The Cloud Pavilion si-14

by Laura Joh Rowland

  "Remember that you're supporting thousands of retainers, including the Tokugawa army," Yanagisawa said.

  "Ahh." The shogun hunched his back, momentarily weighed down by the thought of his financial responsibilities. "Well, if I need more money, can't you make me some more?"

  "It's not that easy," Sano said. "The yield from the gold and silver mines has been decreasing. We can't just mint more coins."

  "Much of Japan's wealth has left the country with foreign traders who sell us goods from abroad," Yanagisawa added.

  The shogun pouted. "Then why not just, ahh, debase the coinage again?"

  That drastic measure had been undertaken six years ago, when coins had been collected, melted down, and alloyed with base metal to reduce their gold and silver content, thereby increasing the supply of currency.

  "We can't do that too often," Sano said.

  "It has the unfortunate side effect of raising the price of goods," Yanagisawa explained.

  "Why should I care?" the shogun said, confused and vexed.

  "Many citizens won't be able to afford food," Yanagisawa said. "There will be famine. You don't want that, do you?"

  "No, but I still want to go to Nikko." The shogun's face took on the peevish expression that presaged a tantrum that would end with him threatening to execute Sano and Yanagisawa.

  "The people need you to take care of them," Sano said. "That's your duty according to Confucius." The shogun was an enthusiast of the Chinese sage whose philosophy had strongly influenced Japa nese government. "Therefore, you must be frugal. As shogun, you're not just a dictator; you're virtually a god, with the power to be generous and merciful."

  "I guess I am," the shogun said, preening at this glorified image of himself. In a tone lofty with self-sacrifice he said, "I shall postpone my trip for the sake of doing what's right."

  Yanagisawa raised an eyebrow at Sano, suggesting that Sano had laid it on a bit thick, but he didn't complain. No one else in the room would look at them or anyone else. "That's admirable of you, Your Excellency. We must all bow to your superior judgment."

  The shogun beamed. Everybody else relaxed. But his mood suddenly darkened. "What is this world coming to?" he lamented. "I'm running out of money. I'm so anxious about the future. When I die, what will become of my regime?"

  "Don't worry, you're still young," Sano said. But the shogun's demise was something that everyone in the regime feared. When the reins of a dictatorship changed hands, so could the fate of everyone inside it change for the worse.

  "The court astrologer says that the stars predict a long life for you," Yanagisawa said. Had the astrologer predicted anything else, he'd have been executed. And Yanagisawa knew as well as Sano did that they must calm the shogun down or anxiety could bring about another serious, perhaps fatal, illness.

  "Everyone dies someday," the shogun said, refusing to be soothed. "And I seem, ahh, destined to go without an heir to carry on my bloodline!" This was a constant source of grief for him. "Ahh, how fate has worked against me."

  No one dared point out that his own sexual preference for men had worked against his chances of fathering a son. "There's still time," Sano said, hiding his own doubt.

  "Perhaps you could make a special prayer to the gods," Yanagisawa said.

  The shogun flapped his hands at the idea. "Nothing I do seems to work. I established laws to protect animals, I build temples." Nobody dared suggest the direct, obvious solution to the problem. "And what good has it all done? My wife is an invalid." She was confined to the women's quarters and rarely seen. "My only son died." Rumor said that the boy, born by one of the palace concubines, wasn't the shogun's. "And my daughter doesn't seem likely to bear a child." The identity of her father was also a matter of speculation, although not in the shogun's hearing. "What have I done to deserve such misfortune?" the shogun wailed.

  Before Sano or Yanagisawa could reply, his mood took another turn. "Perhaps it's not my fault. Perhaps I've done wrong because of bad advice from other people."

  His glare accused everyone in the room, then focused on Sano and Yanagisawa.

  "Chamberlain Yanagisawa has given you the wisest, soundest advice that anyone could," Sano hurried to say.

  "So has Chamberlain Sano," said Yanagisawa. "He's devoted his life to your service."

  "Oh?" The shogun narrowed his eyes at Sano. "Then what's this I hear about you investigating a crime that I never authorized you to investigate? The abduction of your uncle's daughter, I understand?"

