The Concubine's Tattoo Part 18

A squadron of mounted samurai rode sedately along the highway on Edo's western outskirts. The Tokugawa triple-hollyhock crest decorated the horses' equipage, banners mounted on poles attached to the riders' backs, and the huge black palanquin that followed. The open windows of the palanquin framed two faces.

Lady Keisho-in, her double chin bobbing in time with the bearers' steps, gazed out at the landscape."Beautiful!" she exclaimed, admiring the scarlet-and-gold foliage of the woods and the misty hills beyond. Her powdered and rouged face wore a gap-toothed smile. "I can't wait to see the site of the future Tokugawa Dog Kennels. Are we almost there?"

The man seated opposite in the sedan chair watched Lady Keisho-in. He had a handsome profile, with a high brow, long nose, heavy-lidded eyes, and the full, curved lips of a Buddha statue. His shaven scalp accentuated the sculpted bones of his head. At age forty-two, Priest Ryuko had been Lady Keisho-in's companion and spiritual leader for ten years. His a.s.sociation with her made him the highest-ranking cleric in j.a.pan, as well as indirect adviser to Tokugawa Tsunayos.h.i.+. Ryuko had suggested this outing, as he had many other past schemes. Despite the cold, damp weather, Keisho-in had acquiesced, as she usually did. He'd convinced her that it was necessary for her to inspect the building of the kennels, a special project of theirs.

Yet Ryuko harbored another, more personal motive. The kennels wouldn't be completed for several years, and in any case, their construction didn't require Lady Keisho-in's help. Ryuko had important business to discuss with her, away from Edo Castle and its many spies. Her future-and, therefore, his-might depend on the outcome of the investigation into Lady Harume's murder. They must protect their mutual interests.

"We shall arrive soon," Ryuko said, tucking the quilts more comfortably around Lady Keisho-in. He warmed her gnarled old hands in his strong ones, murmuring, "Patience," as much to himself as to her.

Keisho-in preened under Ryuko's attentions. Presently the palanquin rounded a curve in the road, and Ryuko ordered the bearers to stop. He helped Lady Keisho-in out, throwing a padded cloak over her shoulders. To the east, fields led to a village of thatched huts; beyond, the city, invisible beneath a heavy pall of fog, extended to the Sumida River. On the west side of the road, a huge expanse of forest had been reduced to a wasteland of jagged stumps. Woodcutters hacked down more trees, the ring of their axes echoing over the hills. Peasants sawed logs and hauled away branches, while samurai foremen directed the work. A team of architects consulted plans drawn on huge sheets of paper. The sweet, pungent smell of wet sawdust filled the air. Lady Keisho-in gasped with awe.

"Wonderful!" Leaning on Ryuko's arm, she stepped off the road and minced toward the construction site.

As laborers knelt and bowed at her approach and the architects came to pay their respects, Ryuko signaled everyone to return to work. He wanted noise to mask his conversation with Lady Keisho-in. But first the guided tour, to fulfill the ostensible purpose of the expedition.

"Here will be the main entrance, with statues of dogs at the door," Ryuko said, leading Lady Keisho-in to the eastern edge of the clearing. Slowly he walked her around the site. "Here will be rooms to house cages for twenty thousand dogs. The walls will be decorated with paintings of woods and fields, so that the animals can feel that they are outdoors."

"Perfect!" exclaimed Lady Keisho-in, her eyes goggling. "I can see it all now."

As the tour proceeded, Ryuko divided his concentration in two parts, according to long-standing habit. With the larger part he focused on Lady Keisho-in, watching for signs that she might be getting cold or tired, antic.i.p.ating her need for flattery. Since his fortune depended on their relations.h.i.+p, he couldn't afford to displease her. With the remainder of his mind he watched himself, monitoring his performance. He saw a slender holy man shod in modest wooden sandals, wearing a padded brown silk cloak over his saffron robe. His gaze had a wise, penetrating intensity that he'd practiced in the mirror until it became natural. His manner was dignified, his voice suavely cultivated. No trace remained of his humble origin.

Orphaned at age eight, Ryuko had come to Edo to seek his fortune. He'd found refuge at Zojo Temple, where the priests had fed, sheltered, clothed, and educated him. At fifteen, he'd taken religious vows. However, his tragic youthful experiences had endowed him with two contradictory traits, which prevented him from finding fulfillment in his vocation.

