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anew。 It was not the terror of her own private nightmare which reared up at her。 This was a new fright and she twisted； grabbing up a pillow from beside her where normally Nicholas would have been and； holding it tightly to her breast； squeezed it as if this gesture might bring him back to her arms； and the safety of America。
For Nicholas was on the other side of the Pacific and Justine was quite certain now： the fear she now felt was for him。 What was happening in Japan？ What was he doing at this moment？ And what danger was amassing itself against him？
In a moment she lunged for the phone； a little cry filling the silence of the room。
〃Ladies and gentlemen； we are beginning our descent into Narita Airport。 Please make sure your seat back is in the upright position and that your tray table is closed and secured。 All hand luggage must be stowed under the seat in front of you。 Wele to Tokyo； Japan。〃
While the unseen flight attendant repeated her short speech in Japanese； Nicholas Linnear opened his eyes。 He had been dreaming of Justine； thinking of yesterday； when they had driven out of the city to get away； as they often did； from the pressurized life they led within the steel and smoked glass canyons of Manhattan。 Outside their house in West Bay Bridge they had doffed shoes and socks and despite the early spring chill loped across the white sand。
Running down to the sea after her； the cerulean waves cutting off her feet and ankles in violent foam。 Catching up with her； long； dark hair in his face as he turned her around； linking them； a softly feathered wing ing down at the close of night。 His hard burnished arm around her； pulling her to him； the feel of her like liquid against flesh heated by the sun and more。
Whisper of the salt wind； 〃Oh； Nick； I don't think I've ever been happy before； not ever。 Because of you I have no more sadness in me。〃
She was voicing the knowledge that he had saved her from the many demons that life held in its fisted claw； not the least of which was her own masochistic self； an ego robbed…so she said…by the domineering specter of her father。
She put her head on his shoulder； kissing the side of his neck。 〃I wish you didn't have to go。 I wish we could be here in the surf together forever。〃
〃We'd turn blue。〃 He laughed； not wanting to catch her abruptly melancholy mood。 He felt his love for her like a gently purling river in the night； hidden from sight yet present nonetheless。 〃Anyway； don't you think it's better that we're both so busy before the wedding？ No time to get cold feet and back out。〃 He was joking again but she lifted her head and he stared into her extraordinary eyes； highly intelligent yet possessing an odd kind of naivete he had found so alluring when he had first met her。 He still did。 He watched the several crimson motes floating like a hint of her soul in the midst of her left iris。 Her eyes were hazel； that day more green than brown； and he found himself feeling grateful mat the harrowing events of the past year had not altered the essence of her。 For through those eyes he could still see her heart。
〃Do you ever dream of it？〃 he asked。 〃Do you ever find yourself back in the house with the dai…katana in your hands； with Saigo in your mind？〃
〃You took all that he did…the strange kind of hypnosis… away；〃 she said。 〃That's what you told me。〃
He nodded。 〃That's what I did。〃
〃Well then。〃 She took his hand and led him from the chilly curling wavelets up above the high…tide mark； strewn with the dark wrack of sea grape and odd bits of ashy wood； as perfectly smooth as stones。 She turned her face up toward the sun。 〃I'm glad winter's over； I'm happy to be out here again with everything returning to life。〃
〃Justine；〃 he said seriously； 〃I just wanted to know whether there had been any…〃 He broke off； searching for an English equivalent to the Japanese thought。 〃Any echoes of the incident。
After all； Saigo programmed you to kill me with my own sword。 You never speak of it。〃
〃Why should I？〃 The light turned her eyes dark； concealing all their delicate colors。 〃There's nothing to say。〃
There was silence for a time； and they were engulfed by the rhythmic suck and pull of the sea along whose edge they had begun to walk again。 Near the flat horizon a trawler hung as if suspended in a gulf of piercing blue。
She was looking out there； as if the ocean's expanse contained within it her future。 〃I've always known that life isn't safe。 But up until the time I met you； I had no reason to care one way or another。 It's no secret that I was once as self…destructive as my sister is。〃 Her eyes broke away from the glitter of the horizon。 She stared down at her laced fingers。 〃I wish to God it had never happened。 But； oh； it did。 He got hold of me。 It's like when I had chicken pox as a kid。 It was so bad I almost died； it left scars。 But I survived。 I'll survive now。〃 Her head lifted。 〃I must survive； you see； because there's us to think about。〃
Nicholas had stared into her eyes。 Was she keeping something from him？ He could not say； and he did not know why it should worry him。
She laughed suddenly； her face being that of a college girl； innocent and carefree； the light dusting of freckles over her creamy skin catching the warming sunlight。 She had a pure laugh； untainted by sarcasm or cynicism。 There were no danger signs in it as there were in many people。
〃I won't have you here beside me tomorrow；〃 she said； 〃so let's make the most of today。〃 She kissed him tenderly。 〃Is that very Oriental？〃
He laughed。 〃I think it is； yes。〃
Her long artist's fingers traced the line of his jaw； pausing at last to touch the tender flesh of his lips。 〃You're more dear to me than I thought anyone could ever be。〃
〃Justine…〃
〃If you'd travel to the ends of the earth I'd find you again。 That sounds like the unrealistic statement of a little girl； but I mean it。〃
To his astonishment； he saw that she did。 And he saw in her eyes at that moment something he had never seen there before。 He recognized the determination of the samurai woman that he had encountered years ago in his mother and aunt。 It was a peculiar bination of fierceness and loyalty that he thought nearly impossible for the Occidental spirit to attain。 He was warmed by how proud of her he felt。
He smiled。 〃I'll only be gone for a short time。 Hopefully no more than a month。 I'll make sure you don't have to e after me。〃
Her face had turned serious。 〃It's no joke； Nick。 Japan is at the ends of the earth； as far as I'm concerned。 That country's terribly alien。 Anywhere in Europe I may be somewhat of a foreigner but still and all I can trace my roots back there。 There's at least some feeling of belonging。 Japan's as opaque as a stone。 It frightens me。〃
〃I'm half Oriental；〃 he said lightly。 〃Do I frighten you？〃
〃I think； yes； at times you used to。 But not so much now。〃 Her arms slid around him。 〃Oh； Nick； everything would be perfect if only you weren't going。〃
He held her tightly； wordlessly。 He wanted to say that he'd never let her go but that would have been a lie because in less than twenty…four hours he would do just that as he boarded the plane bound for Tokyo。 Too； his Eastern side…a