At the same time she felt another longing.

Since the night of the murder Okoya had of course not been to see her, and she naturally longed to meet him also in this hour of sadness and trial.

Once when she had gone to the brook for water, Zashue had crossed her path; but he looked so dark and frowning that she did not venture even to greet him.
It was the last day of mourning, and nearly everybody at the Rito who could or ought had paid his respects to the dead.

The Chayani of lesser rank alone returned from time to time to perform specially strong incantations in aid of the still travelling soul.

Mitsha had gone down to the brook to get water.