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THE OATH OF THE SWORD
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Then she heard the sound of calling voices in the garden and knew that the fishermen had been saved. Hisa drew her kimona close about her and stepped out. A familiar group stood bent over a strange, giant man.
When Hisa stepped close and saw his great limbs lax from the crushing grip of the sea and the untroubled look on his still face, a deep pity welled up within her, and she took courage to order the fishermen to carry the strange man into her house.
With the coming of his strength she led him into the garden, where cherry-blossom and wild plum scattered their wanton petals.
He was so big, so beautiful, so grateful, and his kiss was a strange, glowing thing that shot a film of ecstasy and forgetfulness across her eyes.
In the summer they were married, in Japanese fashion, the maid kneeling before her lord and husband and giving him the betrothal cup of per
THE COLLEGE GIRLS TRY TO LIONIZE MASAO
There she laid him on soft, padded f onions, busying herself in brewing the strongest and best of tea.
In a while his eyes opened, and their startled blue held the look of the storm-torn sea. But she held a cup of steaming tea to his lips, and he drank freely and gratefully.
After that, life came back quickly to the stranger, and he lay for hours staring at the ceiling, until Hisa came in to tend the fire in the hibachi and to brew him tea and life-giving broth.
It was then that he would turn toward her, shutting the door of his mind against the woman at home, and his deep eyes would warm in welcome.
fumed tea, which he, in turn, filled and passed to her.
Summer came, with its purple iris, and fall, with its riot of golden-red trees, and Hisa gloried in the love of her husband.
With the coming spring a great secret she would disclose to him, a something that set the love-mist to dancing in her eyes.
They led him in before her as she lay on fresh-rimmed mats, with billowy foutons, and in her arms was housed a new-born baby.
"Is he not like his honorable father?" she asked proudly, and