The Concubine's Tattoo Part 25

"In my quarters, meditating."

"Were you alone?"

Keisho-in emitted pained cries. The priest replied impatiently, "Yes, I was. What are you getting at now?"

"The peddler who supplied the poison that killed Harume was murdered today," Sano said.

"And you have the audacity to suggest I did it?" Ryuko's fury didn't hide his panic. Great patches of sweat darkened his gown; his hands shook as he eased the moaning, writhing Keisho-in down onto the cus.h.i.+ons.

"Is there anyone who can prove you weren't at Daikon Quay this morning?"

"This is absurd. I don't know any drug peddler." Ryuko stroked his patroness's forehead. "My lady, what is it?"

"An attack," Lady Keisho-in shrilled. "Help-I'm having an attack!"

"Guards!" Priest Ryuko shouted to the men stationed outside the door. "Fetch Dr. Kitano." Then he turned on Sano, his face livid with rage and terror. "If she dies, it will be your fault!"

Sano didn't believe the old woman was really ill, and he wasn't going to let her fakery prevent him from observing that Ryuko had no alibi for Choyei's murder. The combined strength of motive and evidence forced Sano to step over a line he'd hoped never to cross. A feeling of doom resounded through him. "I've no choice but to charge you both with the murder of Harume and her unborn child," he said, "and conspiracy to commit treason against the Tokugawa state."

Then the shogun must decide what was truth or lies. Exchanging resigned glances, Sano and Hirata rose to leave.

"You're the criminals!" Priest Ryuko shouted at them, while Lady Keisho-in heaved and sobbed upon the cus.h.i.+ons. "You conspired against my lady to advance your own positions, and now you've endangered her health. But you're not going to get away with it. When His Excellency hears about this, we shall see who retains his favor-and who dies traitors!"

The door opened, and Ryuko exclaimed gratefully, "At last, the doctor!"

However, it was one of Sano's detectives, escorted by palace guards. He held out a folded paper. "Sorry to interrupt, sosakan-sama, but I have an urgent message from your wife. She insists that you read it before you leave here."

Surprised, Sano accepted the letter, wondering what Reiko had to say that couldn't wait until he got home. While Ryuko frantically ministered to Lady Keisho-in, Sano read: Honorable Husband, Though you have ordered me to stay out of the murder investigation, I have disobeyed again. But please withhold your anger and heed my words.

I've learned from a trustworthy witness that the actor s.h.i.+chisaburo sneaked into the Large Interior, disguised as a woman, on the day after Lady Harume's death. He took something out of Lady Keisho-in's chambers and put it in Harume's room. I believe it was a letter implicating Lady Keisho-in in the murder. I also believe that s.h.i.+chisaburo stole the letter on Chamberlain Yanagisawa's orders and planted it at the murder scene for you to find. The chamberlain must be trying to frame Lady Keisho-in for murder and force you to accuse her.

For your sake and mine, I beg you not to fall into his trap!

Reiko Shock numbed Sano. Horror followed as he wordlessly pa.s.sed Hirata the letter to read. Despite his earlier misgivings about Reiko's detective abilities, he couldn't refute her theory. He realized that Lady Keisho-in was even more of a rival to Chamberlain Yanagisawa than himself. And the ploy sounded just like Yanagisawa. It explained why he'd acted so pleasant lately: he antic.i.p.ated being rid of Sano very soon, along with Lady Keisho-in, the other obstacle to his quest for power. His spies must have discovered the letter's existence during a routine search of the Large Interior. He'd offered to help Sano and opposed Keisho-in's move to obstruct the investigation because he wanted to be sure the letter was exposed. The news of Harume's pregnancy had thrilled him because it elevated a simple murder to high treason-a crime whose consequences would destroy his rivals.

Now Sano realized that the hidden diary pa.s.sage and Harume's message to her father must refer to someone else besides Keisho-in. Lady Ichiteru must have lied. The whole case against Keisho-in and Ryuko fell apart without the letter. Sano beheld them through fresh eyes. He saw in Keisho-in's suffering the genuine anguish of a woman falsely accused, and in Ryuko the desperation of an innocent man defending his life. Reiko's message had arrived in time to prevent him from bringing official charges against them, but could he repair the damage already done?

