It must have been the dead man. I saw him yesterday about nood. I was going toward Yamashina from the barrier at Mount Osaka when he passed in the opposite direction. The woman with him was on horseback, with a veil over her face. She wore a lilac cloak of some kind, but that's all I can say about her. The horse was a chesnut with a clipped mane. How large? I'm only a priest, I can hardly estimate the size of a horse. The man had… No, a sword. And a bow and arrows. I clearly remember a laqured quiver with more than twenty arrows. They were primed, too.
I never imagined he would meet such a fate. Life in its brevity is well likened to a dewdrop. Or a flash of lightning even. I pity him more than I can say.