  Sano felt the bad wind of the shogun's pique blow harder in his direction. "It's a family matter. I assure you that it has not interfered with my duty to you." But the case had taken time away from his official duties, and the shogun was a jealous man. "May I ask how you heard about the investigation?"

  "Yoritomo told me," the shogun said.

  Sano glanced at Yanagisawa, who frowned as though genuinely dismayed by his son's actions. "My duty to you is my top priority," Sano assured the shogun. "Should you need anything, I'll drop whatever I'm doing and rush to your aid."

  "So will I," Yanagisawa said. "Trust us, Your Excellency, and everything will be fine."

  "Well…" The shogun vacillated, torn between the pleasure of indulging in hysterics and his liking for peace, passivity, and indolence. "All right. But if I decide that either of you has served me ill…"

  He didn't need to complete the sentence. Everyone knew that the penalty for displeasing him was death by ritual suicide.

  "Enough of all this business, I'm tired," he said. "This meeting is adjourned."

  When Reiko climbed out of her palanquin in the Zj Temple district, Lieutenant Tanuma held an umbrella over her head to shield her from the rain. He opened the gate of Keiaiji Convent for her, and she lifted the hem of her robe as she walked through the wet garden in her high-soled sandals. The pine trees filled the air with their fresh, resinous scent; their heavy green boughs dripped. The abbess came out on the veranda to greet Reiko.

  "May I see Tengu-in again?" Reiko said. "I'm hoping she'll be able to tell me more than she did yesterday."

  Now that Chiyo and Fumiko had failed to identify either of the two suspects as their kidnapper, Sano had run out of leads. Questioning the nun one more time was the only way that Reiko could think of to help him.

  The abbess's pleasant expression shifted into a frown of concern. "Tengu-in is weaker than when you saw her. Today she hasn't left her bed. I doubt she'll talk to you."

  Reiko feared that her previous visit had caused Tengu-in's turn for the worse, but she said, "Please, I must try."

  "Very well." The abbess sounded resigned; she knew she couldn't deny a request backed by Sano's authority.

  Inside, the convent was quiet; the nuns and novices had left to pray in the temples or do charity work among the poor. The corridor down which Reiko walked was a dim tunnel that echoed with her footsteps and the patter of rain on the roof. Flies buzzed somewhere in the building. Reiko experienced a sudden stab of premonition.

  She hastened toward the bedchamber. She ran through the door, breathless with sudden fright, and stopped.

  The bed where Tengu-in had lain yesterday was empty, the quilt flung off the mattress. The buzzing was louder here. Reiko glanced around the chamber. She noticed a low wooden table placed in the middle of the floor. A tall, square wicker basket lay on its side near the table as if it had tumbled off. Reiko lifted her eyes above them and saw bare, withered feet dangling.

  Her heart clenched; her breath caught as her gaze traveled upward and she discovered what had become of Tengu-in.

  The nun's emaciated body, clad in its hemp robe, hung from the ceiling. The stout leather cord of her rosary was looped around her neck and tied to an exposed rafter. Tension had drawn the beads deep into her flesh, which was lividly bruised. Her head had fallen sideways; her face was bloated and purplish, the lips parted to reveal the swollen tongue caught between the teeth. Flies buzzed around the blood that trickled from her mouth.

 
A shrill scream blared. At first Reiko thought it was her own, involuntary reaction to the horrid spectacle of death. Then she turned and saw a young novice standing in the doorway, stricken by horror. The novice's face turned white, went blank. She swayed, then crumpled to the floor in a dead faint.

  24

  After their meeting with the shogun, Sano and Yanagisawa walked together, beneath the roof of an open corridor that joined two wings of the palace. Marume and Fukida trailed them. Silvery rain threaded down outside. The palace grounds were a blur of gray and green in which birds chirped, figures under umbrellas moved, and distant voices called.

  "Another crisis averted," Yanagisawa said. "Good work, Sano-san."

  "You, too," Sano said.

  "In case you're wondering: I didn't put Yoritomo up to telling the shogun about your investigation. He did it on his own. My apologies."

  Sano saw no sign that Yanagisawa was lying. And Yoritomo had reason to do him a bad turn without anyone else's urging. "I gladly accept your apology." What else could Sano do until he knew Yanagisawa's intentions? Sano wasn't afraid to strike first, but he would rather not maneuver in the dark.

