Shichiroyemon galloped up with the speed of lightning, the horse’s mane touched the railing of the gallery, but before the girl could act was far out of her reach.
With an exclamation of dismay she stood looking after him.
“What is the matter with you, Katsuno?” said Lady Saitō, displeased at the want of manners in her favourite maid.
Recalled to herself the girl forced a laugh but replied readily enough:—
“Forgive my rudeness, my lady! In my admiration of the heroic sport I forgot myself.”
“You are indeed fond of archery!”
“Yes, my lady, there is nothing I like so well.”
“A strange taste for a girl!” said her mistress looking curiously at her. “But the excitement is too much for you; you are pale and your eyes are bloodshot. Have you a headache?”
“No, your ladyship, but I did not sleep last night.”
“Are you not well?”