Laura Joh Rowland - Sano Ichiro 07 - Pillow Book of Lady Wisteria

by Pillow Book of Lady Wisteria(lit)

  Reiko had become the mother of a son at the time when Lady Yanagisawa realized that Kikuko would never be normal. One day this summer, when Lady Yanagisawa took Kikuko on a pilgrimage to Zojo Temple, seeking a spiritual cure for her daughter, she spied Reiko and Masahiro in the temple grounds with a party of the Edo Castle women. As she watched Masahiro chatter and romp, her bitterness overwhelmed her because he was everything that Kikuko would never be.

  Why did some women have so much, and others so little?

  That day, Lady Yanagisawa had developed a vague but compelling notion that the world contained a limited amount of good fortune and Reiko had more than her share. The idea turned to certainty that Reiko was an enemy who had stolen the luck that Lady Yanagisawa deserved, and that only if Reiko lost her happiness could Lady Yanagisawa claim her rightful due. Lady Yanagisawa didn't know how to achieve this, but forming an acquaintance with her enemy seemed a good first step. Hence, Lady Yanagisawa had gone to the party at the palace. where something unforeseen had happened.

  At first Lady Yanagisawa had seethed with ire at discovering that Reiko was even more beautiful up close, and Masahiro made Kikuko seem more deficient. Yet Reiko had been so kind to Lady Yanagisawa that her resolve wavered. When she asked to visit Reiko, she wasn't sure whether she sought a way to attack Reiko or win her friendship.

  Below, the chamberlain and Hoshina rose and left the room. Kikuko stirred under the quilt, knowing it was safe to move now. Although there was nothing more to hear, Lady Yanagisawa lay immobile, thinking of that visit to Reiko's house. She recalled seeing a toy horse in the sosakan-sama's office, and a man's dressing gown on a stand in Reiko's chamber. That house was a place where husband, wife, and child lived in togetherness, and she might find comfort as well as food for envy. Lady Yanagisawa didn't know whether to seek happiness by hurting Reiko or by attaching herself to Reiko in the hope that some good luck would rub off on her. But she was certain of one thing.

  If she could help Reiko with the murder investigation, she must, because that would give her the opportunity to follow whichever impulses prevailed.

  18

  Reiko walked from her palanquin into her house, and sighed in frustration as the maids removed her cloak. Despite her hope of finding Lady Wisteria and her Hokkaido lover, the morning's inquiries had ended in failure.

  None of the women she'd visited seemed to know anything of the mystery lover. Reiko had then gone to her father's estate in the official district near Edo Castle. Magistrate Ueda, who alternated duty with Edo's other magistrate, was spending a month off, while his colleague, Magistrate Aoki, presided over trials. Reiko had asked her father if a man from Hokkaido had ever come to his attention. He consulted his records and his staff, but none of them produced any clues. She began to think that the pillow book Hirata had found was a fake.

  Disconsolate now, Reiko wandered into the nursery and found Masahiro napping. The maid O-hana sat beside him, looking bored, but when she saw Reiko, she perked up.

  "Lady Reiko-san! You're back at last," she said, smiling. "Are you cold from being outside? Shall I bring you hot tea?"

  "Yes, please, that would be nice," Reiko said.

  The maid hurried off. Reiko sat watching Masahiro sleep while she wondered how to proceed now that none of her usual sources had yielded clues. Soon O-hana returned and placed a steaming bowl of tea in her hands.

  "Thank you," Reiko murmured absently.

  "You and the sosakan-sama are looking for Lady Wisteria, aren't you?" O-hana said.

  "Yes." Reiko eyed the nursemaid in surprise. She never discussed Sano's cases with servants, and though she supposed they eavesdropped, they'd never crossed the bounds of propriety by mentioning what they'd heard.

  "Maybe I can help you," O-hana said.

