For the first time since I began my pilgrimage I saw the sister of my heart. She recognised me, of course. She would have made a fine Falcon. We held to honour, and did not acknowledge our history together. I wanted to speak with her, to shoot, and drum. But I am no longer Michio the archer, her someday brother-in-law. I am Masashige the cavalryman, and Masashige is just a ronin soldier.
In this life, timing is everything. I received acceptance of my request to undertake this pilgrimage just after the Crane informed me they had found a bride acceptable to them. Daidoji Hiramori Miho, Kojou’s younger sister We have never met, and now are unlikely to until my current journey is complete.