Ryuko hated poverty with a soul-searing pa.s.sion. He would never forget the hards.h.i.+p of peasant life, slaving in the fields, with never enough to eat and no hope of a better existence. As a young priest, Ryuko had worked tirelessly to alleviate the suffering of Edo's poor. He solicited donations and distributed them to needy citizens. His work financed the care of orphans at Zojo Temple. Soon he gained a reputation as a man of selfless, merciful character. The poor wors.h.i.+pped him; his superiors praised him for enhancing the image of their sect. Yet another urge compelled Ryuko.

He also remembered prostrating himself on the ground as the local daimyo pa.s.sed by. Lord Kuroda and his retainers rode splendidly caparisoned horses. Their faces were plump from the food produced by the peasants' labor. They beat anyone who failed to meet the crop quota. How Ryuko had hated them! And how he'd envied their wealth and power. He wanted to be like them, instead of a poor peasant boy.

The desire grew stronger during Ryuko's early years as a priest. At Zojo-home temple of the Tokugawa clan-he had plenty of opportunity to observe the splendor that money could buy. A devout Buddhist, Ryuko desired the spiritual enlightenment that would release him from such worldly concerns. He prayed ever longer; he toiled even harder at charitable work. Using his natural flair for politics, he rose in the temple hierarchy. Yet still he craved wealth and power.

Then he'd met Lady Keisho-in.

Now Ryuko told his patroness, "And this will be a reception room for His Excellency when he visits the kennels."

"Marvelous!" Lady Keisho-in let out a cackle of glee, whirling in girlish excitement. "Surely my son's benevolence will convince fortune to bring him an heir. My dearest Ryuko, you were so wise to recommend building the kennels!"

When, after too many years, Tsunayos.h.i.+ was still without a son, he'd grown concerned for the Tokugawa succession. Neither he nor his advisers welcomed the idea of designating a relative as the next dictator and ceding power to a different branch of the clan. Hence, Lady Keisho-in had turned to Ryuko for help. Through prayer and meditation, he'd found a mystical solution to the problem. Tokugawa Tsunayos.h.i.+ must earn the right to an heir by atoning for the sins of his ancestors via some act of generosity. Since he'd been born in the year of the dog, what better gesture than to bestow his patronage upon dogs?

On Ryuko's advice, Lady Keisho-in had persuaded Tokugawa Tsunayos.h.i.+ to issue the Dog Protection Edicts, which furthered Ryuko's goal of promoting animal welfare according to Buddhist tradition. When this didn't produce the shogun's desired results, Ryuko had proposed a more drastic action: the establishment of the kennels. Funds were levied from various daimyo; Edo's best carpenters would build the structure. Ryuko was certain that the successful birth of a Tokugawa heir would follow, strengthening Keisho-in's influence with Tsunayos.h.i.+-and thus his own. But that time lay in the future. Now Ryuko wanted to make sure they lived to see it.

"Come and rest, my lady." He seated his patroness on a tree stump, far from their waiting escorts. "We can watch the work on the site and enjoy a bit of conversation before we return to Edo Castle."

With a puff of relief, Lady Keisho-in settled herself. "Ah, that feels good. You are so thoughtful, my dearest. Now, what shall we talk about?"

Ryuko studied her familiar features, breathed her familiar smell of perfume, tobacco smoke, and old age. They'd been together so long. He'd memorized her needs, her habits, her preferences-all the information essential to keeping her favor. Yet how well did he really know the most powerful woman in j.a.pan? With a nostalgia sharpened by the present danger, he recalled the day they'd met.

Tokugawa Tsunayos.h.i.+ had just succeeded to the rank of shogun, and Lady Keisho-in had come to Zojo Temple to pray for a long, prosperous reign for her son. She'd caught sight of Ryuko among the priests gathered to pay homage to their lord's mother. Her ugly old face acquired an expression of bemused delight, a reaction that Ryuko often elicited from female wors.h.i.+ppers who admired handsome priests. Halting her procession to the temple hall, she'd made his acquaintance. She'd taken a strong fancy to him, as she did to other young men who satisfied her need for companions.h.i.+p and s.e.x. He had become her private spiritual leader, moving from Zojo Temple to chambers in Edo Castle so that she could have his counsel whenever required. Lady Keisho-in lavished gifts upon him and his religious order.

