The journey has been long and at times, rather frightening. More than once, my party was detained on the mountain pass. I could not hear all that was being discussed, but the stops were not of an official nature. I felt that, had it not been for the presence of the Ashikaga Crest on this carriage, we would never have made it to Kamakura. My very good friend, Mr. Ashikaga was kind enough to lend me his carriage and an escort. He called it protecting his investment, which may have some truth to it. Mr. Ashikaga is a very important businessman and friend to the current Shogunate, not to mention that he has been my own very special friend for many years now. His protection has provided me safe passage on this journey as well as the use of his seaside villa during my stay. He is a most generous friend.

I have gotten myself settled in here at the villa, but my spirit is still troubled. I have heard from one of the market vendors that there is a temple of Benten nearby. It took some persuasion, but my escort has agreed to wait here for me while I walk down to visit the temple. I am not sure what is drawing me to the temple, but it is insistent and I dare not ignore it.

I place my sword inside the special sheathe that attaches beneath my kimono and begin the walk to the temple. My sword is smaller than most, but just as sharp. Another very good friend made it especially for me. One can never have too many friends, I muse. Persuasion is a gift, but I possess many other talents and skills. And one should never wander the streets of Kamakura unarmed. That would be extremely foolhardy. I am not sure what I will find when I visit Benten at her temple, but I am sure that being prepared for the unknown is essential.

The walk is pleasant -- the night, cool, with the barest hint of jasmine on the breeze. As I approach the temple, my heart begins to beat faster and I place my hand inside my kimono. It is late and the temple seems deserted. I take a deep breath and approach the lovely statue of the goddess, Benten.