Part 1, The Samurai & The Geisha
I had visited the great market at Hosoi Ichiba many times over the pasts years. I never travelled alone but often I travelled by foot. To travel by foot, for safety sake it is wise to travel in a group. And if you planned to return home the same day, it was necessary to leave very early in the morning and then return in the early afternoon in order to beat the nightfall, especially in Winter. You may ask why I would have ever taken such risks, but once you see the great market you’ll understand.
It had been many months since my last visit. In fact, Takamatsu, my husband and I had come here only once together since our marriage, and there was something about that visit which left him with a desire to return. I have learned that he does not always reveal what he is considering until he is ready.
So it was that Taka arranged for a carriage for our journey to Hosoi. His intention was for us to not only shop and enjoy the entertainments, but also to find a place for us to spend the night. For me, this would be a trip wrapped in great luxury. And Taka noted that I smiled for the entire journey.
My honorable husband and I spent time shopping at the markets of Hosoi Ichiba, where the quality of the merchandise is unsurpassed.
Upon leaving the great market, we stopped just outside on the covered bridge. The moon was rising in the evening sky and my husband touched me with his powerful, but gentle hands. My heart opened to his. Time dissolved around us.
In time we travelled to the little fishing village I had visited so many times before, but this time I was with my the man I love and it was as tho I had never been here before.
Our journey took us to just outside the great castle where we stopped for a moment in the fading light. Ahead we could see the dojo and I could sense that my husband was feeling the call of his warrior spirit.
We turned away from the castle and continued along the less travelled road. Along the way we entered the fields of a large rice farm. The night sky was filling with stars and we stopped for some time and absorbed the night air and quiet of the countryside.
As the night closed in on us, we finally made our way to the town. It was inviting and my husband was in the mood for some refreshment.
In the town we found a saki tavern, but the proprietor was not in. So I prepared some soup and saki for my husband and myself and we enjoyed our refreshment, altho my honorable husband enjoyed his saki a little too much I’m afraid. However, his merriment was most enjoyable after such a long day.
After our refreshment, we found shelter for the night. I could tell that Takamatsu-san had a powerful experience as we approached the dojo outside the castle of the region’s warlord. Before we laid down to rest, he hinted to me that there were men he’d want to talk to at the castle, but would say no more.
We travelled far from our home in Nishijima and I miss our home and our garden, but it is a wonderful night and I haven’t seen my husband so full of a sense of adventure.
by Yordie, wife of Takamatsu Soke
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