text: "We shall have to kill him!" The girl's voice was harsh and strained.
  
  The other one nodded in agreement but voiced an objection: "We will need to plan it well. I think he is staying at the Matsubaya Inn..."
  
  "Tonight. He came with the sumo wrestler. That should be easy to find. Those big men attract plenty of attention."
  
  "And rightly so," the other giggled. "He's a fine figure of a man."
  
  "The samurai! He killed our master!"
  
  "No, of course not. The other—the wrestler. I'd love to have him inside me. We haven't had a decent man for months."
  
  "For several months. Ever since our Lord died." There were tears in the girl's eyes and a catch in her voice.
  
  "Ever since he was killed," the other spat harshly. "Well, tonight his shade will rest well!"