Authors: Laura Joh Rowland
"Tell me what happened with Sano today," Yanagisawa said.
"I took him and his detectives to the Imperial Palace to see where Left Minister Konoe died."
Hoshina lowered his eyes respectfully, but Yanagisawa could feel the yoriki taking measure of him. No doubt Hoshina knew all about the enmity between himself and Sano. Yanagisawa guessed that the yoriki had also done some research on him. He noted Hoshina's immaculately knotted and oiled hair, and the elegant silk kimono patterned with silver trees and rivers: Hoshina had groomed himself for this occasion.
"Did you win Sano's trust?" Even as Yanagisawa recognized Hoshina's ploy as one he himself had used on the shogun, he admired the yoriki's daring.
"As much as possible," said Hoshina. A note of pride, veiled with modesty, echoed in his voice. "He clearly knows better than to trust a man he's just met, but he requested my particular assistance. He didn't seem to suspect that I'm anything besides a policeman who wants to advance his career."
"Excellent. I need someone to keep me informed on Sano's progress." Yanagisawa also needed the benefit of Sano's expertise to help him solve the case. "What did Sano deduce from the crime scene?"
"He decided that the sound heard on the night of Left Minister Konoe's death was a spirit cry," Hoshina said. A faint, derisive smile twisted his lips. "But I don't believe that a spirit cry killed Konoe, because kiai is just superstition, and I told Sano as much."
The idea of kiai seemed like superstition to Yanagisawa, too. Still, nothing else could explain the condition of the corpse, and he couldn't encourage Hoshina's disturbing tendency to take the initiative and assert himself. "You shouldn't have disagreed with Sano," he said. "I don't want you to antagonize him. From now on, keep your opinions to yourself."
Bowing his head, Hoshina said, "Yes, Honorable Chamberlain. Please forgive me."
"Very well," Yanagisawa said, mollified. He mused, "I'm sure there will be some circumstance of the case that I can use as a weapon against Sano. What did you tell him about the murder?"
"I said I'd done a preliminary investigation and identified Emperor Tomohito, Prince Momozono, Lady Jokyoden, and Lady Asagao as suspects," Hoshina said, "just as your message ordered. He knows there was a cover-up by the Imperial Court, and that Konoe banned everyone from the Pond Garden that night."
Yanagisawa nodded his approval. "Much as I dislike making things easy for Sano, you had to convince him that you're competent and honest by giving him useful information that will stand up to any checking he may do. But you didn't tell him about your other findings, did you?"
"No, and I'm sure he doesn't even suspect that there are any."
Yanagisawa smiled. The withheld information, which he deemed more valuable than what Hoshina had revealed to Sano, gave him an advantage over his enemy. "What else happened?"
"Sano interviewed the Konoe household," Hoshina said.
"And?" Although Hoshina had made discreet inquiries among the victim's associates before Sano arrived in Miyako, it was possible that Sano had turned up clues that Yanagisawa wouldn't want him to have.
"It was a waste of time."
"I suppose Sano inspected Konoe's chambers." Yanagisawa had sent Aisu to search Konoe's house and remove everything of potential interest prior to Sano's visit. Several chests of papers were now in Yanagisawa's possession. "He didn't find anything important, did he?"
Hoshina hesitated, then said, "Actually, he may have." Seeing Yanagisawa's frown, the yoriki hastened to add, "There were things hidden in places that would have been overlooked, had Sano not searched as thoroughly as he did. It's understandable that your man missed them."
The news of yet another mistake by the formerly reliable Aisu infuriated Yanagisawa. He couldn't afford to tolerate errors, and he must find a new chief retainer soon.
"Sano found some letters in a secret compartment," Hoshina said. "They were written by Left Minister Konoe to his former wife, Kozeri."
"Kozeri. Ah. Yes." Yanagisawa recognized the name from Konoe's metsuke dossier. "What did the letters say?"
