oAnd still you risked your life to come here and speak on your master's behalf?
oYes, Honorable Judge.
A spasm of emotion tightened Supreme Judge Takeda's stern face. oInshteki "impressive, he murmured. He lifted his sleeve and wiped a tear from his eye. oA truer expression of Bushido than I ever hoped to see in this day and age.
As a historian, Sano knew how the Way of the Warrior had evolved in response to Japan's changing political climate. Peacetime lacked the clear-cut allegiances and rigorous austerity of war. Samurai owed conflicting loyalties to various superiors, patrons, and colleagues; myriad pleasures distracted them from duty; self-interest often prevailed over self-sacrifice. During the civil wars that had ended almost a century ago, samurai had gladly died in their lords' battles. Today there were few opportunities for glory "and fewer who sought them. Many samurai regretted Bushido's lost purity; evidently Supreme Judge Takeda was one of them.
oSuch loyalty must be rewarded, he announced. After ordering the troops out of the room, he said to Hirata, oYou may speak.
Hirata related an impassioned tale of posing as a police officer, conducting inquiries, and killing in self-defense. oUrabe has connections with gangsters. He has no one trustworthy to confirm his alibis for Spaen's murder, Peony's, or the smuggling. Interpreter Iishino spends more money than he earns on gifts for his superiors. How can he afford this, if not by crime?
As Sano marveled at how much Hirata had accomplished, he watched the judges receive the news. Takeda's concentration never wavered from Hirata. The others barely hid their disapproval of their superior's weakness. And weakness it was, Sano knew from personal experience. Bushido, the foundation of a samurai's strength, was also his greatest vulnerability. Chamberlain Yanagisawa had used Sano's sense of honor against him, perpetuating schemes he couldn't thwart without violating its rigid code of conduct. Supreme Judge Takeda was harsh and unjust, but a display of loyalty moved him to bend the rules and open his mind. Sano's hopes burgeoned while Hirata continued.
oI disguised myself as an itinerant laborer and found work at the Half Moon Pleasure House. From the staff I learned that Iishino, Yoriki Ota, and Governor Nagai all attended a party there the night Peony was murdered. I also found a teahouse proprietor who says Abbot Liu Yun regularly sneaks into the quarter disguised as a Japanese merchant. He was there that night, too.
oHonorable Judge, before you condemn my master, I beg you to conduct your own investigation of these men. Among them you'll find the real traitors.
Hirata bowed. Supreme Judge Takeda seemed lost in thought. Sano waited in an agony of suspense as the relentless war drums echoed the thudding of his heart.
Then Takeda said to the guards, oBring Ssakan Sano here.
The guards dragged Sano to the dais. The tight shackles had numbed his hands and feet, but he forgot physical discomfort as he knelt beside Hirata. The supreme judge's gaze bore into them. A steely vise of fear squeezed Sano's lungs; he felt Hirata's anxiety, too. With the discipline of his samurai training, he maintained a stoic facade while they awaited Supreme Judge Takeda's decision.
oSsakan Sano, your retainer's statement supports your claims, and his devotion speaks well of your character and his. Therefore, I grant you the chance to prove yourselves innocent.
The shock of reprieve overwhelmed Sano in a tidal wave of sensation: dizziness; ringing in his ears; a sudden loosening of tense muscles and release of trapped breath. He wanted to jump up and shout in joyous relief; he wanted to lie down and weep with gratitude. But honor and protocol required dignity.
oThank you, Honorable Judge, Sano said quietly.
Then he turned to Hirata. One wordless glance mended the rift between them, cementing their bond. Sano realized how much he needed Hirata, and that he couldn't "and shouldn't "deny a fellow samurai the right to serve honor. Hirata's evidence had strengthened the case against their accusers, but it was his loyalty that had ultimately swayed Supreme Judge Takeda. To spurn such friendship might mean avoiding future pain, but also doomed Sano to constant loneliness, to losing battles he couldn't win alone. Then and there, Sano accepted Hirata as his true companion, in glory or disaster, honor or disgrace. This was the Way of the Warrior: absolute, eternal.
