by I. J. Parker
The old man sighed. “Sunada’smen? In this place, authority is not always in official hands, so watch your self, my son.” Turning to Yasuko, he said, “He will stay here overnight. A very light supper, and a solid breakfast, and he should do well enough. Now I must check on my other patient.”
“No!” Hitomaro began toscramble up again, but the white-beard placed a surprisingly strong hand against his chest and forced him back. “You don’t understand,” Hitomaro pleaded. “I have to return to the city tonight. I’m meeting a friend.”
“Why?” Just that word, but the inflection expressed surprise rather than curiosity, as if in the larger scheme of things nothing mattered but Hitomaro’s health.
“Well…” Hitomaro hedged, thensaid, “Never mind.”
The old man nodded. “You will stay.” His tone left no room for argument.
Yasuko accompanied the healer to the door and bade him farewell with many deep bows. When she returned,Hitomaro said, “You have strange doctors here. He was a yamabushi, wasn’the?”
She smiled. “Not just any yamabushi. The master himself. He lives in the mountains in a cave and only visits to tend the sick and dying. He’s a great man, a saint.”
“I admit that compress of his is very soothing. Who’s his other patient?”
“Oh, that one!” She sniffed. “An army deserter came here to hide. He showed his gratitude by raping one of our girls.There was a fight after that. We should’ve known from his broken teeth that he was bully. I think someone broke his arm.”
“Why do you hide criminals?”
“They aren’t always criminals.Some just don’t get along with the authorities. The master insists we take in anyone who’s in trouble. He says in a world without justice, every man deserves a second chance. It’s a rule that can’t be broken. Most of those who came to us have been grateful. I’ll get your dinner now.”
After she left, an old crone sidled up and sat down next to Hitomaro. She stared fixedly at his bandaged head and muttered under her breath.
Her glittering eyes made him nervous. “What’s that, Grandmother?” he asked.
Suddenly she bent over him soclosely that he flinched away from her foul breath. “Are you afraid, myhandsome lord?” She cackled crazily, rocking back and forth. “Blood. Red bloodand white snow. Ah, the pretty flower and the pretty bud.” She leaned over him again. A thin thread of saliva drooled from her toothless gums. She hissed, “The dead will have their due, my lord. Where will you hide then? In your grave?”She doubled over with a wild shriek of laughter.
“Quiet, Grandmother!” Kaorureached down and helped her up. “Time for your supper and bed.”
The crone clung to him, whimpering now. “Make him go away. Make him go away.” Kaoru made soothing noises and tookher to the far corner of the house, where he bedded her down and gently wrappeda blanket around her. Yasuko took her a bowl of food, and Kaoru returned toHitomaro.
“Grandmother is a shamaness,”he said. “Such women suffer great mental strain in their work. She’s beenhaving spells of confusion for the past year, and today has been an especiallybad day for her. I hope you will forgive her.”
“Of course, but what the devil was she talking about? What blood? Which dead?”
“She doesn’t know what she issaying. She’s old and weak and gets confused.”
Hitomaro said nothing. He hadbegun to wonder why this outcast woodcutter spoke like an educated man.
Yasuko brought a bamboo traywith fragrant pink chunks of fish nestled in green cabbage leaves. “She’s calm now,” she told Kaoru. “The fit started when she heard someone talk about theold lord’s death. I put your food next to her bed, Kaoru. Please sit with herfor a little.” Turning to Hitomaro, she said, “I promised you salmon, and here it is.” She knelt beside him and selected a tempting piece with the chopsticks.Proffering it, she added, “You mustn’t be greedy though! The master said you are to eat lightly, and I mean to make sure you behave.”
She looked so charming with her face rosy in the firelight, that a man might well forget his manners. Hitomaro enjoyed the experience of being fed, and not only because the fish was delicious and he was hungry. He swallowed and thanked her, then asked, “Why would your grandmother be upset by old Uesugi’s death?”
