourself. I have found the woman I want for my wife.”
Sunia let her jaw drop. “You,” she exclaimed. “How can you—”
“I can, Mother,” Yul-han said in his pleasant way. “And you will like her. She is a teacher too, but in the girls’ school.”
“I will not like her,” Sunia declared. “A teacher! What I wish is a good daughter-in-law here in this house. How can I take care of your children if you live in the city?”
Yul-han laughed. “What haste! I am not married yet. And perhaps she will not have me. I have not spoken to her.”
This only brought fresh indignation for Sunia. “How dare she not have my son! Where does she live?” she cried. “What is her name? I will see to it.”
“She lives in the capital,” Yul-han said. “Her family name is Choi. Her name is—”