Onoto Watanna,
The Wooing of Wistaria
“ Three miles outside the city, Mori, moaning, struggled in the arms of Oguri.“All is lost! All is lost!” cried Mori, with heart-breaking bitterness.“Nay, my prince, my dear lord,” said Oguri, in a voice as tender and soft as a woman’s, “all is not lost. We were but a portion of our one clan of Choshui. Our southern allies, our friends, are only waiting to rally to thy aid. Moreover, we have achieved a great triumph over our enemies.” He lowered his voice. “Your highness, we have honorably captured the person of the Son of Heaven. ”