Hoshina described the passages that Sano had read aloud. "Unfortunately, Sano took the letters, and I was afraid he would get suspicious if I objected."
Perceiving a possible connection between Kozeri and the murder, Yanagisawa fumed at the thought of such valuable information in Sano's hands.
"I pointed out reasons he should consider Kozeri irrelevant to the case," Hoshina said. "He won't ignore her, but I managed to convince him to put off following up on her until after he interviews the suspects."
"Good," Yanagisawa said. Perhaps Hoshina's initiative was an asset rather than a liability; his quick thinking had bought Yanagisawa time to send someone to investigate Kozeri before Sano could. Admiration for Hoshina increased Yanagisawa's desire, although another man's wits had never attracted him before. His past lovers had been young maidens, adolescent boys, or frail, older men like the shogun-all physically smaller and weaker than himself, and intellectually inferior. The unexpected departure from habit troubled Yanagisawa.
"What else did Sano find?" he asked Hoshina.
The yoriki reached into the pouch at his waist and removed a small object. Yanagisawa extended his open palm; Hoshina reached up and placed a coin in it. Their hands touched. The warm contact of flesh against flesh startled Yanagisawa; he stifled a gasp. For an instant, their gazes held. Hoshina smiled uncertainly, his boldness vanished. Something incomprehensible passed between them. To hide his confusion, Yanagisawa examined the fern-leaf design on the coin.
Hoshina sat back on his heels. "There were three of those hidden in Konoe's cloak." Rapid, audible breaths punctuated his speech. "Sano's detectives have the others. When Sano told them to find out what the coins are and whether they have any relevance to the murder, I said I would make some inquiries too. My contacts in the city should give me an advantage over Marume and Fukida."
"Whatever you learn, report it to me, not Sano." Recovering his composure, Yanagisawa said, "What are Sano's plans for tomorrow?"
"I'm taking him to the palace to interview Emperor Tomohito, Prince Momozono, Lady Jokyoden, and Lady Asagao," Hoshina said, his voice steady now. They regarded each other coolly, master and servant again-at least on the surface. "In the evening, we'll attend the shoshidai's banquet."
Yanagisawa mentally arranged his plans around these events, then said, "Have you located a site that meets the criteria I specified in my message to you yesterday?"
"Yes, Honorable Chamberlain." Hoshina described a certain house and its location.
"That sounds just right," said Yanagisawa. They finalized plans for Yanagisawa to pursue the major lead in the case, while Sano investigated the minor ones for him, with Hoshina as his eyes and ears. "Be ready to report everything to me tomorrow night. I'll let you know the time and place."
Then a thought occurred to Yanagisawa. "What has Lady Reiko been doing?"
"Staying in Nijo Manor. The innkeeper's wife is my informer, and I've ordered her to watch Lady Reiko. So far, she hasn't done anything of interest."
However, Yanagisawa knew enough about Reiko to doubt that Sano had brought her all this way just to keep him company. "I want to know where she goes, whom she sees, and what she does."
"Yes, Honorable Chamberlain."
Their business was finished, but Yanagisawa didn't utter the command to dismiss Hoshina. Outside, a distant temple bell tolled the hour of the boar. Hoshina waited, watching Yanagisawa. Neither moved nor spoke, but their silence clamored with questions, expectancy, and the inaudible, accelerating pulse of blood.
Then Hoshina said, "Honorable Chamberlain.... If there's anything else you wish of me..." His voice was quiet, his expression somber yet highly charged. "I would be more than happy to provide it."
The sexual innuendo inflamed Yanagisawa, but Hoshina's nerve affronted him. How dare Hoshina make the first move toward a personal relationship? That was Yanagisawa's prerogative.
"Would you?" Yanagisawa said sharply. "And what do you expect in return? Wealth? Property? A position on my staff?"
Though he guessed that Hoshina wanted all those things, the yoriki spread his hands and said nonchalantly, "Just a chance to prove I'm worthy to serve you." Then he leaned forward, staring at Yanagisawa with unmistakable intent. "And the honor of your company."