The tearful brightness of Hirata's eyes communicated his joy and understanding. He seemed radiant with an inner light, as if the outcome of the trial and Supreme Judge Takeda's praise of his loyalty had somehow validated his worth and brought him peace. Solemnly they bowed in mutual respect.
oThis is an abuse of the law, Judge Segawa protested.
oChamberlain Yanagisawa will not approve, Judge Dazai added.
As both men argued in favor of the original verdict and sentence, Sano guessed with a sinking heart that he and Hirata weren't safe yet.
oHonorable colleagues, do not forget that I command this tribunal, Supreme Judge Takeda said. oYour objections are duly noted, and dismissed.
Sano knew, however, that Takeda hadn't achieved his status by being gullible or ignoring the political realities of life in the bakufu, as his next words proved: oSsakan Sano, I shall personally oversee your dealings with the informant Chief Ohira, and accompany you to the smugglers' rendezvous. If you succeed in producing the criminals, the charges will be dropped.
oIf you fail, the death sentence will be enforced "and extended to. include not only both your entire families, but all your close associates as well. Keep this in mind while we carry out your scheme, Ssakan Sano.
Chapter 33
MIDNIGHT. FROM A high bluff beyond the edge of town, Sano looked down at Nagasaki. Darkness covered the city like a quilt upon a restless sleeper. The moon, a translucent white bubble caught in a net of cloud, illuminated warships, barges, and the Dutch vessel in the harbor. Torch flames streaked the waterfront and streets, where troops continued to patrol. Bonfires burned at clifftop fortresses. The war drums beat with increasing urgency. A palpable menace vibrated the warm night, deepening Sano's unease as he turned away from the view and faced his companions.
In a sheltering circle of pines, Hirata squatted motionless, alert for any approaching sound. Supreme Judge Takeda sat on a rock, arms folded, his face in shadow beneath his hat. Judges Segawa and Dazai huddled together, exuding impatience and disapproval.
oWe've waited at least two hours, and still your informant has not arrived, Segawa complained. oYou may as well give up, Ssakan Sano.
oHe'll come, Sano said with more conviction than he felt. Nervously he eyed Supreme Judge Takeda's four retainers, who surrounded the clearing. They were here to either help arrest the smugglers, or to take Sano and Hirata to jail if the plan failed. oMaybe he's having trouble getting out of town. But he'll be here soon.
When summoned to the courtroom "on the pretext of verifying his testimony "Chief Ohira had revealed where the smugglers planned to meet and agreed to take the tribunal there, but his manner had disturbed Sano. Kneeling before the dais, he'd seemed a shadow that might drift away at any moment. His eyes looked straight through everyone, betraying no recognition or emotion. Yet Sano had no choice but to trust Ohira. His life and Hirata's depended on catching the smugglers, to whom Ohira was the only link. To avoid arousing the suspicion of corrupt authorities, Chief Ohira had left the courtroom to go about his usual business until night came. He'd promised to send a servant who would lead them along a secret route to a hidden shelter from which he would take them to the smugglers' meeting place.
For the rest of the day, Sano, Hirata, and the tribunal had remained sequestered in the mansion, under the pretense of conducting a lengthy trial. For secrecy's sake, no one was allowed in or out. Upstairs, Takeda's retainers had guarded Sano and Hirata in case they tried to escape. Servants had bathed them and supplied food, clean clothes, and bedding. Hirata had slept, but Sano had been too tense to rest. He could hear Judges Segawa and Dazai arguing with Takeda. At the front gate, Governor Nagai's envoys frequently inquired about the progress of the trial. Sano watched through the window as Takeda's retain
ers sent them away with the message that the tribunal had not yet reached a decision. Time dragged; the day waned. Sano asked for news of the Dutch ship, and was unhappy to learn that it remained in the harbor, ready to attack. The long wait filled him with worry. Would his enemies guess the plan? Would Ohira renege on his promise?
Then, long after nightfall, Takeda's manservant entered, bearing two plain, dark cloaks and two sets of swords. oMaster says to put these on. It's time.
Sano woke Hirata. They donned the garments and weapons. Takeda's retainers escorted them to the back door, where they found all three judges and Chief Ohira's elderly manservant.
oThis is foolish, Judge Segawa said. He and Dazai glared at Sano. oTakeda-san, these criminals mean to kill us and escape.