  Reiko took a closer look at O-hana, appraising her cunning smile, eyes bright and sharp as black quartz, and stylish red sash. O-hana was Reiko's least favorite of the nurses, although the girl was an efficient worker, kind to Masahiro, and he liked her. Reiko had always thought O-hana a little conceited, a little too eager to ingratiate herself with her employers.

  "How could you help?" Reiko said.

  "I know Wisteria's family."

  "How can you know them?" Reiko said, recalling what Sano had told her about the courtesan. "They live far away in Dewa Province." She also recalled that O-hana was a native of Edo and had never been outside the city.

  "Excuse me, but I must disagree," O-hana said. Her tone was humble, but her faint smirk showed her enjoyment of pointing out someone else's mistake. "Lady Wisteria isn't from the country, even though that's what she tells people. Her parents live right in Nihonbashi. My mother used to be a maid in their house. I knew Wisteria when we were children."

  "Why would she lie?" Reiko was skeptical of O-hana's news even as it intrigued her.

  O-hana's smile turned mysterious. "Lies sometimes sound better than the truth."

  And the truth about Wisteria's past might reveal truths about the murder, Reiko thought. Excitement quickened her heartbeat. "Might her family know where Lady Wisteria went?" she speculated aloud.

  "I could introduce you to them," O-hana suggested eagerly. "We could ask. Shall we go now?"

  She leapt to her feet, and Reiko noted how quick O-hana was to abandon her nursemaid duty and presume a closer relationship between them. Reiko liked her less for it, and didn't trust O-hana. Yet she had to stop distrusting people just because her trust had once been abused. Just because the evil influence of the Black Lotus had threatened her didn't mean everyone meant her harm. She couldn't disregard an opportunity to help Sano solve a case because she disliked the person who offered it. And there seemed no other opportunities at hand.

  "All right," Reiko said. "Let's go."

  "There it is," O-hana said as the palanquin carried her and Reiko down a street lined with large houses. "The next one on the left."

  Reiko called to the bearers to stop. She was glad they'd reached their destination, because the trip from Edo Castle to the Nihonbashi merchant district had been unpleasant. The cold had seeped into the palanquin and through the quilts that covered Reiko and her companion. And O-hana had chattered all the way here, clearly enjoying her ride in the palanquin, and striving to rise above her station by attaching herself to Reiko. Stifling her dislike and trying to feel grateful toward the poor nursemaid, Reiko climbed out of the palanquin. She and O-hana walked up to the house.

  The house and its neighbors were residences of the affluent merchant class. Built of wood and whitewashed plaster, they fronted directly onto the street. Heavy brown tile roofs peaked above their second stories and sheltered recessed entrances. The district wasn't what Reiko had expected, because Sano had said Wisteria came from a poor family who had sold her into prostitution.

  A young maid, dressed in a blue kimono and carrying a broom, appeared in the doorway. She gazed in surprise at O-hana, Reiko, and the troops who'd escorted them. "O-hana? Is that you? What's going on?"

  "My mistress wants to see yours," O-hana said in a self-important tone. "Go tell her that the wife of the shogun's sosakan-sama is here."

  The maid hurried to comply. Soon two older maids seated Reiko and O-hana in a warm, stuffy parlor full of ornate lacquer tables, chests, and screens, silk floor cushions, shelves of porcelain vases.

  "Isn't this beautiful?" O-hana whispered to Reiko as they waited for Lady Wisteria's mother.

  Reiko nodded, although the decor exemplified the vulgar taste of the merchant class.

  Into the room minced a small woman perhaps forty years old, trailed by two different female servants. Her face, round with a pointed chin, was covered with heavy white powder. Rouge dotted her cheeks; scarlet paint brightened her thin, prim lips. Painted brows arched over unusually round eyes. Clad in a gaudy red floral kimono that would have better suited a younger woman, she was pretty in the same vulgar way as her parlor.

  "Welcome, Honorable Lady!" Bowing to Reiko, she smiled, revealing tee
th cosmetically blackened in the manner of highborn wives. She ignored O-hana. "This is an unexpected honor."

