“It is a pretty tale,” said Masago, thoughtfully, “but I should fear to lose the bird.”
She arose and began once more to survey the long folds of her silken gown.
Sado-ko looked at her in silence, an expression of wistfulness about her eyes.
“It must be late,” said Masago. “The fog is thick without. Should I not go now?”
Silently the princess arose.
“You are eager to try the new life,” she said, smiling sadly, then sighing.
“Yes, I am eager,” said Masago. “Who would not be?”
“Oka, the guide, is without, Masago. He is safe, is he not?”
“Oh, surely.”
“Then there will be no peril in your return to Aoyama?”