The temple complex grew in magnificence; its residents prospered.

Keisho-in slavishly followed Ryuko's advice, often influencing the shogun to do the same. Money poured out of the Tokugawa treasury, funding subsidiary temples and charitable work. To Ryuko, a relations.h.i.+p with an unattractive woman twenty years his senior seemed a small price to pay.

He neither loved nor desired his patroness, but encouraged her infatuation with him. Forsaking his monastic life, he became her lover. He tolerated her moods and demands; he flattered her vanity. Under his contempt for her silliness, he felt a poignant sense of comrades.h.i.+p with Lady Keisho-in. They were both commoners who had risen to unexpected heights. And he was truly grateful to her for giving him everything he needed: wealth and power; spiritual fulfillment and the chance to do good.

In this mutually satisfactory manner they'd spent a decade together; Ryuko had expected the arrangement to last indefinitely. Keisho-in, healthy for an old woman, seemed in no danger of dying anytime soon. Tokugawa Tsunayos.h.i.+ was young enough to serve many more years as shogun-and probably would, if an heir didn't appear. But after the murder of Lady Harume, the future seemed uncertain. Ryuko knew how fast fortunes could rise or fall in the bakufu; sometimes, a mere rumor could destroy a life. Sosakan Sano's inquiry posed a dire threat to Lady Keisho-in. And the threat had tentacles, like an octopus, which could reach out and strangle everyone within her close circle-including Ryuko.

"My sources tell me that Sosakan Sano is doing an extremely thorough job investigating Lady Harume's murder," Ryuko said, easing into his subject of concern. He must be very careful about handling Lady Keisho-in. "Detectives are all over the Large Interior. Hirata has leads on the source of the poison. Lieutenant Kus.h.i.+da is under arrest, but not yet charged with murder. It appears that Sano isn't seeking an easy way out. Instead he's living up to his reputation for pursuing the truth, regardless of the consequences."

Ryuko paused. Then, because Keisho-in rarely responded to subtle hints, he added a clearer warning: "One might wish to exercise caution under these circ.u.mstances."

"Oh, yes, Sano is a fine detective," Lady Keisho-in said, missing the point. "And I like young Hirata." She giggled. "I think he likes me, too."

She could be so frivolous, even at a time like this! Hiding his impatience, Ryuko said, "My lady, Sano's investigation may turn up information that is detrimental to... any number of persons. No one is safe from scrutiny."

"You say things in a way that I can't understand," Keisho-in complained. "Whatever are you talking about? Who's in danger?"

Her denseness forced blunt speech. "You, my lady," Ryuko said reluctantly.

"Me?" Keisho-in's rheumy eyes widened in surprise. Evidently she'd given no thought to how the murder investigation might affect her. Then she smiled, reaching up to pat Ryuko's arm. "I appreciate your concern, dearest, but I have nothing to fear from Sano or anyone else."

Ryuko studied her guileless face with confusion. He'd thought himself adept at reading her after all these years, but now he couldn't tell whether she spoke the truth. "Your relations.h.i.+p with Lady Harume was... shall we say... less than innocent," Ryuko reminded Keisho-in.

She let out a merry guffaw that turned into a fit of coughing, and Ryuko had to pound her back before she could continue. "Oh, my dearest, you are such a prude! What can it matter that Harume and I sometimes enjoyed a little bed sport? Surely no one could think it has anything to do with her murder!"

Sosakan Sano might consider it relevant, if he found out about them. Gossip spread like fire in the Large Interior, and Ryuko feared that someone might let slip a careless word to Sano's detectives.

"There's nothing to worry about, dearest," Keisho-in said.

Did she mean she'd fixed things so well that Sano would never learn anything that could hurt her? Ryuko didn't trust his patroness to have managed this: Usually she depended on him to handle sensitive business for her. He longed to ask Lady Keisho-in a few straight questions about Harume, yet the cautious politician in him didn't really want to hear the answers. If Sosakan Sano accused Lady Keisho-in of murder, then Ryuko's only defense against a conspiracy charge was a lack of compromising knowledge. So he confined himself to addressing the issue of mutual self-preservation.

