by Ben Stevens
‘Moreover,’ he continued, ‘I am glad we have had this chance to meet again. For that poem I allegedly composed – ‘The Frog’ – which has perhaps become my most famous piece of work… Well, surely you should receive half the credit for that…’
‘Not at all,’ returned Ennin, smiling slightly. ‘I have more than enough ‘recognition’ as it is; and I am merely content that you are able to write again – for, as I have said previously, I greatly enjoy your work. At all stages of your career.’
‘I must return now, Ennin, for I cannot stay in a populated area like this for too long. But should you ever get the chance to pass through the Black Mountains, where my modest ‘school’ is located…’
‘I surely will, one of these days,’ replied Ennin. ‘Thank you.’
And with a mutual bow, the pair then parted.
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