“Y-yes—I will cease to weep,” she whispered, brokenly. “I—I will do so.”
“That is right.”
“And you will not let them harm him, will you, Gen?”
“No! I swear by my sword I will not!”
“You are so good and strong, Gen!”
Placing his hands upon her shoulders he held her back, then gently wiped the tears from her face.
“Hah!” he cried. “Now she is once again the brave girl. That is right. She is the daughter of a samurai, and cannot weep for long.”
She tried to smile through her tears, but it was a very pitiful little smile which struggled through the mist.
“Now,” said he, “tell me everything.”
“Do you not know all?” she asked.