A humble Japanese mountaineer one chill evening long ago was sitting close to his stove when there came a knock on the worn brown door of his hut. Opening, he beheld standing before him his Emperor, the Son of Heaven, shivering with a blue-nosed retinue. The Emperor was lost in the mountains. No food had been in the royal stomach for some time. So honored was the mountaineer by the visit, so solicitous was he for his Emperor's health that he set out an unusually large dish of his best seaweed jelly. When the meal was over the humble man, in...
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