In the past, Yanagisawa had shunned ambitious lovers who sought to use him for personal gain, but Hoshina's bold proposition tempted him strongly. He rose, stepped down from the dais, and stood over Hoshina.
The yoriki, still kneeling, gazed up at him, muscles tense, eyes feverish with need and ambition.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Yanagisawa said abruptly, then strode toward the door without a backward glance. But he felt Hoshina's gaze on him, and the ache of frustrated desire. Despite the fear of treachery, he looked forward to their next meeting.
Above the Imperial Palace rose a sky of pale, bleached blue; glaring white sunlight bathed the crowds that thronged Teramachi Avenue. A small procession drew up to the palace gate reserved for bakufu officials. At the front rode Sano and Yoriki Hoshina. Behind them marched a few guards; then came Reiko in her palanquin.
Earlier, when Hoshina had arrived at Nijo Manor to escort him to the palace, Sano had said, "My wife is coming along to call upon the emperor's mother and consort."
To his relief, Hoshina had accepted without question this explanation for Reiko's presence. Hoshina merely said, "I'll send a messenger ahead to tell the imperial women to expect a guest."
Now Sano and Hoshina dismounted; palace sentries opened the gate. Inside the walls, the procession divided as Sano and Hoshina headed toward the imperial enclosure for an audience with the emperor, while a courtier led Reiko's palanquin down another passage. The odors of sewage, charcoal smoke, and tropical flowers saturated the air in the passageways of the kuge district like warm, fetid breath; stormclouds layered the hills visible beyond the city. But in spite of the hot weather, Sano felt refreshed and energetic. A good night's sleep had renewed his confidence. Surely, his investigation would be successful, and he'd made the right decision by agreeing that Reiko should assist him.
In the southern sector of the imperial enclosure stood the Purple Dragon Hall, site of important court events. The austere half-timbered building faced a courtyard bounded with covered corridors supported by vermilion posts. The ground was covered with white sand to reflect the light of the sun and moon onto the hall. A cherry tree and a citrus tree flanked the entrance, representing the guardian archers and horsemen of ancient tradition. Leading up to the door, eighteen steps, framed by red balustrades, symbolized the number of noble ranks in the court hierarchy. Sano and Hoshina approached the bottom of the steps, where a line of courtiers waited. One, a man in his sixties with short, sleek gray hair, stepped forward and bowed.
"Greetings, Sosakan-sama," he said in a strong, resonant voice. He wore a black cap with a vertical flap at the back, a moss green silk court robe, and baggy white trousers. Deep lines creased his forehead and bracketed his mouth, giving character to a long, elegant face. He had shrewd, intelligent eyes, and teeth dyed black in the ancient court style. "It is a singular honor to receive such a great personage as yourself."
Yoriki Hoshina introduced the courtier to Sano. "Allow me to present the honorable Right Minister Ichijo."
"Many thanks for consenting to act as intermediary in my dealings with the Imperial Court," Sano said, although the right minister had no choice but to serve his needs. Ichijo's aura of refinement commanded respect and disconcerted Sano. From studying history, he knew that the man's noble lineage went back a millennium, to a time when his own ancestors were peasants and the samurai class hadn't yet emerged from the ranks of primitive tribal chieftains. Ichijo was a member of the famous Fujiwara clan that had once dominated the Imperial Court. Their era had produced masterpieces of painting and poetry; their name was still synonymous with culture and prestige.
"His Majesty the Emperor awaits you," Ichijo said.
As Sano mounted the steps, flanked by Ichijo and Hoshina, he experienced a vast sense of awe. He, like all Japanese, revered the emperor as a direct descendant of the Shinto sun goddess Amaterasu. The emperor could invoke her power on behalf of human affairs; he had a special ability to perceive the moral order of the universe and impose it upon society. In the cosmic scheme of Confucian tradition, Japan's military dictatorship was just an instrument through which the emperor ruled.
