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170 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1986
The humiliation and anxiety of a traitor does not simply evaporate. The relentless gaze of their martyred comrades and the missionaries who had guided them continued to torment them from afar. No matter how diligently they tried, they could not be rid of those accusing eyes. Their prayers are therefore unlike the awkwardly translated Catholic invocations of the present day; rather they are filled with faltering expressions of grief and phrases imploring forgiveness. These prayers, uttered from the stammering mouths of illiterate kakure, all sprang from the midst of their humiliation. (128-9)
The realization that Mouse had been in such a place filled the man with wonderment. And if, in fact, Mouse had died for a friend – for love – then that was not a tale from the long-gone days of the Edo period, but an incident that commanded a place in the man’s own heart. Who or what had effected such a change in Mouse? Who or what had carried Mouse to such a distant point? (68)
They had arrived at the spot where they would be injected into her body. As far as they could see the area was thickly overgrown with appeared to be reeds withered by the cold of winter; this was in fact the down growth of hair on the surface of her skin. Although he had already participated in twenty intravenous operations, on this occasion Bontarō was deeply moved. Ah, so this is Sayuri’s skin! (87)