"You allowed Sosakan Sano access to the Large Interior without consulting me," Ryuko said. "A bit unwise, perhaps. I recommend taking steps to block his inquiries."

With a grimace of annoyance, Keisho-in waved away the suggestion. She had occasional contrary moods; unfortunately, this was one of them. "Stop talking in riddles, my dearest. Let Sano inquire all he likes. What difference does it make to me?" She puffed out her chest in self-righteous dignity. "I'm no murderer. I'm innocent."

Really? thought Ryuko. Keisho-in had a history of falling madly in love with younger men and women-like Harume. Inevitably they failed to satisfy her vast need for adoration. When the affairs ended, Lady Keisho-in would fly into a hysterical fury. Usually Ryuko could cajole her out of it, or a new romantic interest would distract her. But sometimes Keisho-in turned vindictive. Two particular incidents haunted Ryuko.

One had involved a concubine named Peach; the other, a palace guard. Both had suddenly vanished from Edo Castle after disappointing Lady Keisho-in. Ryuko's informants had told him that Keisho-in had complained about her lovers to the Tokugawa high military command. However, no one seemed to know where Peach and the guard had gone, or whether they were still alive. Ryuko guessed that Lady Keisho-in had ordered the pair's murders. If Sano ever learned of this, he would think she'd arranged a similar revenge against Lady Harume. Ryuko had to make her see the danger she courted by abetting Sano's investigation.

"Harume spent considerable time in His Excellency's bedchamber," Ryuko said."What if she had become pregnant?"

Looking puzzled, Lady Keisho-in said, "That's what my son wanted, and what I wanted, too. Why else would I have urged him to do all this?" She looked around the clearing, where the architects busily conferred and the woodsmen sawed.

Ryuko could think of another reason why she'd championed the kennels. Showing mercy toward dogs would bring Tokugawa Tsunayos.h.i.+ good luck, but the shogun must do his part to beget a son. Was Lady Keisho-in encouraging spiritual actions in the hope that he would neglect the physical ones?

"Let me put it another way." Pacing the ground, Ryuko mustered his fading patience. "What do you think will happen to you if an heir is born?"

Lady Keisho-in laughed. "I'll be the happiest grandmother in the world." Cradling her arms around an imaginary infant, she made cooing noises.

Was she as nave as she seemed? All marriages harbored secrets, and their union, Ryuko realized, was no exception. Forced to speak crudely, he said, "If Lady Harume had borne His Excellency an heir, she would have become his official consort. She would have supplanted you as the highest-ranking woman in j.a.pan."

"That would be just a formality." Lady Keisho-in folded her arms, haughty with annoyance now. "I am Tsunayos.h.i.+'s mother. No other woman could ever replace me in his affections. He depends on my counsel. Why, he couldn't lead the country without me!"

"Your son does not enjoy the responsibilities of being shogun," Ryuko said, avoiding the issue of whether or not Tokugawa Tsunayos.h.i.+ led the country at all. "He would rather occupy himself with religion or the theater." Or boys, Ryuko thought, but did not add. Lady Keisho-in refused to admit her son's preference for manly love. "With the arrival of an heir, the succession would have been secure. His Excellency might have used this as an excuse to abdicate his position and appoint a council of regents to head the government until the boy came of age."

This prediction of the shogun's behavior was shared by many astute bakufu members, but Lady Keisho-in's features bunched in a stubborn pout. "Ridiculous! My son is a dedicated leader. He won't retire until death takes him from this world. And he doesn't need a council to run the government while he has his mother to advise him. He loves and trusts me."

However, Tokugawa Tsunayos.h.i.+ also trusted Sano; Ryuko had watched the sosakan's influence grow daily. Even a hint of suspicion might jeopardize Keisho-in's relations.h.i.+p with the shogun, who feared and abhorred violence. If he thought she might be a murderer, he might turn away from her and seek another woman to act as mother-confidant-probably Lady Ichiteru. The devious concubine had regained his favor since Harume's death, had already borne him two sons, albeit stillborn, and would seize the chance to improve her position.

And then what would happen to Ryuko?

"Please, my lady," he said. "Just suppose there was an heir, and your son did retire. Who would have more influence over the regent council? You, the mother of a past, retired shogun? Or the mother of the future one?"