“Otakushi is Kaoru’sgrandmother. She used to visit Takata manor just as her mother did before her.They both had the gift of foretelling the future. It’s dangerous work. Otakushi’s mother once almost lost her life. She foretold that one of the lord’s son swould kill his brother.”
Kaoru appeared beside her, eyes blazing with anger. “Yasuko. Come.”
She looked up, startled.Gathering the tray with shaking hands, she told Hitomaro, “You must rest now,”and scurried away.
SEVEN
FLUTE PLAY
In the gray predawn hour of the following morning, Akitada sat hunched over his desk, reading documents from the provincial archives. From time to time his eyes moved to a twist of paper and a scrap with some childish scrawls on it,and he muttered to himself.
Hamaya put his head in the door. “Did you wish for anything, your Excellency?”
“No, no! Just. . . you might glance outside and see if either of my lieutenants is about.”
Hamaya disappeared. Akitada shivered, took a sip from his teacup and made a face. The tea was cold already,and no wonder in this chilly place. If he could only shake this trouble in hisbelly, he might have more energy, ideas, solutions. The gods knew he needed them.Neither Tora nor Hitomaro had seen fit to make their reports last night asinstructed. He had waited for hours. When he had finally gone to the room heshared with his wife, she had been fast asleep. Not wanting to disturb her, hehad ended up spending the night in his office, hardly closing an eye, chilledto the bone by the icy drafts coming from the doors and through the walls.
Then, this morning, on hisdesk, he had found the mysterious twist of paper on top of one of Tora’s illegible notes. The paper contained some mud-colored bits smelling vaguely of dried grass and resembling rabbit dung.
The door opened. Hamaya said, “Lieutenant Tora is just…”
“Sorry, sir,” Tora mumbled,slinking past the clerk and dropping onto the mat across from Akitada. He looked uncharacteristically glum and sounded apologetic. “You were asleep when I got back, so I waited in the stable. I guess I dozed off. That fool of a constable had orders to tell me the minute you were up.”
Akitada said nothing but looked disapprovingly at the pieces of straw clinging to his lieutenant’s hair and clothes. Tora fidgeted, discovered the straw, and muttered another apology,adding, “I hope Dr. Oyoshi’s medicine worked, sir.” His eyes were on the twist of paper.
“Dr. Oyoshi?” Akitada’s heavybrows rose. “This illegible scrawl is about some medicine sent by him?” heasked sarcastically. “From what I could make out, I thought your nephew’s business was ailing, and he decided to write poems in praise of constipation.”
“Oh.” Tora’s face reddened. He reached for the note. “I guess I got some of the characters mixed up. The fact is, I had a shocking night.”
Akitada’s stomach hurt, andTora’s problems were not his. He snapped, “Well, well? What did the doctor say about the medicine?”
“Oh. Can you imagine, here cognized me right away and knew all about your loose bowels? He must have the eyes of a cloud dragon!”
“Medicine!” Akitada bellowed. “What am I to do with these pellets?”
Tora looked hurt. “You take onei n some hot wine three times a day.”
“Hamaya!”
The clerk put his head in the door. “Excellency?”
“Some hot wine. Quick!”
“Well, as I was saying …”Tora tried to continue his report.
“Wait!” Akitada scowled ferociously, and Tora sank into glum silence.
After the wine arrived and he had taken his first dose, Akitada sighed and remarked more peaceably, “It wasg ood of you to stop by the doctor’s place and ask for thes
e. I am sorry Isnapped at you. What shock did you have?”
Tora did not meet his eyes. “Uh… I didn’t exactly… that is, the doctor recognized me at the Golden Carpand asked about your, uh … and gave me the pills. I offered to pay him, but he said not to unless they work. The fact is, he was calling on a patient at the inn. Mrs. Sato wanted to get rid of a sick guest, but the doctor forbade it. She was very angry. She said sick guests are bad for her business, and this one also had no money. When the doctor left, I ran after him to pay for the poor fellow’s medicine. That’s when …”
Akitada held up a hand. “Wait!If you were at the Golden Carp, you may as well start your report at the beginning. What did you find out in the market?”
