"Whom do you love, then?" asked Fide-Yori.
"Oh, Master!" said the Prince, covering his eyes with his hand, "do not ask me."
"It is so sweet to talk of the loved one! See! since I made you my confidant, my trouble has diminished by half."
"I am condemned to silence."
"Even to me? Is it thus you love me? I regret that I opened my heart to you."
"If I should confess the object of my love, you would shun the subject forever."
"Is it my mother?"
"No," said Nagato, smiling.
"Who is it? Tell me, I beseech you!"
"The Kisaki."