"I've seen that too," Seimei says. "And if this storybook proceeds how I think it does..." he turns a couple of pages. "Ah. It does."

There is a picture of an older Seimei, kneeling in a great hall surrounded by serious-looking men in layered robes and black hats. Sitting in front of him is a lacquered box. Across from him, on the other side of the box, is an intimidating-looking fellow glaring back at picture-Seimei's knowing smile.

"The divination contest at Court," Seimei says. "I remember this. Here is the Emperor, sitting on the dais. Here are the ministers. I think that one sitting nearby is supposed to be Fujiwara Kane'ie. There you can see the ladies peeking around and between the curtain stands. And this man" - Seimei taps the picture of the glaring fellow seated across from him - "was Ashiya Doman, who ran the Bureau of Divination. Goodness, this picture makes him look absolutely demonic. He was actually very good-looking, and would never have let his anger show this way."

Until the end, of course.