They paused in the entranceway to remove their shoes, then proceeded to the audience hall. Sunlight streamed in through latticed windows. A long white mat bridged the polished cypress floor. Ichijo led Sano up this, between rows of kneeling courtiers. More attendants knelt by the imperial throne. This was an elaborate, cushioned lacquer seat inside an octagonal pavilion canopied with silk curtains and elevated upon a railed platform. A
huge gold phoenix surmounted the throne's roof; paintings of Chinese sages decorated the wall behind it. The air smelled of incense.
Right Minister Ichijo knelt before the throne and bowed; Sano and Yoriki Hoshina followed suit. "Your Majesty, I present Sano Ichiro, Most Honorable Investigator to His Excellency the Shogun," Ichijo said, then turned to Sano. "I am privileged to introduce to you Supreme Emperor Tomohito, One Hundred and Thirteenth Imperial Sovereign of Japan."
As he and his first murder suspect faced each other, Sano hid his surprise. He'd known the emperor was only sixteen and had ascended the throne upon his father's abdication four years ago; therefore, Tomohito's extreme youth didn't shock Sano. However, the emperor seated within the pavilion looked nothing like his elegant formal portraits. Big for his age, Tomohito wore a purple robe stamped with gold imperial chrysanthemum crests and a tall black cap. He had a solid, muscular build, but his face was childishly round, with full, rosy cheeks and mouth, smooth brow, and bright eyes. He regarded Sano with the insolence of a misbehaving youngster who is too big for anyone to punish.
Right Minister Ichijo said, "Sosakan Sano is investigating the death of Left Minister Konoe, and he would like to ask you some questions, Your Majesty."
"Oh?" Tomohito asked truculently. "Well, that's too bad, because it is I who shall ask questions of him."
Sano was shocked by this rudeness, even though he'd been prepared for it. During the ride to the palace, he'd asked Yoriki Hoshina to brief him on the suspects. Regarding the emperor, Hoshina had said, "He's been overindulged his whole life. A crown prince's training usually teaches manners and discipline, but it didn't work on Tomohito. He thinks he can do whatever he likes. Hardly anyone in the palace dares to criticize him because of his temper; he threatens to bring down the wrath of the heavens on the country when he's in a bad mood."
Now an uncomfortable silence hung over the Purple Dragon Hall as everyone waited to see how Sano reacted to the emperor's contrariness. Although Sano feared offending the emperor and straining relations between the bakufu and the Imperial Court, he needed to establish control over the interview.
"I'll answer your questions on one condition," Sano said. "You have to answer mine."
Tomohito scowled, as if ready to refuse. "Oh, all right," he said grudgingly. Then, with a naughty gleam in his eye, he said, "Is it true that there are places where girls sit in window cages and men can buy them for the night?"
So the great emperor had the same prurient interests as ordinary boys. "Yes," said Sano, "in the licensed pleasure quarters."
"Have you ever been there?" An insinuating grin quirked Tomohito's mouth.
"Your Majesty, I advise you to confine your questions to subjects of a less personal nature," Right Minister Ichijo said. "You don't want to insult the sosakan-sama." Or the shogun by implication, said the warning note in his voice.
"He has to answer," Tomohito said. "That was the deal."
"But it's my turn to question you now," Sano told him. "What was your opinion of Left Minister Konoe?"
Tomohito's eyes widened in surprise. Sano deduced that few people ever held him to his word or changed the subject of a conversation without his permission. Then he frowned. "I heard Konoe was murdered. Do you think I had something to do with it?"
Holding up a hand, Sano shook his head. "Remember our agreement."
The emperor gaped. He looked around for help, but when no one intervened, he said sullenly, "The left minister was my adviser since I was a little boy. He taught me how to perform sacred rituals and court ceremonies. He listened to me recite my lessons and made sure I understood everything." Tomohito shrugged. "He was a good teacher."
