Tuesday, 20 May 2008

The festivities ended late in the night. The courtiers went their ways, the empress and the crown prince departed, all was quiet. The moon came out more brightly. ... The third door from the north was open. All was silent. Genji slipped across the gallery and up to the door of the main room and looked inside. Everyone seemed to be asleep.

"'What can compare with a misty moon of spring?'"

It was a sweet young voice, so delicate that its owner could be no ordinary serving woman.
She came (could he believe it?) to the door. Delighted, he caught at her sleeve.

"Who are you?" She was frightened.

"There is nothing to be afraid of.

"Late in the night we enjoy a Misty moon.

There is nothing misty about the bond between us.

Quickly and lightly he lifted her down to the gallery and slid the door closed.

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