Tora shifted miserably. “A little. There was one fellow who thought he’d changed money for Takagi or someone like him, but he wasn’t sure about the day. Two men remembered Okano’s act in the wineshop.” He sighed deeply. “There’s not much point in checking out those guys. I know they didn’t do it.”
“And how do you know that?”Akitada asked, astonished.
Tora swallowed. “I … the maid and I, uh, last night. I thought it was a good way to get some information.Amida, I shouldn’t have touched her. She did it, sir! She killed the old man. Ibet the bitch slits men’s throats regularly. Start digging behind her kitchen and no telling what you’ll find. She gets ‘em in her bed and then …”
“Tora!”
Tora stopped and looked at him blearily.
“Did she admit to the murder?”
“Not in so many words. But I knew. I put the clues together, just like you do, and they added up.” Toraraised a finger and counted off, “One, she hates her mistress, but not because she works her too hard or pays her too little. Oh, no! She hates her because old Sato married a pretty young thing and doted on her. Two, Kiyo-that’s the maid’s name-used to take care of Sato. If you know what I mean.” Tora glowered.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, yes,” Tora said bitterly. “She’sone of those females who can’t get enough of it. I guess even an old geezer would do for her.”
“Hmm. Why are you so upset?”
Tora looked at Akitada. “It’s disgusting-like I slept with a leper.”
“You think she killed her employer? Why?”
“She hated him. You should’ve heard her. She went on taking ‘care’ of him after his marriage because the wife wasn’t interested, but it was the wife he gave the money to, the wife he talked about in bed as if she were some kind of goddess. Well, one day, while the wife was visiting her parents, she got fed up and took her revenge and his gold. I bet Kiyo figured the money was hers-for services rendered. She must’ve done it that afternoon, while the three guests were at the market. Nobody saw or heard old Sato after midday. And remember, she used her own kitchen knife. Takagi saw it in the kitchen in the morning, but in the evening, when they were back fromthe market, it was gone, and she was slicing radish with a little knife. So you see? She had the motive and the opportunity.”
Akitada nodded. “Those are very good points.”
Somewhat consoled, Tora concluded, “There’s one more point, and it clinches the matter. After thoset hree fools went to sleep, she slipped back into the kitchen and put the bloody knife in Takagi’s bundle. Who else could’ve done that?”
“Hmm.” Akitada thought, pullinghis earlobe and pursing his lips. “It seems to me you supposed a lot of things.What did she actually say?”
“What I just told you. How she took care of him all those years, and the wife didn’t, and how the wife got everything she wanted and was ungrateful.”
“But that is hardly a murder confession, is it?”
Tora looked confused. “But…you should have been there, sir. It would have turned your stomach, she was so full of hate. It had to be her.” He shuddered. “I slept with a murderess.”
“Well, let it be a lesson to you not to sleep with every girl you run into. You have made an interesting case against that maid, but for the moment we do not have enough evidence toa rrest her. Where is Hitomaro?”
“He hasn’t come in? That’s notlike Hito. I’ll go look for him.”
“No.” Akitada pushed the documents aside irritably. “We don’t have the time. While you and Hitomaro were out, I have been checking the records. We have a bigger problem than that murder. For three generations now, the Uesugi have ruled this province as their personal domain. During that time they resisted every effort by the government to bring Echigo in line with the Taiho and Yoro law codes. No wonder Judge Hisamatsu runs his court to please the lords of Takata and himself. No wonder the three travelers are being made scapegoats. I expect miscarriage of justice has been the order of the day. And no wonder everybody wishes to be rid of me.”
“Let them try!” Tora said belligerently.
Akitada gave him a long look. “Think,Tora. We have no real power. We don’t even have the support of the military guard, and there is no police force. On five separate occasions the imperial government has dispatched trained police officers from the capital with instructions to set up a local force. The Uesugi sent them all back, claimingthat a high constable and a judge were all that is needed. In consequence, thelocal people take their orders from Takata and ignore us.”
“Why didn’t the other governorsobject?”
“Apparently they were bribed or threatened into acquiescence.”
