I was very much impressed by his earnestness and emotion. I went out, holding him near my face in my hand and spoke to him tenderly. I felt it to be a solemn moment.
“Fiam, what are you going to do?”
“I have already told you that I love him.”
“Whom?”
“Prince Funato. And that I am ready to protect, to defend and save him even if it means my death.”
“And then?” I asked anxiously.
“Well, the time has come. I am going to save him.”
“But how?”
“I am going to set fire to the mine, and so make a way out for him and his soldiers. Go back to your tent and send this message: ‘To-morrow will be a day of victory.’ It is the last thing I shall tell you, my dear good foreign friend.”