by Fuyumi Ono
"Yes?"
There were six of them. At a glance, they seemed like ordinary men, but there was an air of danger about them. Unconsciously, Rangyoku took a step back.
One of the men shut the door and stood in front of it, blocking the way.
"Who are you? What are you doing--?"
Her inquiry cut off mid-sentence. A man produced a dagger from inside his jacket. Rangyoku screamed and spun around. Heavy footsteps pounded after her. Her arms were pinned from behind.
"What are you--"
A hand covered her mouth. The man holding her nodded to the others. The men positioned themselves next to the door.
What is going on? Who are these men?
The light footsteps padded down the hallway. It was Keikei. Rangyoku's eyes opened wide. The door started to open. In the same instant, she twisted free with all her might and screamed, "Keikei! Run!"
Her feet were scooped out from under her and she crashed to the floor. She lifted her head and looked at the doorway. Her small sibling stood there petrified.
"Run! Keikei, Run!"
With startled eyes, Keikei turned to run, but the men closed on him faster. One effortlessly dragged Keikei toward him and struck him with his fist. No, not a fist, he was holding a knife in his hand.
"What's this!" came Enho's voice, and the sound of his feet.
At the same time, her eyes fell on Keikei body, like he had just decided to sit down. Right above his belt, the handle of the knife.
"Keikei!"
Something struck her hard in the back. Rangyoku screamed and curled into a ball. At the same time came a shooting pain and she screamed again.
She raised her head and saw Keikei kneeling there, his head almost touching the floor, and Enho running up behind him.
"Enho! Keikei!"
Before Enho reached Keikei, the men rushed at him and grabbed his arms. Enho shook himself free, knelt and picked up Keikei's body. With remarkable strength, he clasped Keikei against his chest, cast her a glance that spoke volumes, and headed toward the courtyard.
"Enho . . . run . . . . "
A man blocked his way. With Keikei still in his arms, Enho turned and ran in the direction of the study, the men in pursuit.
Why? Why is this happening?
Keikei.
Rangyoku planted her hands and got to her feet. Swaying, she turned toward the doorway.
Enho.
She heard the sounds of running, the pounding of footsteps from deep within the rike. She dug her fingernails into the walls and staggered down the corridor, gripping the handrail. Should she rush outside to get help? She hesitated, then continued on down the hallway, clinging to the railing.
Keikei.
She ran with a lurching jog, ignoring the burning pain in her back. She came to the walk between the guest room and the study and found Keikei and Enho lying there on the floor.
"Enho!"
"Rangyoku, get away from here!"
"But!" She looked down at her brother crumpled on the floor. The small pool of blood was growing. Keikei didn't move, not for her cries, not for her tears.
This can't be happening.
"Rangyoku!"
She came back to her senses. The men rushed at them, weapons in hand. Instinctively, she turned and ran sluggishly down the corridor. A blade struck her in the back, the impact driving her to her knees. She rolled to the floor, picked herself up, ran on. The weapons slashed at her feet, slammed against the back of her neck. She stumbled into the closest doorway.
Safe haven.
It was the guest room. Her eyes fell on the door to the bedroom. She reached out and crawled toward it.
The lock.
As Rangyoku opened the door and plunged inside, she felt another sharp shock of pain in her back. Ah, she sighed. Something warm flowed down from the back of her neck and across her chest. She grabbed hold of a shelf and collapsed, unable to support herself. A small box tumbled off the shelf and fell open next to her.
It's Youshi's, she thought listlessly. What a strange girl. Now there'll be nobody at the rike at all. Enho will be lonely.
"Enho!"
She'd left him behind. What would become of him now?
What did we ever do to them?
The sight of her brother lying in a pool of blood pained her far more than her own blood gathering around her. He was still so small. Such a good kid. The only person left in her family. When their parents had died, they had joined hands and gone on living together.
