“I picked the inn myself, and I am very sorry the Master can’t sleep,” he
said. “Suppose we find another, and start play tomorrow, after he has had a
good night’s rest.”
Otaké had stayed at the inn before, and had thought it a good place for a
match. Unfortunately the river was so swollen from the rains that boulders
came crashing down it, and with the inn situated as if on an island, sleep
was indeed difficult. Otaké felt constrained to apologize.
Clad in a cotton summer kimono, he set out with Goi in search of a quiet
inn.
