The eta boy staggers to his feet, nodding furiously. "Hai, sama, hai. This way."<br/><br/>It takes you about 5 or 6 minutes to pass through the city, the best pace the boy can manage. Few peasents would be willing to get in the way of a group of samurai who obviously wish to be somewhere else in a hurry.<br/><br/>You pass through a gate, and across a bridge, into the eta village itself. From what little you glance at it, it seems much the same as any peasent village, the inhabitants falling to their knees as you pass. At the north end of the village you see a largish structure, which would appear to be the crematorium. The loor lies ajar, almost broken from its frame, ans smoke curls lazily into the darkening sky. From inside come shouts and screams.