Sano considered what he knew of the emperor. "There's only a few people he'll listen to," Yoriki Hoshina had said. "His mother, Lady Asagao, and Ichijo. Left Minister Konoe also had influence over him, but now that Konoe is dead, Tomohito is worse than ever-acting as if he owns the world, always trying to see what he can get away with." Had the emperor resented Konoe for checking his unruly behavior?
"Now it's my turn to ask something," Tomohito said. "Is it true that there is a very long road from Miyako to Edo that passes through many cities?"
"There are fifty-three village post stations," Sano said, "and the trip takes about fifteen days."
"Fifty-three villages? Fifteen days?" Obviously disconcerted, Tomohito said, "I didn't know Edo was so far. How long would it take to travel across the whole country?"
"Around three months, depending on the weather."
Chewing his lip, the emperor brooded on this fact, then said in a chastened voice, "I didn't know that."
Tomohito's ignorance about his nation was understandable, because emperors ventured outside the palace only when natural disasters necessitated the court's evacuation. Tomohito saw few people from outside his court and remained cloistered for good reasons.
First came physical safety. Japan's sacred sovereign must be protected from accidents, attacks, and diseases. Second, his spiritual well-being required isolation from impure things, places, people, or ideas that might pollute his soul. Therefore his education was limited to court tradition and the arts. However, the most important reason was political. The bakufu feared that dangerous elements of society might persuade an impressionable sovereign to act against the shogun's regime by establishing a rival government, raising armies, commandeering the loyalty of the populace, and weakening Tokugawa rule. Young Emperor Tomohito was a storm center around which the winds of insurrection could coalesce. Better that he remained secluded and ignorant than be free to realize his inherent power.
"You had lessons and practiced rituals and ceremonies with Left Minister Konoe, and received his advice," Sano reiterated. "He would have criticized your performance, corrected your mistakes. Perhaps he sometimes shamed you?"
Jolted out of his preoccupation with the size of Japan, Tomohito shook his head. "It was for my own good. The left minister wanted me to be the best possible ruler and fulfill my great destiny. I was thankful for his attention."
"Weren't there ever times when you would rather have been amusing yourself than working?" Sano suggested gently. "Did you ever get angry at him for disciplining you, when he was a mere subordinate and you his lord?"
The emperor's face flushed; his eyes turned stormy. "The left minister never made me do anything I didn't want to do," he said defiantly. "He never chastised me. He couldn't even touch me. I obeyed him because I chose to."
"I see."
However, Sano knew that cutting remarks from an older man could wound a tender young ego, and Tomohito's unbidden reference to chastisement suggested that his relationship with Left Minister Konoe had included this element.
"If you think I killed him, you're crazy!" Emperor Tomohito burst out. He leapt off his seat and stood. Fists clenched, he glared at Sano. His eyes darted, as if looking for something to throw. "How dare you accuse me?"
"Is it really necessary to provoke him, Sosakan-sama?" murmured Right Minister Ichijo.
"The forces of the cosmos are mine to command. Insult me, and you'll be sorry!" the emperor shouted.
"Please accept my apologies," Sano said hastily, shocked by this sudden fit of temper, which offered disturbing proof of the emperor's volatile nature. Perhaps Tomohito had argued with Left Minister Konoe in the garden. Did he really have deadly mystical powers, as his threat implied?
"Do you regret the loss of the left minister?" Sano asked Tomohito.
The emperor flung himself stomach-down inside his pavilion, his temper spent and his expression merely sullen now. "I miss him. But I don't need him anymore."
"What do you mean?" Sano said, intrigued by this odd remark.
"Nothing."
Setting his jaw, Emperor Tomohito stared at the floor. Sano waited, but when the emperor didn't elaborate, Sano changed the subject. "I understand that you discovered the left minister's body."
"Yes, that's right," Tomohito said, giving Sano a furtive, wary glance. "My cousin was with me." Then a sly smile brightened his face. "I suppose you want to talk to him, too."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Sano needed to verify the emperor's story, and the cousin might be more cooperative than Tomohito.