“Oh, Sir Genji,” she cried out, throwing all caution to the winds, “I am in such dire trouble—such fearful, cruel trouble!”
“Why, my little lady?” The big samurai was on his feet, regarding her with amazed eyes.
“Yes, yes—I know it seems incredible to you that I should have trouble of any sort, but indeed it is so, and—”
“Aré moshi, moshi!” soothed the samurai, patting her hand reassuringly.
“You will be my very good friend, will you not, Sir Gen?”
“Friend! Command me to cut myself in half and I will do so at once!”
“Last night,” she whispered, “he—”
He nodded comprehendingly, certain that only one “he” could exist in my lady’s mind.
“—he escaped!” she gasped.
“Escaped?”