"Sosakan-sama, what are we going to do?" Hirata's face mirrored Sano's dismay.

Keisho-in was retching into a basin while Ryuko held her head. Kneeling before them, Sano bowed. "Honorable Lady Keisho-in, Priest Ryuko. I owe you an apology. I've made a terrible mistake." Quickly he reported the contents of Reiko's letter, adding his own supporting observations. "I humbly beg your forgiveness."

Shocked out of her fit, Keisho-in sat up and gaped. Ryuko stared, shaking his head at this new outrage.

"Aiiya, such a handsome, charming man as Chamberlain Yanagisawa," Keisho-in fretted. "I can't believe he would do such a thing to us."

"Believe it, my lady," Ryuko said grimly. He, unlike his patroness, was cognizant of the realities of bakufu politics, and ready to accept Sano's explanation.

"Dreadful! Of course I forgive you, Sosakan Sano."

Though Priest Ryuko's gaze remained cool-he would not easily forget Sano's affront-he nodded. "It seems we must mend our quarrel and unite against a greater evil."

Relief flooded Sano. "Done," he said.

Together he and Hirata, Lady Keisho-in, and Priest Ryuko formed a plan to oust Chamberlain Yanagisawa.

31.

Alone in her bedchamber, Reiko waited for the news that would determine her fate. The maids had lit the bedside lamp, spread her futon, and laid out her night robes. Yet Reiko still wore the clothes in which she'd traveled to Zojo Temple. Pacing the chamber, she halted tense and breathless every time she imagined she heard voices outside. The mansion was quiet, the servants and detectives asleep. Only Reiko remained alert.

If her message hadn't reached Sano in time, soldiers would soon come to evict the household and arrest her, the wife of the traitor who had attacked the shogun's mother. If Sano had gotten the message and heeded her warning, they would be spared a disgraceful death, but Reiko doubted whether he would forgive her latest defiance. Many a proud samurai would rather die than lose face. Sano would probably send her back to her father tonight. Either way, her marriage was over.

With painful hindsight, Reiko saw the mistakes she'd made. Why hadn't she placated Sano's male pride and negotiated a compromise, instead of alienating him from the start? It was her curse always to want what she couldn't have. Her impetuous nature had cost her the man who challenged, angered, and aroused her; the man she'd hated and wanted with an intensity she'd never before experienced.

The man she loved.

Reiko experienced the knowledge as a bittersweet ache in her heart.

She yearned to know what had happened in Lady Keisho-in's chambers. When would someone come and end the terrible suspense?

The lamp flame wavered like a feeble beacon of hope in the night. In the charcoal braziers, hot embers crumbled softly into ash. Reiko's shadow climbed the furniture, the paper part.i.tions, and the painted wall mural as she paced. Apprehension tightened her muscles into rigid steel cords.

Then, just before midnight, came the sound of quiet footsteps in the pa.s.sage. The moment had arrived, with this stealthy approach that was more menacing than the clamor of armed soldiers Reiko had imagined. Perhaps the shogun intended to spirit the traitors away from Edo Castle, execute them in secrecy, and preserve the appearance of Tokugawa invincibility. Or maybe Sano had sent an envoy to remove her quietly from the house, thereby avoiding a scandal. But Reiko was not one to cower before danger. She hurried to the door and flung it open.

There stood Sano, alone in the corridor. Disconcerted, Reiko stepped backward. She hadn't expected him, and he looked strangely different. Weariness shadowed his handsome face. He wore no swords. His gaze was somber; the arrogance had vanished. For the first time, Reiko saw his essential humanity, instead of the product of a thousand years of samurai training and discipline. Confusion rendered her speechless.

Sano broke the silence. "May I come in?"

Though Reiko would have defied an order, she couldn't refuse the plea in his voice. She let Sano enter, then closed the door. With the household asleep, they were more alone together than they'd ever been before. Sano's new vulnerability magnified his physical presence; the barrier of anger was gone. Now Reiko was keenly aware of them as man and woman, not opposing arguments. A trembling began inside her. Something was going to happen, but perhaps none of the events she'd imagined.