What a sad kingdom this was. Being born in Kei was such a pitiful fate. Kei had killed their parents, had tried to banish her, and in the end even pursued them to this orphanage, where at last they had made a peaceful life for themselves. Kei was in such chaos that hoodlums and thieves had a free rein.
Youshi, Rangyoku thought, unconsciously tightening her grip on the small square of cloth in the palm of her hand. Strike down Keikei's killers. Show them no mercy.
There was a hard object in the cloth. Dazed, she stared at her hand and saw gold glimmering between her fingers.
What's this?
A golden seal with an engraved face.
What's it doing here?
Heavy footsteps approached. Rangyoku tightened her grip around it, to hide it from the assassins. A second, a third sharp pain pierced her back.
The Imperial Seal of the Royal Kei.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Help us, Youshi. Please. The way you saved us from the Kyuuki.
Save us, and save the people of Kei.
Chapter 55
"You may leave."
Keiki spoke softly to his shirei. The two youma wordlessly vanished. Kokei and Hokui were visible not too far off in the distance. As usual, they had alighted in a forest a safe remove from the highway.
Keiki's lord stood next to him, sullen and silent. What kind of person is the Marquis of Baku? she had asked.
Something happened in Takuhou. He did not know what she'd heard there, but when she came to where he was waiting outside the city, that was the question she'd posed to him. Keiki hadn't entered the city. The smell of death was too overwhelming.
Youko had returned in something of a rage. He hadn't inquired of the shirei who'd accompanied her as to the specifics of the situation. He had no idea why Her Highness asked such a question with such vehemence, and she wouldn't reveal her real intentions.
"Your Highness has been fully informed, has she not?"
"I haven't. That's why I asked."
"You dismissed Koukan knowing nothing of his temperament?"
Youko had no ready answer.
"I recommended to Your Highness that she act only after making a thorough investigation, that she not rely solely on the word of her ministers. And yet, at this juncture, you pose such a question to me?"
"And investigations were done. Koukan refused to cooperate with the pretender because he had designs on the throne. He envied me and tried to assassinate me. The plot was revealed and he fled."
"Yes, that is how things stand."
"But now I hear that Koukan is beloved by the people of Baku."
"And I have heard such things as well."
"Then why wasn't I told!"
"I shall look into the matter. However, had I deigned to defend Koukan, would Your Highness have listened to me?"
Youko again was at a loss for words.
"In terms of protecting Koukan, I asked on many occasions that Your Highness reconsider his dismissal. Did you not value the words of the ministers over my advice? I said I did not think Koukan was the man being so described. Why ask me at this late date, having already dismissed him?"
"What do you think of him?"
"He struck me as a capable man, though I have only met him twice. That was the impression he left upon me."
"Dammit, Keiki!"
"Shall I take that to mean you have amended your opinion of him? Among others, you have the words of the ministers, the testimony of the witnesses, and my own advice.
Did you not consider all points of view?"
"Enough already," she spat.
Traveling from Takuhou to Kokei, she didn't say another word. And now she stared sullenly at Kokei.
"Your Highness, the gates are closing."
"I know," she growled.
"Is Your Highness upset with me?"
She was standing with her back to him. "No." She shook her head. "I'm just pissed at myself."
Keiki sighed. His words were not sufficient. It was not that he was sparing with his words, but that they were never appropriate to the moment. Only afterwards would he realize their insufficiency.
"I do apologize."
"It's not your fault." She glanced back at him, a confused smile rising to her face. "Sorry for losing my temper. You know me, flying off at the handle at all."
"I should have said more."
"Naw. I wouldn't have listened. Sorry about all that. Let's go."
The expression on his lord's face urged him on, and briefly Keiki found himself smiling. The resolute heart of a forgiving lord gave him much cause to rejoice. But at the same time, his thoughts were tinged with longing and regret.
No, said that youthful and dearly-missed voice. I won't jump to conclusions. Better to ask you directly. Keiki stared at the darkening indigo heavens. That kingdom over yonder skies.
