text: "We were terribly worried!" Okiku said as she greeted Rosamund. "Where have you been?"
  
  Rosamund smiled and said nothing. Okiku shook her head in despair. Her foreign friend sometimes had these moods. Willful and headstrong, she was unwilling or unable to explain them to anyone.
  
  Rosamund went into the house. The villagers had provided them with food, and she ate ravenously. Satsuki was sitting on the veranda, admiring the view when she finished. Okiku had gone off to tell the men Rosamund had been found. Without a word Rosamund took out a small folded kerchief from the bosom of her robe. She placed it on the floor before her, then unwrapped it and pushed it forward to Satsuki. On the white kerchief rested a bunch of short, dark pubic hairs tied together by a longer strand of head hair. Through the bundle was stuck one of Rosamund's elaborate hairpins.
  
  Satsuki touched the bundle with her fingertips, then looked at Rosamund's face.
  
  "Thank you," she said, and turned again to watch the view. There were faint smiles on both women's lips.