Ah, I have it! Nicholas Linnear!!
"You made me kill her, Nicholas," he said in sudden accusation. "If she had not loved you-"
"If life was not the way it was-" Nicholas said harshly. His arms were already in motion and the katana was a crescent of living light, as if he were the Lord's true messenger, whirring like a living entity through the hot, wet air.
In a bright arc, Saigo's head sailed upwards, tumbling over and over on its final journey like a miniature planet, a crimson streamer like a kite's or a comet's tail laced behind it. Over the edge it went, bouncing downwards across the white steps, a child's lost ball, coming to rest at last at the bottom of the waterfall: on the ninth step from the top.
"-but it is," Nicholas said, finishing the sentence. At his feet, the water spun, rocking gently as if on a faraway tide, shivering. Carressing Nicholas's spread legs.
