Day 8 - Kyuden Doji

With stone faces, Kuwanan's men stand guard over the seaside castle, their pikes lifted in iron hands. She does not see them. Hitomi sees only the pot of tea, and two cups, that rest in the road where their Champion kneels. He moves his pale hand, seemingly awkward without a sword or armor, and gently pours the cups full.

Behind these stone walls lives pain, but it is a pain that abates with each season, turning once more into the unity of respect and alliance.

A brother's hand. A cousin's blade.

Now their war is done.

Hitomi smiles, returning Kuwanan's bow as he offers her a pale cup of tea. He has learned the lessons of harsh war. His clan is safe . . . and their strength will be needed if the Shadow is to be destroyed. While others battle for victory, the Crane no longer see their role in the Empire as a death of vanity, or of pride.

It has become the rebirth of honor.

The tea is bittersweet and warm on her tongue.

If one of the Crane is chosen to serve beside her, it will be to bring peace in the heavens. That much she understands, but their strength has yet to be tested. Kuwanan smiles, and both bow once more as she rises to go. Hitomi bows, unwilling to break the silence of the simple tea ceremony. No words are needed.

Source: posted to www.wizards.com/l5r on 1/29/00