To hide her nervousness, she blurted, "I wasn't expecting you." At the same time, Sano said, "I'm sorry to disturb you so late." After an awkward pause, Sano spoke again. "I got your message, and I wanted to thank you. You saved me from making a bad mistake."

He explained what had happened with Lady Keisho-in. Reiko experienced horror at how close they'd come to ruin, then relief at the outcome. But the question of their marriage remained. They couldn't continue as they'd begun; a perpetual war of wills would destroy them both. Though the attraction pulled Reiko toward Sano ever more strongly, she wasn't ready to surrender her dreams, especially after proving her worth. When he finished speaking, she averted her face, loath to betray her conflicting desires.

"Reiko-san." To her astonishment, Sano knelt at her feet. "I've misjudged your skill, and I beg you to accept my apology. If I were half as clever a detective as you, I might have discovered Chamberlain Yanagisawa's plot in time to avoid a lot of trouble." A self-deprecating smile quirked his mouth. "But I was stupid. And blind. And stubborn." The words came out haltingly, as if they caused him pain. "I should have listened to you in the beginning, and not been so quick to refuse your help."

Reiko stared down at him in wonder. A samurai abasing himself to a woman and admitting he'd been wrong? As much as she'd admired his bravery and his dedication to principles, Reiko now admired Sano's humility. She'd learned that it took more strength of character to acknowledge one's faults than to fight sword battles. The ice of her resistance toward Sano began to thaw.

"It's hard for me to trust people," Sano went on. "I always try to do everything myself-partly because I don't want to harm anyone else, but partly because I think I can do better than they can." Color rose in his cheeks, and he spoke faster, as though hurrying to finish before he lost courage. "You showed me the self-deluding fool that I am. You were right not to give up investigating the murder and leave your fate in my hands. I don't blame you if you'd rather go home to your father than live with me. If you want a divorce, I'll agree to it.

"But if you'll give me time to improve my character, a chance to learn how to be the kind of husband you deserve-" He drew a deep breath and blew it out. "What I'm trying to say is, I want you to stay. Because I'm in love with you, Reiko." His eyes shone with ardor. Then he looked away. "And I... I need you."

Behind the quiet words Reiko could almost hear the echo of a fortress crumbling. Now Sano faced her again, the hesitancy gone; his voice rang clear and true. "I need you, not only as a wife, or a mother for my children, or for my pleasure, but as the woman you are. A partner in my work. A comrade in honor."

Reiko struggled to absorb everything he'd said. Sano not only returned her love, but he was offering her a marriage on her terms! She could have him, without losing herself. Gladness swelled within her.

Savoring the triumph of the moment, she stood perfectly still, not daring even to breathe. But Sano was waiting for her decision, anxiously trying to read her expression. Emotion choked Reiko's throat; words would not come, so she answered in the only way possible. She held out her hand to Sano.

Joy lit his face as his warm, strong fingers grasped and covered hers. Rising, he gazed down into her eyes. An eternity pa.s.sed in wordless mutual discovery, the exchange of a million unspoken thoughts. In silence Reiko conveyed her love to Sano; he promised her freedom as well as protection. Between them s.h.i.+mmered a vision of the future, hazy but radiant. Then a troubled sigh gusted from Sano.

"This isn't going to be easy," he said. "We'll both have to change. It will take time-and patience. But I'm willing to try, if you are."

"I am," Reiko whispered.

Even as she gave her pledge, fear quaked under her happiness. Sano's maleness intimidated her. She felt his need in the grip of his hand around hers, the quickening of his breath. Her own vulnerability appalled her.

Now Sano drew her nearer, cupping her face in his hand. She realized that this was for her the first test of their marriage. They couldn't always be like two soldiers marching side by side into battle. The power balance between them would s.h.i.+ft back and forth, one prevailing while the other yielded. In the arena of carnal love, he had the advantages on age, strength, and experience. It was her turn to submit to him first. Yet the force of Reiko's response to Sano weakened her instinctive resistance. Desire was a voracious hunger. Ardently she pressed herself against him.

His arms came around her. She saw l.u.s.t darken his features, felt the insistent rhythm of his heart and the frightening hardness at his groin. Terror leapt inside Reiko. But Sano caressed her hair, her neck, her shoulders with extreme gentleness: He was restraining himself because he understood her fear. Emboldened, Reiko touched the bare skin at the neckline of his kimono. His hands circled her waist. Gazes locked, they moved toward the futon, and Reiko couldn't tell whether Sano was leading the way, or she.