Ryuko's suave voice harshened with agitation, and he bent over Keisho-in, grasping her hands. "If Harume had lived, you might have lost your position as ruler of the Large Interior, your privileges, your power. Sosakan Sano will realize this eventually, if he hasn't already. You stand to become his prime murder suspect!"

Across the clearing, a huge oak crashed to the ground. Its branches swayed and rustled: the death throes of a giant. Peasants began sawing up and hauling away the tree's corpse. As Lady Keisho-in watched, her face took on a crafty, calculating expression that Ryuko had never seen before. She looked positively intelligent. A chill finger of dismay touched Ryuko. Was she finally becoming aware of her precarious position?

Or had she known all along?

Slowly Lady Keisho-in turned to Ryuko. She pulled him to his knees so that their faces were almost touching. All traces of good-natured silliness had disappeared from hers. "Tell me, my dearest," she said. Her gaze bored into Ryuko. "Are you so concerned about the murder investigation for my sake, or your own? Have you been up to something?"

The words, spoken on a vapor of breath that stank of tobacco and; rotten teeth, wafted over Ryuko. Shock disoriented him. He envisioned battlefields after a war, with the wind carrying the odor of carnage. Despite all his efforts in the cause of charity and spiritual enlightenment, there had been incidents in his life that ill.u.s.trated his greed, ambition, and ruthlessness. What if Sano found out? Surely he would suspect Ryuko of murdering Harume on Keisho-in's behalf in order to protect her and, simultaneously, his own position. Yet even as he imagined himself at the execution ground, the wily politician in Ryuko saw a way to use the situation to his advantage.

"Yes, my lady," he said, bowing his head as if in shameful confession. It wasn't a lie. He'd devised and carried out plots designed to further his interests and Keisho-in's, with and without her approval. He wondered how much she knew or guessed about him-and how much her poor memory had allowed her to forget about things they'd done together. If he was charged with Lady Harume's murder, would Keisho-in sacrifice him to save herself? "I'm afraid Sosakan Sano will discover what I've done."

To his joy, Keisho-in responded just as Ryuko had hoped. She enfolded him in a suffocating embrace and declared. "I don't care if you've done anything wrong, especially if you did it for me. I love you, and I'll stand by you." Ryuko hid a smile against Keisho-in's breast. Let her believe-or pretend to believe-he'd killed Harume, if that was what it took to secure her complicity. Now they both would be safe from accusations of murder and treason. "As long as I live, no one shall harm a hair on your head!"

Patting Ryuko's shaven scalp, Lady Keisho-in giggled at her own joke, then said, "I'm cold, and this tree stump is hurting my bottom. Let's go back to Edo Castle. When we get there, I'll fix Sosakan Sano. Just tell me what to do. You needn't worry about anything, my dearest.

21.

Sano disembarked from the ferry that had transported him across the Sumida River to f.u.kagawa, birthplace of Lady Harume. Located at the mouth of the river where it emptied into Edo Bay, this suburb stood on former swamps filled in with vast heaps of city garbage and earth excavated during the construction of ca.n.a.ls. After the Great Fire, many citizens had moved here for a fresh start. However, f.u.kagawa retained the hazards of its geographic situation. Floods, typhoons, and high tides wrought ma.s.s destruction. The area was rightfully considered unlucky. Here Lady Harume had made an inauspicious start on a life that would end with her murder eighteen years later.

The approach to the town center led Sano past warehouses that smelled of pine timber, sesame oil, and hos.h.i.+ka, a fertilizer made from sardines. Smoke from salt furnaces on the southern tidal flats obscured the view of Edo on the opposite sh.o.r.e. The cold air had a lung-saturating dampness. A busy commercial district lined the main avenue leading to the Tomioka Hachiman Shrine. This contained the Oka Basho, a notorious unlicensed quarter where nighthawk prost.i.tutes operated. Tea-houses and inns abounded, as well as f.u.kagawa's excellent seafood restaurants.

Hearing temple bells ring the noon hour, Sano realized he was hungry. He entered the Hirasei, a famous restaurant located just outside the shrine's torii gate. There he ate mixed sus.h.i.+ with vegetables, rice, and grilled trout. Then he said to the proprietor, "I'm looking for a nighthawk named Blue Apple. Can you tell me where to find her?"