Youko thought as they walked back to Kokei, I am so incomplete in so many ways. And not trusting Keiki was first on the list.
"You heading back?" she asked as they passed through the gate.
Keiki looked up at the sky. "I believe there is enough time to say hello to Enho. I will return afterwards."
"That's the kind of guy Enho is, huh?"
"Indeed he is." A worried look flashed across his face. "He was originally from Baku. A man well versed in the Way, in logic and in reason. To tell the truth, I received a request from the Marquis. There were those who envied Enho's popularity and the great regard in which he was held, and wished him harm. Consequently, I received a communique from the Marquis requesting that he be transferred to Ei Province."
"From Koukan. I see."
And fearing that Youko nursed a grudge against him, Keiki had not revealed this to her. Considering all this, she laughed in self-derision. I really do have some ways to go.
Turning these thoughts on her mind, she turned the corner adjacent the rike and continued on several paces when Keiki suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"What is it?"
"I smell . . . blood," he said, his forehead deeply furrowing.
Youko examined their surroundings. It was a town in winter and the streets were deserted.
"You're kidding." She felt a thump in her heart and took off running. She ran through the gate into the rike, sprinted into the main hall and froze.
Drops of blood dotted the floor.
The living room was empty. She felt no other presence in the rike.
"Rangyoku! Keikei!"
The trail of blood continued on down the hallway.
"Enho!"
She ran toward the back of the rike. At her feet, a youma appeared, saying, "The enemy is not here." She acknowledged the voice and kept running. Turning a corner, she found Keikei, collapsed in the corridor.
"Keikei!"
Youko raced up to him and fell to her knees. A knife was buried deeply in the small body. When she touched him, there seemed to be no energy left in his body at all.
"Keikei!"
"Do not try to move him." Youko looked back at Keiki's grimacing face. "There is still breath in him. Hyouki, take the child to Kinpa Palace."
"We won't make it in time," the low voice said.
But Keiki nodded and said anyway, "If the occasion requires it, I shall carry him and go on ahead."
"By your command," came the gruff answer.
The red panther materialized beneath Keikei's body and hoisted the child onto its back. At the same time, a woman with white feathered arms appeared and bore him up.
Youko said, "Hyouki, Kaiko, please do this for me."
She looked around. The blood continued on into the guest quarters. Following the trail, she arrived at her own room. The floor was smeared with blood and gore. In the face of the horror, Keiki faltered and could not proceed.
"Keiki, don't push yourself. Get out of here."
"But--"
"Look after Keikei for me. Get him to a doctor. There's not a moment to lose."
"Yes, but--"
Heedlessly, Youko entered the living room. She noticed that the door to the bedroom was open and headed toward it. Inside was the body of a girl.
"Rangyoku!"
Youko ran up to her, put her hand on her shoulder, and immediately withdrew it. She covered her face with her hands. "Why?"
Rangyoku was dead.
Youko couldn't begin to imagine who could hate Keikei and Rangyoku enough to kill them. Rangyoku's back was covered with countless wounds. She could not begin to grasp a reason for such brutality.
"Why did this happen?" She tore at her hair and then suddenly lifted her head. "Enho?"
"He is not here," said Hankyo.
"Not here?"
"Nowhere in the rike. I have searched every nook and cranny. Neither Enho nor his corpse."
"How do you know?"
"I smell three different bloods. He would seem to have been wounded. I conclude he was kidnaped."
Youko bit her lip. Several nights before, a number of men had surrounded the rike. Perhaps men who had come to see Enho, men with dark faces. Perhaps men from Takuhou. It wouldn't necessarily have changed anything if she had been able to connect the dots, but it grieved her that she hadn't been able to protect them.
"Rangyoku, I'm sorry," she said, stroking her back.