They sank onto the futon, and at Sano's touch, Reiko's hair tumbled free of its combs. Willingly she let him untie her sash, but when he tried to slip off the layered kimonos, she recoiled. No man had ever seen her naked, and she feared his scrutiny, especially if she must be exposed while he remained clothed.

Sano withdrew at once. "I'm sorry." As if reading her thoughts, he untied his own sash. He shrugged off his brown kimono and white under-robe. Reiko stared in amazement.

Scars seamed the tanned skin on the lean, sculpted muscles of his arms and chest, the flat planes of his stomach. The skin on his calves was pink and flaky, healing from burns. Naked except for his loincloth, Sano looked like a survivor of war and fire. A tender pain arced through Reiko. She touched a large, dark scab just below the outer right edge of Sano's collarbone.

"What happened to you?" she asked.

With a rueful smile, he said, "An arrow wound, while I was in Nagasaki."

"And the burns?"

"The man who shot a Dutch merchant tried to stop the murder investigation by setting my house on fire."

Reiko touched a long line of puckered flesh on his upper left arm. The wound had been serious. "What about this?"

"A souvenir from the Bundori Killer."

"And these?" Reiko traced other scars on her husband's left shoulder and right forearm.

"Sword fights with a traitor who attacked the shogun, and an a.s.sa.s.sin who tried to kill me."

Without his saying so, Reiko realized that Sano had defeated both men. His victories impressed her, as did his courage to risk his life in the line of duty.

Unexpectedly, Sano looked mortified, rather than proud of his deeds. "I'm sorry that the sight of me disgusts you."

"No! It doesn't at all!" Reiko hastened to a.s.sure him. The ugly scars were symbols of everything she valued in Sano, yet she knew that words wouldn't convince him. Forgetting her own shyness, she removed her garments, baring her slender figure and small, pointed b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She took Sano's hands and placed them on her waist.

Relief, grat.i.tude, and desire mingled in his deep sigh, his somber smile. "You are beautiful," he said.

Pride gave Reiko daring. She tugged at Sano's loincloth. The band of white cotton defied her clumsy efforts, and he helped her. Then the last fold came away, and she gazed in fascination at her first sight of an aroused man. His size at once alarmed and profoundly stirred her. When she touched his organ, it pulsed in her hand, a shaft of rigid muscle beneath smooth, sensitive skin. She heard him moan. Then his embrace drew her down onto the futon.

The warmth of intimate contact startled Reiko, as did the difference between her body and Sano's. He was hard where she was soft, all large bones and steel sinews to her delicacy. Then he began fondling her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, teasing her nipples, stroking her thighs. Lifted to new heights of sensation, Reiko returned touch for touch; the strangeness disappeared as their harsh breaths mingled and pleasure made them equals. Sano's mouth on her throat, his manhood pressing against her elicited a moan from Reiko. Between her legs, his fingers caressed. Her inner flesh swelled and moistened. When he mounted her, she was more than ready.

Sano lowered his weight upon her slowly, so as not to crush her. He wet himself with saliva to ease their union. Gently he thrust against Reiko's womanhood. Despite his care, she felt a sharp pain as he entered. She stiffened, gasping.

"I'm sorry," Sano said quickly.

Yet through the pain bloomed a demanding need. Arching against him, Reiko whispered, "Oh. Oh, yes."

He began to move within her. Gradually the slick profusion of Reiko's desire lessened the rough, tearing friction. Her body was melting inside, opening to Sano. She clasped him with fierce delight, reveling in the sight of his enjoyment: closed eyes, parted lips, the heaving of his chest. His embrace tightened; she felt the scars under her fingers. It was as if she held all her samurai heroes in her arms. Then rising excitement drowned conscious thought. Reiko was locked in a battle for satisfaction; she was climbing a mountain. Sano's thrusts drove her higher and higher. Then she reached the peak, where victory waited. Reiko cried out as her body convulsed with a rapture she had never known.

