And though her face and whole
bearing were hostile and inconsolable, Kataya realized they might never
speak again. Better to say it all now, and have done.
'Taking him away from you was never my motive. And though I am
deeply fond of him..... Can't you see how much he loves you?
PASSIONATELY, single-heartedly. Don't you know how much that's
worth? I've only experienced it once in my life, and I would give
all the world to have that back..... My gentle husband, so unlike the
hard, cruel men among whom he was raised.'
'Get out!' screamed Sylviana, 'Before I tear your eyes out!
You MONSTER. You whore.' And she fell to weeping.
Kataya swallowed hard, then left to control her own emotions. Rising,
Stenmark spoke for her, perhaps for all the company.
'Sylviana. SYLVIE. I know you don't want to hear this
right now, but I think you have to.'
The young woman fell back upon the stool, sobbing. Touched with pity
though he was, the aging Commander knew he could not comfort her until
he had made her see the truth.
'The men of Japan, Kataya's ancestors, were every bit as cruel as
the Germans during World War II. They killed millions in their march
through Asia, raping women to death, cutting men to pieces, never
sparing the children.
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