Then a fox vainly leaped among them, and Shibata stared hard past Yodogima—a head stood perched upon a faggot at her back.
Cannot you see them? Two—one on either side, reaching farther than Fuchu—Sakuma weeps: Katsutoya laughs—Yodogima!
Yes, father.
Do you not—help me?
I had thought to let—but some strange thing seems to possess us.
What is it, daughter?
Yodogima hesitated.
You have eyes? suggested he.
Her heart throbbed painfully.
You would not deny me? plead her father.