She was a miracle beyond Sano's dreams, a wondrous blend of strength and fragility, her body like resilient steel sheathed in silk. Lost in the feel and scent of Reiko, he thrust harder and faster as his need consumed him.

Unbeknown to her, this was a new experience for him, too: Never before had he been anyone's first lover. Thus, he'd feared hurting Reiko; he hadn't been sure he could make the initial act of s.e.x enjoyable for his wife. Because he'd not had a woman for so long, he'd worried that he wouldn't be able to postpone his release long enough to satisfy Reiko. Now he felt a happiness that went beyond physical gratification. The sight of her beautiful face contorting in ecstasy and the sound of the cries that accompanied her climax lifted him to the verge of his own. This union confirmed their marriage as one in which both could give and receive satisfaction-in life's daily business, as well as in the bedchamber.

Arousal and tension rapidly concentrated in Sano's loins; he heard the surging of his blood, the wild clamor of his heart as he drove deeper into Reiko. She moaned and held him tighter. Then, with a shout that issued from the depths of his soul, he was launched into a timeless s.p.a.ce of pure ecstasy. Emptying his seed, Sano shuddered in the throes of a release as much spiritual as carnal. The bitterness, anger, frustration, and sadness of the past fled him in a great rush. When the climax subsided, he felt exhausted, but exhilaratingly refreshed. He rested on his elbows and looked down at Reiko.

She smiled, lovely and serene. Through the emotion that swelled his throat and stung his eyes with tears, Sano smiled back. After many years of lonely wandering, he was home. Their love had restored to him a lost sense of self and power. There was no limit to what he could do, what they could achieve together.

Sudden loud noise startled them: cheers, applause, the rat-a-tat of firecrackers. A volley of pebbles showered the roof; torchlight flared in the garden outside; the silhouettes of dancing figures cavorted across the paper windowpanes. The detectives, guards, and servants were celebrating the consummation of their master's marriage with a traditional wedding-night ceremony.

"Oh, no." Sano burst out laughing.

Reiko joined in. "How did they know?"

"The walls are thin. Someone heard us, and told everyone else."

Far from being annoyed, Sano was touched by the tribute-and glad for the interruption, which gave the new bride and groom something to talk about, filling any awkward silence. Beneath him, Reiko giggled with embarra.s.sed glee. Then came a knock at the door. Hurriedly they disengaged and pulled on their kimonos. Sano answered the door and found Reiko's nurse, O-sugi, standing outside, holding a laden tray.

"Some refreshment, sosakan-sama?" O-sugi beamed.

Sano realized that he was starving. "Thank you," he said, taking the tray and closing the door. He and Reiko performed the necessary ritual of wiping away spilled s.e.m.e.n and blood. Then they ate.

"Here, this will replenish your virility," Reiko said mischievously, spooning raw fish roe into Sano's mouth.

He poured the heated sake. "A toast," he said, raising his cup, "to the beginning of our marriage."

Reiko lifted her cup. "And the success of our investigation."

An edge of apprehension cut into Sano's happiness. He still feared that Reiko would get hurt while pursuing Lady Harume's killer. As his love for her grew, how could he bear for anything bad to happen to her? Despite her intelligence and training, she was young, inexperienced. How far should he trust her with the difficult, sensitive job of detection?

However, he had promised Reiko a marriage of partners; he couldn't go back on his word. Lifting his cup, he drank the sake. Reiko followed suit. Then Sano summarized the progress of the case.

"I'm a.s.signing Hirata to look into the earlier attempts on Harume's life," he added. "And I have some ideas about her mysterious lover."

"Well," said Reiko, "since Lieutenant Kus.h.i.+da is still missing, I guess that leaves Lady Ichiteru and the Miyagi for me. Tomorrow I can ask my cousin Eri to arrange a meeting with Ichiteru, and I'll visit the daimyo and his wife."

Her gaze challenged Sano. This, he realized, was the first test of his resolve. He hated the idea of Reiko going anywhere near a possible murderer. Fighting the impulse to dissuade her, he swallowed words that would turn his promise into a betrayal. He tried to convince himself that Lieutenant Kus.h.i.+da or Harume's unidentified lover was most likely the killer, while the other suspects posed no threat to his wife. At last he nodded.

"All right," he said, "but please be careful."