“Then, my lady, be comforted. Mayhap I shall find a solution to all our troubles.”
Arising, gently she took her arms from about her aunt to hasten into the adjoining chamber. Her voice addressing the Madame Mume came to the Lady Evening Glory.
“Tell my honorable father,” she said, “that I beg for just one minute of his honorable time.”
When she returned to her aunt her face had a wan little smile of hope on it. The samurai Shimadzu followed her into the room. Wistaria prostrated herself before him with the utmost humility.
“You have asked for an audience, my lady. Speak quickly, for I have work to do ere long.”
“Honored parent,” said Wistaria, with her eyes upon his, “I have thought much upon what thou wert pleased to tell me last night.”
“Indeed.”
“And, my father, the more I have thought of the matter the greater have the wrongs of my father and mine, those of our house, appeared to me to be.”
“Thou speakest now,” said the samurai, quietly, “as becomes an honorable daughter.”
“Oh, my father, so deeply do I feel the wrongs of our house that I have felt that even the very death of this young prince would not be a sufficient vengeance.”