  "Allow me to introduce Madam Yue-san," O-hana said to Reiko, looking miffed at their hostess's slight.

  Madam Yue knelt near Reiko and offered refreshments; maids served tea and expensive cakes on fine dishware. Reiko had counted six attendants by now. If this family could maintain so high a standard of living, how could they not have afforded a daughter's keep? Was this really the home of Lady Wisteria?

  While Reiko and O-hana ate and sipped, Madam Yue chatted with Reiko about the weather. She spoke and smiled with affected elegance. Presently she said, "May I ask what brought you here to see me?"

  "I've come about your daughter," Reiko said.

  The woman's smile vanished; displeasure thinned her lips. "My daughter isn't here. It's been many years since she's lived in this house."

  "She is Lady Wisteria, the courtesan?" Reiko said, wanting to make sure they were both talking about the same person.

  Madam Yue looked away and nodded.

  "You know she disappeared from Yoshiwara the night when the shogun's heir was murdered?"

  Another nod from Madam Yue; she twisted her dainty hands together at her bosom and frowned into space.

  "My husband needs to find Wisteria," said Reiko. "I was hoping you could help us."

  "I haven't seen her, and I don't know where she's gone," Madam Yue said. Her elegance had deserted her; she spoke in a flat, common voice. "I'm not surprised she's in trouble, though. If you find her, I would appreciate it if you would tell her not to expect any help from me."

  Though Reiko was disappointed that this expedition wouldn't reveal the location of Wisteria, the woman's attitude intrigued her. Clearly, there had been trouble between Wisteria and her mother. "Maybe if you tell me about your daughter, that will give me a clue to where she is," Reiko said.

  Madam Yue's mouth twitched and her gaze darted. She looked anxious to avoid speaking of Wisteria, yet afraid to offend the sosakan-sama's wife. She sighed in resignation.

  "How did Wisteria come to be a courtesan?" Reiko asked.

  "That kind of thing doesn't usually happen in our family," Madam Yue burst out. "But she deserved it. I'm glad I sold her to the brothel!"

  This woman had willingly delivered her own daughter into a life of degradation. Reiko was horrified into speechlessness.

  "When she was a little girl I loved her so much, but she went bad." Madam Yue spoke in a rush, her round eyes glittering with shame, tears, and a need to justify herself. "I did without things so I could buy pretty clothes for her, and she repaid good with evil!"

  The woman sniffled angrily and wiped her nose o|i her sleeve. "It started when she was thirteen, after her father died. He was a laborer in a boatyard. He hurt his leg there, and it festered, and the sickness killed him. I didn't know how Wisteria and I would live, because we had no money or family. But then the owner of the boatyard offered me a job as a maid-in this house. He let me bring my girl to live here with me and help with the work. It turned out that he fancied me. The next year we were married. I became the mistress of the house."

  She smiled through her tears, proud of her advancement in society, but then her expression turned bitter. "I should have noticed how Wisteria looked at him, and how he looked at her, and bought her things, and paid more attention to her than to me. But I never suspected. Then one night I was wakened by noises in the house. You'll understand what I mean when I say they were the kind of noises that shouldn't have been coming from anywhere except the room where my husband and I sleep. He was supposed to be working late that night. I thought one of the maids had sneaked in a man. So I got up and went to throw them out.

  "But I discovered that the noises were coming from Wisteria's room. I looked inside. And I saw them. They were in bed together-Wisteria and my husband!" Indignation blazed in Madam Yue's eyes. "I grabbed him and pulled him away from Wisteria. I began hitting him, and I shouted, `Leave my girl alone, you beast!' "

  Pantomiming her actions, Madam Yue beat her fists at the air. Reiko winced, imagining the innocent child mistreated by her stepfather.

  "He fell on the floor," Madam Yue continued. "I hurried to Wisteria and said, `Are you all right?' And the sight of her froze my heart. I expected her to be frightened and crying. But she stood up, stark naked, with her head high." Madam Yue rose, her manner cruelly triumphant. "She said, `I love him, Mother. And he loves me, not you. He only married you so he could have me, because I'm the one he's always wanted. And now that I'm old enough, he's going to marry me.'

