“Oh, you will learn. Bow as you will, Masago. Komatzu will declare your mood has changed, and still insist that you are fair.”
Stooping in her posing, Masago stared a moment at the other.
“Perhaps already he has whispered words of love to you, then?” Her voice was sharply jealous.
“No, my cousin does not know me quite as yet. You will make him better acquainted with Princess Sado-ko.”
“Ah, that I will!”
She raised her long, slim arms from out the graceful sleeves. Her hands she clasped behind her head.
“Oh, what a glorious dream it is!” she said; then, in quick alarm, “A dream? Say that it is not all a dream.”
But Sado-ko sat staring quietly into the future. When she raised her eyes, they softly gleamed.
“A dream it is—a dream, and yet—Oh, Kuonnon, let us not awake!”
“Ah, how can you be so glad—you who are to stay here only Masago?”