Shinju. Part 21

Eii-chan was leaning over him, reaching for him. Sano fumbled for his long sword. He dug his heels into the ground, pushing himself backward in a frantic attempt to evade the manservant. But his sword was tangled in the folds of his cloak, and the worsening pain in his wounds made his movements clumsy. Finally he kicked out at Eii-chan. His feet hit legs as solid as wood and just as unyielding. Eii-chan grabbed him and yanked him to his feet so hard that his arm nearly left its socket. A brutal shove sent him reeling toward the house. His foot struck the bottom step, and he gave a yelp of pain as he crashed against the veranda. Then Eii-chan lifted him by the collar, almost off his feet. One strong hand pinioned both of his behind his back; an arm locked across his chest. Sano struggled, then went rigid when the cold edge of a steel blade touched his neck.

As Eii-chan propelled him up the steps and through the door, Sano tasted his own death. A wild, animal terror surged through him. He fought it by forcing himself to concentrate on the minute details of his surroundings. Wind-bells tinkling from the eaves.

The corridor, no longer dark, but brightened by lamplight from the translucent windowed walls of the room where Lady Niu waited. The manservant's musty odor, strange but oddly familiar, that provoked in him an urge to sneeze. A faint memory swam just beyond Sano's grasp. He lost it when Eii-chan thrust him into Lady Niu's room and pushed him onto his knees.

He formed a quick impression of the room: s.p.a.cious, with a wall of painted murals and another of built-in cabinets; several lacquer chests; a vase of flowers in the alcove. Then he focused his attention on its occupant.

"Tie him," Lady Niu ordered. She knelt upon a silk cushion, with more cushions supporting her back and arms. In spite of the heat that rose from the sunken braziers, she had wrapped a thick quilt around her shoulders.

Sano hid his discomfort as Eii-chan bound his wrists and ankles, although the cords dug into his skin and almost immediately began to numb his hands and feet. He suppressed a cry of protest when the manservant took his long sword-symbol of his cla.s.s and honor-and tossed it on the floor like a piece of trash. All the while he never took his eyes off Lady Niu. He saw that her face was white not with makeup, as he'd thought at first, but with the pallor of illness. Beside her was a steaming cup of liquid that smelled like the sour herb broth Sano's father took for headaches. How unlucky for him that Lady Niu should happen to be sick at home tonight instead of out celebrating Setsubun! His senses sharpened by fear, he studied her, seeking clues that would tell him how to convince her to release him unharmed.

Her face revealed nothing except the same impa.s.sive control she'd displayed during their first meeting. The only words he could think of sounded too much like begging, which would only humiliate him further. He tried to take courage from the fact that she'd brought him inside instead of having him killed at once. Was she open to negotiation? Or did she want to enjoy seeing him tortured?

"Eii-chan," Lady Niu said, lifting her chin.

After one last tug on Sano's bindings, the manservant stepped back. He crossed the room to stand at a point halfway between and to one side of Sano and Lady Niu. He shot Sano a brief but eloquent glance that warned of the punishment he would administer should Sano try to escape or harm his mistress. Then his face hardened to its usual stony blankness, as though he didn't care that he'd just almost killed a man, or that he soon would. Raising one hand to his chest, he lifted a small pouch that hung on a cord around his neck and held it briefly to his nose. Then he folded his arms and looked straight ahead, immobile but with a waiting tension, ready to spring into action at any moment.

"You interest me, Sano-san," Lady Niu said as blandly as if this were an ordinary social occasion. She sipped her broth, then continued. "Before Eii-chan disposes of you, I would like to know why you have continued to pursue a course of action that has already cost you your position and will now cost you your life. Why do you compound your troubles by breaking into my house like a common thief? You are not, I think, an unintelligent man. Please explain yourself.

Although the amount of time remaining to him might depend upon his answer, Sano resisted revealing his inner self to her. He didn't want to try to articulate the insatiable desire for the truth that he barely understood himself. Anger burned in him as he realized that she was toying with him. But he would have to play along with her and hope she gave him an opening that would allow him to bargain.

"I came here tonight to collect evidence that proves your son guilty of at least one of the crimes that I know he has committed," he said, ignoring her first question and keeping his voice even.

"Oh?" Lady Niu's eyebrows rose in polite surprise. "And what crimes are those?"

