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Chiun stopped as if that was the end of the story.
"Well?" asked Remo.
"That is it," said Chiun. "Except for the poem."
"No, no. That can't be it," Remo said. "I know there must be more than that."
"If you insist upon my filling in every little blank spot..."
"I do," Remo said.
"The Koguryo quickly conquered all of Japan because the people who were there then had no ability at all to defend themselves and the Koguryo were warlike and fearsome and besides they had the Wa to advise them and that is that."
"A few questions," Remo said.
"Why must you always ask questions when a story is perfectly clear?"
"You're telling me that this Kukuru..."
"Koguryo," Chiun said.
"They conquered Japan?"
"Correct."
"How long did they stay there?" Remo asked.
"Very long."
"What happened to the real Japanese?" Remo asked.
"They were eliminated by the order of the Wa," Chiun said. "All died. All but a few who hid in the north of Japan and still hide there today. These are called the Ainu, and they are a large, white-haired, hairy people."
"So what you're telling me is that the Japanese emperors aren't descended from the sun goddess or whatever but from these Korean horseback riders."
Chiun nodded sadly.
"You mean that the Japanese that you're always abusing are really Koreans who came across on boats?"
"You might say that if you were unkind," Chiun said. His hazel eyes blazed.
Remo laughed. "You mean you're related to Japanese?"
Chiun turned his head away angrily.
"What happened to the Wa?" Remo asked.
"He became the counselor, protector and bodyguard of king and emperor alike. He had many children who followed in his footsteps and to them he taught the ways of the knife as the Master, who was not the Great Wang, had taught them so many years before."
"And you think the guy who knifed Pruiss is one of the Wa?" Remo asked.
Chiun nodded. "I had heard their services were on the market. In the building across the street, I saw where the assassin stood. It was a spot where your weight made the floorboards creak. But they did not creak under my weight. The assassin was no heavier than me. And below there were other clues. The distance he had chosen for his attack. The angle of the knife wound. Then we saw on the grass below how he dragged the bodies of men across the grass because he had not the physical strength to carry them. He is a Wa, and this makes it very dangerous."
"For who?" Remo asked.
"For you," said Chiun.
"Why for me?"
"You would not hear the poem. It answers all," Chiun said.
"All right, all right. The poem," Remo said.
Chiun nodded again, as if the recitation were his right "You will remember, I told you the Master visited a curse upon the surviving Wa. That is the poem."
"What is it?" asked Remo.
"The Master said... it does not translate very well."
"Just give me the outlines," Remo said.
"The Master said to the Last Wa:
Because I have trained you in this evil,
I must be punished for your misdeeds.
I punish myself by not allowing myself to come after you and kill you.
This is my penance.
But, hear you this, evil one.
Through the countless ages of time will my sons hunt your sons.
I give this duty to generations unborn.
Young Masters of Sinanju will search out the Wa and kill them whenever they find them.
That is my curse. And your destiny.
This did the Master tell the Wa."
Chiun looked at Remo. "You understand now why this is dangerous for you?"
"No," Remo said.
"You are really a lump of clay," Chiun said. "I am the reigning Master of Sinanju. The Master's curse prevents me from striking down the Wa. You alone must do it, without my help."