The proprietor shook his head. "I don't know of anyone by that name. You might try the teahouses."

Sano did, with disappointing results: No one had ever heard of Blue Apple; no one knew Lady Harume, except as the victim of a widely publicized murder. Sano headed toward the Hachiman Shrine. Its great copper-tiled roof rose above the streets like a giant samurai helmet; its high stone walls sheltered the Etai Temple, whose priests kept census records on everyone living in the district. They, if anyone, could direct Sano to Blue Apple.

"Her real name was Yasuko, " said the old priest.

He and Sano stood in the Etai Temple cemetery, where Sano had finally located Lady Harume's mother. Her moss-covered stone memorial tablet lay in the area reserved for paupers. No flowers adorned these graves. Tall gra.s.s obscured paths down which visitors rarely came. The place had an air of bleak, chill desolation. s.h.i.+vering under his cloak, Sano listened to the priest's recollections of Blue Apple, dead for twelve years.

"She came here for shelter during the floods, and I remember her because of her unique situation. Most nighthawks have no one to care for them. Their clients are usually poor, and mostly strangers rather than regular customers. But Yasuko was beautiful and much sought after. Her professional name came from the bluish, apple-shaped birthmark on her wrist. She was a trusting creature who often took lovers and tattooed herself with their names. When I prepared her body for cremation, I found characters inked between all her fingers and toes."

And following her example had led her daughter Harume to her death.

"Yasuko won the affection of Jimba of Bakurocho when he came to f.u.kagawa on business," the priest said. "After the child was born, he regularly sent money. Then Blue Apple became ill. She lost her looks- and her better clients. She serviced former criminals, and even eta to earn her rice. When she died, I brought the child, who was six years old, to our orphanage. Then I contacted Jimba. He took her home with him to Bakurocho."

The priest sighed. "I've often wondered what became of her."

When Sano explained, distress shadowed his kind face. "How tragic." Then he said, "Still, perhaps Harume enjoyed a better, longer life than if she'd stayed in f.u.kagawa and become a nighthawk like her mother."

Sano had never given much thought to how few occupations were available for women. Now, with disturbing clarity, he saw the narrow scope of their lives: wife, servant, nun, concubine, prost.i.tute, beggar. There was honor-and possibly happiness-in marriage and motherhood, but not even those alternatives offered the chance for independence, or scholars.h.i.+p, martial arts, adventure, or accomplishments that made life worthwhile for men. Uneasily Sano thought of Reiko, struggling to escape the confines of j.a.panese culture, and his own efforts to contain her. Men made the rules. He, himself, was part of a system that had decreed his wife's limited existence.

And Lady Harume's.

Such contemplation wasn't exactly enjoyable. Sano thanked the priest, then left the temple. Yet even as he regretted the time wasted on this trip, he couldn't help feeling that he'd learned something of importance to the murder case, and to his troubled marriage.

Bakurocho district lay northwest of Edo Castle, between the Nihonbas.h.i.+ merchant quarter and the Kanda River. A marketplace for horses even before the founding of the Tokugawa capital, it supplied Edo's thirty thousand samurai with mounts. Sano rode through muddy streets, past horse breeders herding their merchandise. These s.h.a.ggy, varicolored beasts had journeyed from far northern pasturelands to be sold to the stables of Bakurocho's dealers. In a stately mansion resided the Tokugawa bailiffs, who administered the shogun's lands. Rustic inns housed provincial officials in town to buy horses or do business with the bailiffs. The famous archery range served as a front for an illegal brothel. Low wooden buildings housed food stalls, teahouses, a saddle maker's store, a blacksmith's workshop where burly men hammered out horseshoes. Porters hauled bales of hay, while eta street cleaners collected manure. Sano turned past the shop of an equestrian armorer and dismounted outside the Jimba Stables, where the crest of a galloping horse adorned the gate.

An a.s.sistant hurried out and bowed. "Good day, sosakan-sama. Are you seeking a new mount?"

"I'm here to see Jimba," Sano said.

"Certainly. Come in."