  "I couldn't believe what she said. I was so shocked that I stood there gaping at her, shaking my head." The woman's attitude altered to suit her words. "Then Wisteria said to my husband, `Tell her it's true. Tell her you're going to divorce her, like you promised, so we can marry."

  While Reiko sat amazed by this story, Madam Yue said, "I turned to my husband. `She's lying,' I said to him. `Tell me she's lying.' But he just hung his head and sat there. And I realized that Wisteria had seduced him into betraying me. I rushed at her and shouted, `Wicked slut! How dare you steal my husband?' I slapped her face. I pulled her hair. I threw her to the floor and trampled her. She called to my husband to save her. But he didn't move, he wouldn't look at us. Wisteria started crying. I cursed and beat her until my strength gave out. We all sat in that room, without speaking, for the rest of the night."

  Madam Yue sank to her knees, her expression murderous. Reiko pictured the guilty man, the raging wife, and the weeping girl, characters in a tragic play.

  "You can see why I had to get rid of my daughter." Madam Yue turned a defiant gaze on Reiko. "My husband wasn't really going to marry her and throw me out, but if she stayed, she would make him always want her instead of me." Bitterness curdled the woman's voice. "I couldn't just put her out of the house, because she would come back and persuade my husband to take her in again. And she deserved to be punished.

  "When morning came, I told them what we were going to do. Wisteria begged my forgiveness, but I ignored her. My husband took us in a ferry up the river to Yoshiwara. We walked to the gate, and I said to a guard, `I want to sell my daughter.' He fetched the brothel-masters. They fought over Wisteria because she was so pretty. I sold her to the one who offered me the most money. It was enough that I thought she'd be trapped in Yoshiwara forever. As the man took her into the quarter, she begged my husband not to leave her. She cursed me and screamed that I would be sorry for what I'd done, but I just walked away. My husband followed me. We went home."

  Reiko was appalled. What Madam Yue had done was worse than poor peasants selling children they couldn't afford to raise. Those peasants gave up the children so they would be fed and clothed at the brothels, while Madam Yue had sought to condemn Wisteria to a lifetime of prostitution. Reiko glanced at O-hana, who gave a smug nod, as if to say, I told you that lies sound better than the truth. Wisteria must have created a new personal history for herself because she didn't want to tell people that she'd brought about her own disgrace and her mother had won their battle for the man they both wanted. Reiko pondered what implications the courtesan's falsehood had for the murder case. At the very least, it suggested that Wisteria was a more complex woman than Reiko or Sano had thought.

  A man dressed in the dark, respectable cotton robes of a successful merchant peered through the parlor doorway. Madam Yue saw him, and a look of guilty chagrin came over her face. "Honorable Husband. You're home early." Flustered, she introduced him and Reiko.

  They bowed to each other, murmuring polite greetings. Reiko noted that the man was some years younger than his wife, and handsome. His diffident manner suggested weakness of personality, and Reiko perceived that he would always yield to the person with the strongest will. His young stepdaughter hadn't stood a chance against her outraged, overpowering mother.

  The man withdrew. A moment passed in uncomfortable silence while Madam Yue twisted her hands nervously. She said, "I don't like t
o talk about the past when my husband is around," then forced a bright, artificial smile at Reiko. "Many thanks for the honor of your visit. I hope you have a pleasant trip home."

  She was obviously eager to see her guests gone. Reiko thanked Madam Yue for her cooperation and allowed the woman to escort her and O-hana outside. The afternoon continued sunless and bleak; moisture in the air condensed into icy droplets that chilled Reiko's face. Pausing before she climbed into her palanquin, she turned to Madam Yue.

  "Was that day at Yoshiwara the last time you saw your daughter?" Reiko asked.

  Madam Yue hardened her mouth. "I wish it had been. But Wisteria came back here about four years ago."