Epilogue—On the GroundAll of the inhabitants of the Full Moon shuffled to their rest, the corydalis still thickening the blood in their veins.
We turned our backs on the covered body of Fuyudori. Several of us made our way back to the great hall. Some to the dormitories.
Nobody went to the Retreat.
I couldn’t stand to go anywhere where there were others. The chill of what had happened made me shiver even more than the biting cold of the winter night. I couldn’t think of sleeping—of dreaming.
I shuffled and shivered my way toward the bathhouse, which had always been a warm, cheerful place for me, in spite of the hard work that Emi, Toumi and I did there. And it was untainted by any memory of Fuyudori the kitsune. Fuyudori the kunoichi. Fuyudori the would-be assassin.
When I slipped out
