10

Yu~giri stayed at his father's side all through the period of mourning. Genuinely concerned, he did what he could for the desperately grieving Genji. A high wind came up one evening, and he remembered with a new onset of sorrow an evening of high winds long before. He had seen her so briefly, and at her death that brief glimpse had been like a dream. Invoking the name of Lord Amita~bha, he sought to drive away these almost unbearable memories—and to let his tears lose themselves among the beads of his rosary.

“I remember an autumn evening long ago

As a dream in the dawn when we were left behind.”

He+ set the reverend gentlemen to repeating the holy name and to reading the Lotus Sutra, very sad and very moving.