How much did she know? Could he throw her off guard by giving her unwelcome news about young Lord Niu?

"The murders of his sister Yukiko and the artist Noriyoshi. The murder of my secretary, Hamada Tsunehiko, whom he mistook for me. The murder of a certain samurai boy, and of your maid O-hisa. And... "

He stopped when he saw Lady Niu regarding him with a complacent smile on her unpainted lips. Her relaxed posture reflected a total lack of concern. She didn't seem the least bit shocked, or even dismayed.

"You know all this already," he said, unable to keep the amazement out of his voice. "You know what your son has done, and you don't care."

Lady Niu's smile deepened as she shook her head. "Really, Sano-san, I am disappointed in you. Perhaps I have overestimated your intelligence."

Then Sano experienced one of those great intuitive leaps that come so seldom and never fail to stun. His mind reeled with shock as minor facts that he'd overlooked came together to form a pattern entirely different from the one he'd a.s.sembled using only the major facts.

Lord Niu, although as strong as rigorous training and self-discipline could make him, nevertheless had a physical handicap. He could-and did-kill, but could he have disposed of Yukiko's and Noriyoshi's dead bodies alone? His men had helped him get rid of the boy he'd decapitated in a fit of anger, but would he have trusted them to a.s.sist in a double premeditated murder-especially when one of the victims was their lord's own daughter? Sano thought not.

Midori's stepmother, not her stepbrother, had sent her to Hakone. And Lady Niu had been the one to complain to Magistrate Ogyu about Sano. Then there was the manservant's strange odor. It came from the pouch that Eii-chan wore, which probably held medicinal herbs. Sano now recognized the smell from his room in Totsuka the night of Tsunehiko's murder. He noticed the unhealed scratches on Eii-chan's hands-inflicted by O-hisa and the night-watchman he'd strangled. Sano had believed that Lord Niu had committed the murders to protect himself. Now he realized that Lady Niu had ordered Eii-chan to kill Yukiko, Noriyoshi, and O-hisa. She had sent the manservant to kill him on the Tokaido, then had him dismissed and framed for murder. All to protect Lord Niu. He'd a.s.signed the right motive to the wrong person. Shaking his head in wonder, Sano beheld the miracle of finally arriving at the truth he'd sought, and finding it so different from what he'd expected.

"I can see that you have guessed the truth." Lady Niu laughed, a silvery trill that echoed in the hushed room. "Although unfortunately too late to do you any good."

Sano knew he must keep her talking, if only to postpone the inevitable. "You sent Yukiko to the villa in Ueno," he said. "You lured Noriyoshi there by promising him enough money to open his own shop. While you were enjoying music at Lord Kuroda's house, Eii-chan killed them and threw them in the river."

Lady Niu laughed again. "Things are easy to understand when the facts are known, are they not?" To Eii-chan she said, "Kill this trespa.s.sing fugitive and turn his body over to the doshin."

As Eii-chan pulled him to his feet, Sano said, "There's no use committing another murder for your son, Lady Niu. You can't protect him from himself, and you have nothing to gain from his treason. He will only die for it. You must know that."

Neither Lady Niu's expression nor her posture changed, but she stiffened perceptibly. "Treason?" she repeated. "Really, Sano-san, I must caution you against making such offensive and groundless accusations. Do you want me to have Eii-chan make your death a prolonged and agonizing one?"

Her voice remained calm, but an underlying tremor told Sano that he'd shaken her. She wasn't lying-why would she bother, since she planned to kill him anyway? She didn't know about her son's conspiracy! She'd arranged four deaths solely to cover the lesser of Lord Niu's crimes. But Sano's surprise at this discovery was nothing compared to that he experienced as he watched her eyes take on a haunted, inward-gazing look. She didn't want to believe her son guilty of treason-but she did believe. She knew what he was capable of doing.

Sano stumbled as Eii-chan dragged him toward the door. He continued quickly: "Your son and a group of other sons of daimyo plan to a.s.sa.s.sinate the shogun and overthrow the Tokugawa government."

They were out the door before Lady Niu spoke.

"Wait, Eii-chan... bring him back." She sounded both eager and reluctant, wanting and yet not wanting to hear. "How do you know this?" she asked Sano.

