And why?
The princess did not stop to inquire; she knew only that she had suffered perhaps at their expense or for their betterment, and the very heavens above seemed bereft—earth had done its worst, the humanities failed, all their Gods and Buddhas and Christs promised relief only in death—save a certain star, that seemed the brighter in its loneliness: ideality proffered life.
Thereafter Hideyoshi summoned Ieyasu to the top of a certain hill overlooking the fortress, the city, and the country around.
You perceive, suggested the former, that the Kwanto is mine.
Y-e-s, stuttered Ieyasu, his mind far distant.
You know that I am master, hereabouts, I take it?
Yes.
Then I shall give you these provinces, in consideration of—your services.
What luck!
Where will you live? inquired Hideyoshi, still more suggestively.