  "By the way," Yanagisawa said, "I heard about your clever experiment at Edo Jail yesterday. I'm sorry it didn't work."

  "So am I." Once again Sano was impressed with how fast Yanagisawa received news. Now he saw a chance to fish for clues about the meeting that Toda and Masahiro witnessed. "Speaking of Yoritomo, I've tried to make amends to him for what happened last year, but he won't even talk to me."

  "He's young, and the young take things too hard. Give him time," Yanagisawa said reasonably. "He'll get over it."

  "Maybe he would be willing to let bygones be bygones if he had something new to think about." Sano hinted, "Maybe he needs a wife?"

  Yanagisawa's calm expression didn't change, although he paused for an instant before he said casually, "I suppose Yoritomo will marry someday."

  The space of that instant held everything Sano wanted to know, like a jar whose contents are hidden from view by its thick ceramic walls.

  "Someday soon?" Sano prompted.

  "Not in the foreseeable future. We're waiting for the right match."

  Sano wondered if the young woman that Yanagisawa and Yoritomo had met yesterday had turned out not to be the right one. If so, which side had refused? Who was she? Sano could feel Yanagisawa wondering whether Sano had learned about the miai, although Yanagisawa didn't ask.

  Another question occurred to Sano. "If Yoritomo were to marry, would the shogun mind?"

  "Not at all," Yanagisawa said, perfectly matter-of-fact, perfectly at ease. "I've discussed it with His Excellency. He agrees that my son must carry on our family line, in keeping with tradition. His Excellency is fond of tradition. And as long as Yoritomo remains available to him, he has no objection to a marriage."

  That was the custom for male lovers: Marriage for either or both didn't disrupt their relationship.

  "When I make a match for Yoritomo, you'll be the first to know," Yanagisawa said. As they continued along the corridor, a group of officials approached them. Polite bows and greetings were exchanged. After the group passed, Yanagisawa said, "What's the next step in your investigation?"

  Sano noted how skillfully and quickly Yanagisawa had changed the subject. Now he was sure that the miai was part of some plan that Yanagisawa wanted to hide. But he couldn't press the issue without revealing that he knew about the miai because he had Yanagisawa under surveillance.

  "I'll keep looking for the kidnapper," Sano said.

  They parted in mutual good cheer that was false on at least one side. As Marume and Fukida joined Sano, a servant from his estate came running toward them.

  "Excuse me, Honorable Chamberlain," the servant said. "There's a message from Lady Reiko. She begs you to meet her at Keiaiji Convent right away. She says a nun is dead!"

  When Sano, Hirata, Marume, and Fukida rode up to the convent, they found Reiko pacing the street outside the wall in a fever of anxiety while Lieutenant Tanuma hurried back and forth beside her with an umbrella.

  "What happened?" Sano said as he and his men jumped off their horses.

  "Tengu-in hanged herself." Reiko tried not to cry. "I found her."

  Sano shook his head. The other men looked as appalled as he was. Had the nun been so distressed by the kidnapping and rape that she'd taken her own life? Sano was also dismayed that Reiko had been first on the scene.

  "What were you doing here?" he asked.

  "I wanted to see if she could tell me any more about the man who kidnapped her." Reiko spoke with sorrow and regret. "Now she never can."

  Sano, Hirata, and the detectives strode into the convent; Reiko hurried to keep up with them. Sano said, "Where is Tengu-in's body?"

  "Right where I found it," Reiko said. "I told her people to leave everything as it was until you came."

  At least the death scene was intact, Sano thought.

  The abbess, the novice that Sano had spoken to on his previous visit, and some nuns hovered in the corridor. The novice sobbed in the abbess's arms. "I only left her for a moment," she wailed. "I never thought she would do something like this."

  The abbess shushed her. Everyone moved aside to let Sano pass. He and his group crossed the threshold of the bedchamber and gathered around Tengu-in's suspended corpse. Sano expelled his breath in a harsh sigh as they contemplated her limp body and her swollen, lifeless face that swarmed with flies.

  "Are we sure this was suicide?" Marume asked.