On his knees before her once again, Sano told her. When he finished, she didn't respond at once. She frowned, deep in thought, while he waited in suspense. What would she do? He sensed that he now had a chance to save his life, but he couldn't guess what his next step should be until she made hers.

Then Lady Niu's face cleared. "You have a most impressive imagination, Sano-san, to dream up such a tale," she said, her smile back in place. "It amazes me that you have even managed to convince yourself that this scroll exists, so completely that you would risk your life by coming here to steal it."

Sano's chest tightened as he saw that Lady Niu had conquered her doubts about her son. But he didn't let her see his dismay.

"How do you know the scroll doesn't exist?" he said. "Can you say for a fact that it isn't in your son's possession? What do you think he does when he goes to the summer villa in winter?"

Working against his natural inclination to address a daimyo's lady with deference, he hurled the questions at her. And was rewarded by a flicker of doubt in her eyes.

"Why don't we go to young Lord Niu's chambers and look for the scroll now? Wouldn't you like to prove I'm wrong-if you can?"

He'd gambled that Lady Niu couldn't resist a direct challenge. She didn't disappoint him.

"Very well," she said, haughty and disdainful now. "We shall go at once. And when this futile exercise is finished, Eii-chan will see that you suffer doubly for wasting my time and addressing me in such a rude manner." She rose, picking up a lamp.

Lord Niu's chambers were in a self-contained house across the garden from Lady Niu's. With Eii-chan close behind him holding on to his ropes, Sano followed Lady Niu inside. She slid open a door.

"Bring him in, Eii-chan," she called over her shoulder as she entered the room.

The room's mean proportions surprised Sano, as did the stark-ness of its undecorated white walls and bare-beamed ceiling. Entirely different from what he'd seen of the rest of the house, it looked like a monk's cell. Even in the dim glow of Lady Niu's lamp, he couldn't miss the cracked plaster, the worn spots in the tatami, and the patched windowpanes. The room was very cold, but he didn't see a single brazier. He would have expected a daimyo's son to live surrounded by lavish displays of wealth. But now he decided that the room suited Lord Niu perfectly. A visual statement against self-indulgence, its austerity reflected the stern warrior values that Lord Niu upheld.

"And now I will show you that you are wrong about my son," Lady Niu said. Her voice had a too-bright quality, as if she thought that by convincing him she could convince herself. Setting her lamp on the floor, she began opening the cabinets that covered one wall.

The cabinets held very little-cotton bedding, toilet articles, a few of the plain dark kimonos that Lord Niu favored, a chest of books and another of writing materials. Lady Niu smiled as she made an exaggerated show of examining everything, but her hands shook. When she sorted through the chests, she cringed like a woman expecting a snake to strike at her.

Sano watched her in silence. He realized he was holding his breath, and expelled it. What if she didn't find the scroll? What if she did? Getting her to help him look might not be the clever move it had seemed at first. Either way, she was bound to punish him. Cold sweat formed on his skin. He clenched his teeth to keep himself from shivering in the frigid air. The pain in his shoulders worsened.

Lady Niu stooped to investigate the last section of the cabinet, a shelf that held underclothes. She pulled out each item and replaced it, stroking the fabric absently. Finally she straightened and spread her empty hands.

"See?" she said with obvious relief and a genuine smile. "The scroll you described does not exist. There is no evidence of any conspiracy." She folded her arms as her smile vanished. "You will pay dearly for this insult to my son and me." Her eyes flashed a signal to her manservant. "Eii-chan. Proceed."

As Eii-chan yanked on the ropes and pulled him toward the door, Sano cast one last desperate glance at the cabinet. He saw something he hadn't noticed before, which gave him hope.

"Look, Lady Niu," he cried. "There-in the cabinet. A place you missed. Do you see it?"

Lady Niu frowned, but her eyes went to the cabinet. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. Eii-chan paused and turned toward his mistress for her orders.

Knowing this was his last chance, Sano hurried on: "Above the shelf of undergarments. That blank rectangular panel. There's a hidden compartment behind it!" Many cabinets had such compartments, for hiding money from thieves. Would that Lord Niu's did, too, and that he'd found it!

Hesitantly Lady Niu tapped the panel with her knuckle. A hollow sound resulted, and she quickly withdrew her hand.

