As darkness fell he came to an abandoned temple. Wearily he dismounted. As he entered the temple, he heard a movement in the darkness. Instinctively drawing his sword, he called out, ”Who is there? Show yourself or I strike.” A figure rose from the shadows. “Green Willow!” And so it was. He sheathed his sword and held her close. How she had ever found him in that lonely spot, how she had arrived there before him-such thoughts he did not think. No. He had his Green Willow.
Tomotada could not leave Green Willow again. They set off along the roads together, little caring where those roads might lead. In time they came to a city where Tomotada’s lord was unknown. They married and, with the money and jewels Tomotada carried sewn into the lining of his robe, they built a house near a stream. “Someday.” he said, “I shall return to my lord and ask for his forgiveness. But not yet. No, I can not leave yet.”
Tomotada and Green Willow created a garden of many trees and flowers. Green Willow’s love of trees and of green, growing, things was as great as, if not greater than, Tomotada’s own. They planted cherry trees and peach trees, pines and firs. And such flowers! Great blossomed peonies and chrysanthemums and tall irises all grew in profusion. And by the stream, there were willows. Tomotada and Green Willow were happy.
As darkness fell he came to an abandoned temple. Wearily he dismounted. As he entered the temple, he heard a movement in the darkness. Instinctively drawing his sword, he called out, ”Who is there? Show yourself or I strike.” A figure rose from the shadows. “Green Willow!” And so it was. He sheathed his sword and held her close. How she had ever found him in that lonely spot, how she had arrived there before him-such thoughts he did not think. No. He had his Green Willow.Tomotada could not leave Green Willow again. They set off along the roads together, little caring where those roads might lead. In time they came to a city where Tomotada’s lord was unknown. They married and, with the money and jewels Tomotada carried sewn into the lining of his robe, they built a house near a stream. “Someday.” he said, “I shall return to my lord and ask for his forgiveness. But not yet. No, I can not leave yet.”Tomotada and Green Willow created a garden of many trees and flowers. Green Willow’s love of trees and of green, growing, things was as great as, if not greater than, Tomotada’s own. They planted cherry trees and peach trees, pines and firs. And such flowers! Great blossomed peonies and chrysanthemums and tall irises all grew in profusion. And by the stream, there were willows. Tomotada and Green Willow were happy.
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