Supreme Judge Takeda's eyes shone with a youthful adventurousness that had probably affected his decision. oMy men will make sure they behave. Come.
Sano followed the servant out into the night, with Hirata behind him, the judges and four retainers trailing. Nagasaki, former haven of pirates, rebel conspiracies, and underground Christians, had not yielded all its secrets to Tokugawa law and order. The servant led Sano's party on foot along a circuitous route that only a longtime resident would know, down crooked alleys and through subterranean tunnels, over roofs and under bridges, along the river. They slipped right by patrolling troops. Moving steadily uphill, they left the city and entered the forest. Sano's trepidation gave way to heady excitement while he recalled the successful hunt for the body thieves.
But now, as the night wore on and Ohira still didn't come, Sano's worries revived. Judges Segawa and Dazai muttered angrily. The retainers edged closer to Sano and Hirata. Sano sensed Takeda's impatience; he saw his own doubt reflected in Hirata's eyes. Ghastly images flashed through his mind: a death march to the execution ground; himself and Hirata kneeling before the executioner's sword; troops herding their relatives and friends to the same fate.
Supreme Judge Takeda said, oWe shall wait just a few moments more.
The war drums boomed. Smoke from the bonfires embittered the wind. Then Sano's extra sense roused to a faint disturbance of the atmosphere. His companions stirred, feeling the unseen presence, too. Without a sound, Chief Ohira appeared in the clearing. The moonlight emphasized his waxen pallor. His eyes were blank, sunken pools of darkness, as if filled with the night.
oCome, he said.
He turned and drifted through the forest. Sano, hurrying to keep the almost invisible figure in sight, felt as though he were following a ghost to some netherworld hell. A primitive fear awakened within him. Envisioning demons and monsters, he was glad of Hirata's solid presence beside him. Ohira alternately vanished in the shadows and reappeared, leading the way along forest trails so narrow and crooked they barely existed, up steep paths, and behind a waterfall's silvery curtain. Watchtowers loomed above them. The bonfires flared nearer, brighter. The air grew thinner and colder with increasing altitude, the wind sharper. Fatigue strained Sano's burned legs; his shoulder ached; he gasped for breath. On and up through the darkness they labored.
oA journey to nowhere, led by an idiot, Judge Segawa muttered. oWait until Chamberlain Yanagisawa hears of this.
Suddenly they emerged onto open road. A high stone wall loomed up out of the night. Fierce dragons arched above the carved portals of a gate. Ohira led the party through this and into another world.
The forest had been razed and the ground leveled to create a large plaza open to the sky. Ornamental trees lined gravel paths. Flower beds surrounded rock gardens; frogs sang in a gleaming pond. Arrayed before Sano in imposing grandeur stood worship halls, pavilions, tall stone lanterns, a huge bell in an ornate wooden cage. On roofs, walls, and pillars, carved demons leered, their colors reduced to shades of gray by the moonlight. The pagoda rose like a sculptured shadow above Nagasaki's Chinese Temple: once the sacred domain of a thousand priests, now the lair of Abbot Liu Yun and the smuggling ring.
oI see no lights, Judge Segawa said. oThe place looks deserted. Takeda-san, may we abandon this nonsense now?
But Chief Ohira was moving down a path across the temple precinct. oQuiet, Sano warned. He and Hirata hurried after Ohira. The others trailed. When Ohira abruptly took cover behind a tree, Sano followed suit, motioning for the others to do the same.
Ahead stood the main worship hall, crowned with a snarling lion, the eaves of its massive tile roof upturned like demon wings, huge double doors shadowed by a deep veranda. In front paced a samurai, the silhouette of his swords clearly outlined against the white gravel path. From somewhere beyond him came thumps, scraping sounds, and muffled voices. Excitement sped Sano's pulse. He couldn't make out any words, but he recognized the now-familiar cadence of Dutch, mixed with Japanese. The smugglers must be bringing the goods now. Which barbarian had come with them?
