text: Momoe slipped out of the temple grounds and paused only to secure her clothes around her. A moment later she was grateful she had done so. A rough hand descended on her arm and she spun around in a panic only to throw herself gratefully into Saburo's arms.
  
  "Were you caught?" she asked. "Are you all right?" She ran trembling hands over his dear face to reassure herself.
  
  "I was caught," he said, forebearing to add details. He knew little about women, but telling the tale of his captivity would probably not go well with an innocent girl like Momoe. He mentally reviewed the past few hours and decided that some of the things were worth remembering. He would introduce Momoe to them in due time, her essential innocence would recoil from performing some of the things Haruko's actions had kindled in his mind. "Are you all right? They didn't harm you, did they?"
  
  Momoe smiled through her tears, her arms tight around him. "No. They were rough but kind. I managed to escape." She decided against telling him the details of the night. Or, for that matter, the previous week. For all that he had managed to pry open her virginity, he was essentially a straightforward and simple man, and the desires and appetites that had awakened in herself would have to wait until she could educate him to her taste.
  
  "Should we go to the magistrate's?" she asked anxiously.
  
  "No." He shook his head decisively. "The magistrate means nothing but trouble for us common people. We have survived. That is enough. Let us go home and tell your parents we are married."
  
  She smiled shyly up at him as they hurried through the brightening streets of Miyako.