  That had been one of the questions on Sano's mind. He surveyed the room. "It looks as if she pushed the table under the rafter, but she couldn't reach the rafter because the table was too low."

  Hirata continued Sano's reconstruction of the events that had led to the death. "So she fetched the basket, put it on top of the table, and climbed on it."

  "I would have thought she was too weak to manage that. If only I'd gotten here sooner," Reiko said.

  "The will to die can be stronger than the will to live," Hirata pointed out.

  "That rosary belongs to her." Sano's gaze took in the leather cord that suspended Tengu-in from the ceiling, the brown jade beads now embedded in flesh, a holy object now profaned. "I saw her praying with it when I was here the first time." He pictured the frail old woman struggling to tie the rosary to the rafter and around her neck.

  Hirata continued, "She kicked away the basket, and…"

  He didn't need to finish the sentence. Everyone could imagine the basket tumbling to the floor, the rafter creaking under the sudden weight, the crack of Tengu-in's neck snapping, her body swinging.

  Sano looked around the room, at the bed. "I don't see any signs of violence."

  "I asked the abbess, the novice, and the nuns if they'd seen anyone inside the convent who didn't belong here," Reiko said. "They said no. And I don't think they did this."

  "Then it was suicide," Sano concluded.

  He'd considered the possibility that Tengu-in had been killed by the man who'd kidnapped her. That would have prevented her from ever revealing clues to his identity. Now Sano was as disturbed about her death as he would have been had it not been suicide. The suffering that the rapist had caused Tengu-in had led to her death.

  "This isn't just a matter of kidnapping and rape anymore," Sano said grimly. "This is murder."

  Hirata, Reiko, and the detectives nodded solemnly. Everyone knew that the investigation had just taken on more urgent importance. Sano thought of Chiyo and Fumiko, still suffering the consequences from the crimes. Would they choose suicide, too?

  He gave the nun one last look, then said to Marume and Fukida, "Take her down."

  Marume stepped up on the table. He gingerly supported Tengu-in's body while Fukida drew his sword and sliced through the rosary. Beads fell from the cut cord, pattered and rolled on the floor. Marume eased the nun down and laid her on the bed. Reiko pulled the quilt over her, and covered her face.

  The abbess entered t
he room. "May we prepare her for her funeral?"

  Her face was so drawn by grief that Sano hated to deny her request. "Not just yet," he said. "I'm sending her to Edo Morgue."

  "Edo Morgue?" Surprise lifted the abbess's eyebrows to her shaved hairline. "But surely there's no need." Her voice expressed distaste for the morgue and offense that Sano would send a woman of Tengu-in's rank to a place mainly associated with dead commoners.

  "She was a victim of a crime. Therefore, it's the law," Sano said. "Formalities must be observed."

  He couldn't tell the abbess the real reason he wanted the nun's body sent to Edo Morgue. And she couldn't refuse. Her mouth tightened with displeasure, but she nodded. "When the formalities are done, will you send her home so that we can lay her properly to rest?"

  "Yes," Sano said, although he might have to break his word.

  Hired porters carried the nun's corpse on a litter to the morgue, which was located inside Edo Jail. Sano went there by a circuitous, less public route.

  After sending Reiko home, he rode to her father's house in the official district near Edo Castle. Inside, he changed his silk garments for the plain cotton clothing he kept there for occasions when he wanted to travel incognito. Then he rode through the city on an oxcart with three convicted criminals. Escorted by troops who belonged to his father-in-law the magistrate, he climbed off the cart inside the gates of Edo Jail.

  The troops led Sano past the dungeon to the morgue, a low building with a roof made of sparse, decomposing thatch. The damp weather had given the morgue a new film of green mold since Sano had last seen it, a touch of life in this squalid place.

  Sano's arrival coincided with that of the porters bearing Tengu-in's body on the litter. Dr. Ito, custodian of the morgue, stepped out of the building. He was in his eighties, a tall man with thick white hair, his eyes shrewd above the high cheekbones of his narrow, ascetic face. He wore the traditional dark blue coat of his profession. The porters carried the litter into the building, then departed. The troops left to wait outside the jail until Sano was ready to be taken back to the magistrate's estate. As Dr. Ito recognized Sano, his bushy white eyebrows lifted in surprise.