Youko straightened Rangyoku's tangled hair. Her hands were clasped together beneath her body. It struck Youko as such a piteous posture that she pulled her arms out from under her. Her right hand was tightly curled into a fist. From the shape of her fist, it was obvious she was holding onto something. Youko took hold of the still warm hand and gently pried open the fingers. The golden seal tumbled out.
"Oh, Rangyoku."
Youko looked at the seal and at Rangyoku with wide eyes. In the end, had she grasped what it meant? She wouldn't have had time check the impression on the seal. Even if she had, with her wounds, and the fact that the impression was the mirror-image of the characters themselves, would have made reading it difficult, if not impossible.
As Youko pondered this, she also considered the significance of how Rangyoku had hidden it, beneath her body, trying to keep it from being discovered. And the only people she could be hiding it from could have been the killers. But why had she hidden it? Because it belonged to Youko, because it was made out of gold. Or both.
"Rangyoku . . . thank you." She didn't want to cry, but couldn't hold back the tears. "I am so sorry."
If she hadn't left the rike, she could have protected them.
"Hankyo, where is Keiki?"
"Returning to the palace."
Youko nodded. At the very least, Keikei alone must survive. If he did not, mere condolences would hardly be enough.
A child also died in Takuhou.
Biting her lip, Youko looked down at Rangyoku. She bowed her head to the floor. "This sorry excuse for an empress truly begs your forgiveness."
Part XV
moonless night. The wind roared. Not a light was on in the rike. Youko sat listlessly in the empty main hall. Keiki had transformed into a unicorn and was bearing Keikei to the palace. Keikei was still alive. But whether or not he could be saved depended on the doctors.
Hyouki said, "The Taiho is not well."
Youko nodded.
"What happened here?" the town manager had asked, when he saw Rangyoku's body. He covered his face with his hands. "And Keikei and Enho?"
"They're not here," was Youko's only reply.
What would she do if he died? And if he lived, how would she explain his sister's death? An
d Enho's absence?
The elders didn't have to say, "You should have been here." She knew that well enough herself. If she'd been here, three people would not have met such terrible fates.
She said to Hyouki, "Please tell Keiki I'm thankful for all he's done. Take all due care with Keikei."
"By your command. What shall be your next move?"
"I'm going to look for Enho."
"Empress--"
"I do have some idea about what I'm doing. No matter what, I will find Enho and apprehend the brigands who did this."
"The Taiho will worry."
"Tell Keiki he can rest assured I won't do anything reckless, but I just can't sit around here twiddling my thumbs."
"That is what I shall communicate to him."
"Thanks. I appreciate it."
Hyouki's voice ceased. In the dead calm, the sound of wind filled the main hall. There was no one here to light the fires. The girl who worked so diligently keeping the coals stoked and the warm steam rising from the stove, she was not here. She would never return again.
Youko picked up the sword she had cast onto a nearby chair. The Suiguu-tou, the Water Monkey Sword, Imperial Regalia of the Kingdom of Kei.
The great power of a youma's soul was sealed into its blade and scabbard. If she could master it well, the sword would show her the past, the present, and the future, and that which was far from her. The sword could also read the human heart.
Youko drew out the sword far enough to expose the blade and stared at the gleaming steel. This sword had, in fact, been smelted from water, and changed its shape according to the lord who possessed it. The Royal Tatsu created the Suiguu-tou. At first, the sword had no scabbard, and resembled a long-handled scimitar. The Royal Tatsu christened it the Suikan-tou, or the Water Smelted Sword. Knowing of its powers to befuddle its lord, the Royal Tatsu later fashioned a scabbard to bind it. Since naming it the Suiguu-tou, its shape had changed with each new monarch. Now it rested in her hands as a plain sword.
Even as an axe, or a stave, the scabbard must attend to that shape. Without the scabbard, it had the mysterious power to turn on its owner. Yet Youko had lost the original scabbard, leaving only its dead shell behind. The scabbard in its current form had already proved incapable of sealing the sword's power.
