A hot both took the chill from his bones. Dressed in dry clothes , Tomatada sat down to a steaming meal prepared by the old man's wife. The door opened and cold ,wet wind blew in.
"My daughter," said figure remove the wet cloak. Tomatadas heart skipped. The girl was beautiful , graceful as her namesake,the willow.Tomatada forgot his dinner.He forgot his mission. He could think only of Green Willow.
Late into the night Tomatada sat and talked with the old couple and with Green Willow.
Green Willow's voice seemed as soft and sweet as the rustling of willow leaves to Tomatada.
The turn of her neck,the lifting of her hands and arms were as graceful,as beautiful to him as the swaying of a young willow in a spring breeze.
At last Tomotada lay down to sleep.