Tora’s mind returned to another matter. He frowned. “Something must’ve happened to Hitomaro.”
“Hitomaro can handle himself.”Akitada reached for a document roll and called, “Hamaya.”
When the clerk came in, Akitadahanded him the documents. “Here, take a look at these. They have been tampered with. Names have been erased and a whole section has been removed. The affair concerns the late lord’s older brother. I want to know what happened.”
The clerk received the rollwith a bow, studied the pertinent sections carefully, and nodded. “Yes, your Excellency is quite right. It was before my time, of course, but I think there was a scandal of sorts. The son in question was repudiated by his father.Changing the documents is quite legal. It is a father’s right to have the son’sname expunged from official family records for serious crimes against family.”
Akitada glowered. “Not on documents in my administration. What happened?”
“I know very little, sir. The family has a history of tragedy. Very brutal times back then. I believe there was a double murder in the women’s quarters. One of the concubines and herc hild were slain. I don’t know whether that has anything to do with the son.”
“Hmm. See what you can find out.”
The clerk bowed and left.
Akitada pulled his earlobe again. “If they have covered up a crime, we may be able to establish some authority.I think I shall request another police chief from the capital and set up aregular force by next spring.”
“That’ll be a relief,” Toragrunted. “Those lazy, ignorant dogs of constables and that bastard Chobei are hardly my idea of efficient law enforcement.”
“You can stop worrying about Chobei,” said a voice from the doorway. Hitomaro, his face swollen and bruised,walked in with a smile. “I’ve found us a replacement.”
“Amida, what happened to you?”Tora gasped.
Hitomaro lowered himsel fcautiously to the floor. “Sunada’s thugs set a trap for me. I just got back.And I missed Genba last night.”
Akitada sat up. “Sunada? The merchant? I met the man at Takata.”
Hitomaro told him about the argument outside the restaurant.
Akitada listened glumly. “More bad news,” he commented. “I was hoping to use him to win the local merchants over, but the situation you describe does not promise well. I won’t countenance gangster tactics.”
“The three of us can easily settle that account and teach the merchant a lesson at the same time,” Torasaid.
“Not yet. An open confrontation will drive Sunada into the Uesugi camp, a
nd so far, if I don’t miss my guess,Uesugi is reluctant to deal with him. Are you well enough to work, Hitomaro?”
“Fit for anything, sir. The soreness will wear off. And you?”
“Much better, I think. That pill seems to be working. A good thing. Tomorrow I have to attend the old lord’sfuneral. And, since the town will be full of people, I plan to hear the case of the innkeeper’s murder the day after.”
Hitomaro said, “We’d better post notices right away. And Tora can drill the constables in their duties. Isuppose we’ll have to use Chobei a while longer, sir?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so. Who is this replacement?”
“One of the outcasts, sir. Hisname is Kaoru. He’s been working as a woodsman or woodcutter, but he saved my life when those thugs jumped me. There were twelve of them .. .”
“Twelve, against one unarmed man?” Tora cried. “The filthy cowards!”
“Yes. They had cudgels and I passed out pretty quickly. I doubt I’d be here, if Kaoru hadn’t stepped in with some first-rate archery and his dog.”
“I look forward to meeting him,”said Akitada, suppressing some qualms. “But first, let’s hear what you found out. What about the three prisoners?”
“I found a couple of witnesses who will swear that Umehara and Okano did precisely what they said they did,but nobody except for a soup vendor remembers the half-wit.”
“That is good enough. Arrange to have them testify. What did Genba have to say?”
“The local people don’t trust the Uesugi, but they submit as long as they can carry on with their business or farms. There’s a lot of concern about Uesugi drafting young men to serve in the border wars, and some think money is being extorted from families to exempt their sons. That seems to be all.”
“It may be useful. I’ll haveHamaya look into it. Did you learn anything from the outcasts?”
Hitomaro smiled. “Yes, sir.After talking to Genba, I managed to get myself invited to the outcast village.They had a yamabushi there who tended to my wounds and scrapes. I spent the night.”
