Raiko and the Shi-Ten Doji

QUITE PATHLESS were the desolate mountains of Tango, for no one ever went into them except once in a while a poor woodcutter or charcoal-burner; yet Raiko and his men set out with stout hearts. There were no bridges over the streams, and frightful precipices abounded. Once they had to stop and build a bridge by felling a tree, and walking across it over a dangerous chasm. Once they came to a steep rock, to descend which they must make a ladder of creeping vines. At last they reached a dense grove at the top of a cliff, far up to the clouds, which seemed as if it might contain the demon’s castle.

Approaching, they found a pretty maiden washing some clothes which had spots of blood on them. They said to her, “Sister, Miss, why are you here, and what are you doing?”

“Ah,” said she, with a deep sigh, “you must not come here. This is the haunt of demons. They eat human flesh and they will eat yours.” “Look there” said she pointing to a pile of white bones of men, women and children, “You must go down the mountain as quickly as you came.” Saying this she burst into tears.

But instead of being frightened or sorrowful, the brave fellows nearly danced for joy. “We have come here for the purpose of destroying the demons by the mikado’s orders,” said Raiko, patting his breast, where inside his dress in the damask bag was the imperial order.

At this the maiden dried her tears and smiled so sweetly that Raiko’s heart was touched by her beauty.

“But how came you to live among these cannibal demons,” asked Raiko.

She blushed deeply as she replied sadly “Although they eat men and old women, they keep the young maidens to wait on them.”

“It’s a great pity” said Raiko, “but we shall now avenge our fellow subjects of the mikado, as well as your shame and cruel treatment, if you will show us the way up the cliff to the den.”

They began to climb the hill but they had not gone far before they met a young oni who was a cook in the great dōji’s kitchen. He was carrying a human limb for his master’s lunch. They gnashed their teeth silently, and clutched their swords under their coats. Yet they courteously saluted the cook-demon, and asked for an interview with the chief. The demon smiled in his sleeve, thinking what a fine dinner his master would make of the four men.