Sano gestured for his companions to accompany him to the back of the worship hall, where the activity seemed centered. He'd taken several steps before noticing that Ohira hadn't moved. The other men, led by Hirata, ran across the garden and hid behind the bell cage. Casting an uneasy glance at the lookout, Sano signaled his party to wait. Then he ran back to Ohira.
oWhat's the matter? he whispered.
oYou don't need me anymore. Ohira turned his face away. oGo, and leave me in peace.
Sano couldn't let the chief stay here alone. Ohira was behaving so strangely; what if he warned the smugglers? oCome on, Sano said, dragging Ohira toward the others.
Moving from tree to rock, rock to statue, and skirting the pagoda, they circled the worship hall. Sano hung on to Ohira, who stumbled and lagged. The noises grew louder, and Sano heard snatches of talk: oCareful, now... don't drop it... When they reached the back of the hall, they hid behind a pavilion with a thatched roof and lattice walls. Stone lanterns flared outside the hall's rear entrance. Two samurai, carrying between them a large wooden crate, staggered up the steps. Another stood on the veranda.
oHurry up, he said. oWe haven't got all night.
oNirin, Hirata whispered.
The men carried the crate through the open doors and into the hall's brightly lit interior.
oI see I've not misjudged you, Ssakan Sano, Judge Takeda said. His colleagues murmured a grudging assent. Takeda and the retainers drew their swords. oIt will be our pleasure to help capture these criminals.
oWait, Sano cautioned, seeing lights beyond the left side of the hall. Through a gate in the temple wall came a parade of samurai, some lugging crates, others holding torches. From the opposite direction, two more samurai led a group of cloaked, hatted men without swords. They all converged on the hall's entrance, where Nirin beckoned impatiently.
oLet them get inside, Sano whispered, counting at least ten samurai outside the hall. How many more were inside? The unarmed commoners might not pose much threat, but still his party was outnumbered. Sano doubted whether the smugglers would surrender any more easily than Miochin and the body thieves had. He expected Ohira to be useless in a battle, Judges Segawa and Dazai not much better. That left Takeda "an old man; Hirata "exhausted after three days as a fugitive; four retainers of questionable swordsmanship skill; and himself, with his wounds. The element of surprise was their only advantage.
The new arrivals entered the hall. Nirin followed, closing the door. One samurai remained on the veranda as a lookout. The chants of frogs and crickets filled the sudden hush. Sano said, oTakeda-san, you and I and two of your retainers will storm the door. Hirata, take the other two and go around front. Clear the entrance. Wait until you hear me, then come in.
Hirata and his team slipped away into the darkness. oWhat about us? Judge Segawa said, cowering beside Dazai. oWe don't want to go in there. Pointing to Chief Ohira, he added, oAnd what about him?
Sano made a quick decision. oYou stay here. He would have no time to defend them, and he didn't trust the chief not to sabotage the raid. oMake sure Ohira doesn't leave. And keep him quiet.
oHow will we get past the sentry? Takeda a
sked.
Sano picked up a rock. He heaved it into the darkness to the right of the hall, wincing at the pain in his shoulder. The rock landed with a clatter. This was the oldest trick in history, but it worked. The sentry turned toward the sound, then went to investigate. Sano crept out from behind the pavilion and followed.
In a garden, the sentry stood with his back to Sano, looking for the source of the noise. Sano stole up behind the sentry and clapped both hands hard against the man's ears. The sentry reeled, then collapsed, unconscious. Sano untied the man's sash, tore it into three lengths, then bound and gagged him. Hopefully Hirata was having similar luck with the sentry at the front door. Sano returned to Takeda.
oLet's go.
Keeping watch for more lookouts, Sano crossed the open space outside the worship hall. He tiptoed up the steps. The other men joined him on the veranda. He cracked open the heavy carved door and peered inside. In the hall's vast interior, lanterns hung from the coffered ceiling. Their smoky golden light gleamed upon red-lacquered pillars, statues of scowling guardian deities, and brilliantly colored murals depicting a Chinese paradise of castles, lakes, and forests. Candles burned on the altar, where a many-armed Buddha sat enthroned amid gilt flames and sacred lotus. Twelve samurai, whom Sano recognized as Deshima guards, were prying the lids off four crates. The ten commoners had shed their hats and cloaks, revealing shaven heads, tattooed arms and legs: gangsters.
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