Taking the reins of Sano's horse, the a.s.sistant led the way into the largest stable compound in Bakurocho. Gabled tile roofs crowned the fine Jimba family mansion, two stories of pristine white plaster walls, latticed windows, and railed balconies, with servants' quarters at the rear. A far cry from the f.u.kagawa slum of Harume's birth, Sano decided. Had the adjustment been difficult for her?

Opposite the mansion stretched the corral. Around this, poles supported straw dummies. The barn's open doors revealed stablehands grooming horses. The a.s.sistant led Sano to a stall where three samurai stood around a dappled gray stallion. A big man dressed in dark brown kimono and wide trousers held the animal by the head.

"You can tell he's healthy by the condition of his mouth," Jimba said, prying the lips apart to expose huge teeth. His thick fingers moved with practiced skill. At Sano's approach, he looked up; his face lit in pleased recognition. "Ah, sosakan-sama. Good to see you again."

In his mid-forties, Jimba looked as vigorous as his livestock. A thick, sinewy column of neck supported his squarish head. His hair, pulled back from a receding hairline and knotted at the nape, showed only a few white threads. In his coa.r.s.e features and swarthy complexion Sano could discern no resemblance to Lady Harume.

Jimba grinned, revealing three broken front teeth: a permanent reminder of the one time a horse had gotten the better of him. "Congratulations on your marriage. Ready to enlarge your clan? Ha-ha. What can I do for you today?" Leaving the a.s.sistant to complete the sale, he led Sano down the row of stalls. "A good racehorse, perhaps? Impress your friends at Edo Castle. Ha-ha."

Sano had never liked the ingratiating, overly familiar dealer, but he patronized Jimba's stable for the same reason other affluent samurai did: The dealer knew horses. He always picked strong, healthy animals and trained them to be fast, reliable mounts. He gave good value for the price, and never tried to pa.s.s off inferior mounts as top quality.

"I'm here about your daughter," Sano said. "As head of the investigation into her death, I must ask you some questions. But first, please allow me to express my sympathy for your loss."

Stalking over to the fence that bordered the corral, Jimba punched it with his fist, muttering a curse. A scowl obliterated his customary genial expression as he stared at a trio of stablehands preparing a horse for a test ride in full battle regalia. They affixed a wooden saddle to its back, then attached the bridle. Sano, having witnessed angry grief in the parents of murder victims before, said, "I'll do everything possible to deliver Harume's killer to justice."

Jimba waved away Sano's words. "Lot of good that will do. She's gone; nothing can bring her back. Ten years of money and hard work I poured into that girl. When her mother died, I took her away from f.u.kagawa and raised her myself. Put nice clothes on her; hired tutors to teach her music, writing, and manners. I recognized her potential, you see-I know females, horses and women both. Ha-ha." Jimba grinned proudly. "Harume was the prettiest of my three girls. She grew up to have what men like, if you know what I mean." He gave Sano a sly look. "Took after her mother. She was my best chance of making a connection with the Tokugawa."

Sano listened in dismay to the dealer's callous reference to his daughter. He'd obviously considered her less a cherished legacy from a doomed love affair than another piece of livestock to train and trade.

In the corral, the stablehands covered the horse with body armor and a steel helmet shaped like a snarling dragon's head. Two samurai helped the customer don armor tunic, leg guards, and helmet. Jimba continued, "Last winter, two of the shogun's personal attendants came here to buy horses. They mentioned that they were seeking new concubines for His Excellency. I put Harume through her paces, showing them how well she could speak and sing and play the samisen. They took her to Edo Castle and paid me five thousand koban!

"I held a party to celebrate. Harume had good breeding capacity, and if she turned out to be anything like her mother was in the bedchamber, she could have borne His Excellency an heir. Even if he does prefer boys, ha-ha. I was all set to be the grandfather of the next shogun."

With all the a.s.sociated wealth, power, and privilege, Sano thought. Jimba's greed disgusted him. Yet the horse dealer had only followed the example of many other j.a.panese, seeking to improve his position through a connection with the Tokugawa. Hadn't Magistrate Ueda married Reiko to Sano with the same goal in mind? In this society, women were chattel to men's ambition. Reiko was intelligent and courageous, yet people would always measure her worth by rank and childbearing ability. Now Sano began to understand her frustration. But after last night, he hoped more than ever that Reiko would obey his orders and stay safe at home.