"It is nothing," she said. "Just... just a design flaw. The cabinet is poorly made, my son won't have expensive furnishings in his chambers... " Her voice trailed off, and she lifted troubled eyes to Sano.

Sano could see her need to deny her son's crime, and her need to know whether the compartment contained the scroll. With a shock he realized that he and Lady Niu had more in common than he'd ever thought possible. Out of a need to control the forces generated by her son's turbulent nature, she might scheme and kill and destroy. Hers was a dangerous, misplaced loyalty. But like himself, she would never rest until she knew the truth. The knowledge both disgusted and heartened Sano. He thought he knew what her decision would be now. He let her struggle with herself until she reached it.

"Eii-chan, remove this panel," Lady Niu ordered.

Dragging Sano with him. Eii-chan walked to the cabinet. Sano watched in an agony of antic.i.p.ation as the manservant drew his short sword with his free hand and applied it to the panel. Lady Niu held the lamp close so that Eii-chan could see. The only sounds in the room were her rapid breaths, the scratch of metal against wood, and the distant bursts of firecrackers from the street.

Eii-chan inserted the blade beneath the panel. With a single quick movement, he bore down on the sword's handle. The panel came loose with a sharp crack that made them all start. As it fell to the floor, Sano felt a surge of triumph. He heard Lady Niu gasp.

There before them was a narrow, dark compartment just large enough to admit a man's two hands. Lady Niu reached inside it. The stricken look on her face told him what she'd found even before she pulled out the scroll.

Moving slowly like a woman in a trance, Lady Niu handed her lamp to Eii-chan, who let go of Sano to take it. Here, Sano thought, was his opportunity to escape. He let it pa.s.s, realizing as he did so that he'd already lost another when Eii-chan had relaxed his grip to work on the panel. The same yearning for knowledge and truth that had made him pursue his investigation kept him rooted to the spot. He had to see this moment through. Unless he could use what came out of it, his life was worth nothing anyway.

Lady Niu untied the silk cord that bound the scroll. Her face was devoid of all emotion now, but it had grown even paler. She let the scroll fall open. Her eyes moved up and down the columns of characters on the paper. Her colorless lips formed the words silently as she read. Then she sank to her knees, the scroll spread across her lap with her head bowed over it.

Sano took a step closer to Lady Niu. Eii-chan, perhaps uncertain what to do without orders from his mistress, didn't stop him. Looking down at the scroll he'd glimpsed only from a distance before, Sano read: We whose names appear here, signed in our own blood, commit our lives to the overthrow of the Tokugawas. Death to Tokugawa Tsunayoshi. Victory and honor to our clans, the rightful rulers of the land.

The Conspiracy of Twenty-One: Niu Masahito Maeda Yoshiaki Date Takatora Hosokawa Tadanao Hosokawa Tadao Kuroda Nagakira Kuroda Nagamura Asano Naokatsu Mori Kagekatsu Nabeshima Yorifusa Todo Yoshin.o.bu Todo Yoshihiro Ikeda Hirotaka Hachisuka Sadao Yamanouchi Hidenari Satake Masatoshi Arima Iyehisa Uyesugi Tadateru Uyesugi Tadasato Ii Masanori Toru gami Sano looked up from the scroll to see that Lady Niu had lifted her head. Her sorrowful eyes stared off into s.p.a.ce, and he knew she had finally accepted the fact of her son's treason. She was picturing and weighing the dangers that he faced. Betrayal by one of his servants, retainers, or fellow conspirators: possible. Death at the hands of Tokugawa Tsunayoshi's bodyguards or the public executioner: likely. Or, if he somehow managed to kill the shogun and escape, a relentless manhunt that would leave no corner of the country safe for him. Young Lord Niu would die without glory, sooner rather than later, successful or not, by his enemies' hands-or by his own, as a last-resort attempt to avoid capture and dishonor. His mother understood this. Sano could see it in the way her face seemed to crumple, as if the bone structure were disintegrating. Then she spoke, in a small, hollow voice completely different from her usual one: "He cannot succeed. He will only destroy himself."

Sano realized how much hinged on his handling of this moment. He might never make Lady Niu pay for the murders, but he could save the shogun and prevent much needless bloodshed. He chose his words carefully.

"You can save your son by preventing him from a.s.sa.s.sinating the shogun."

Tears shimmered in Lady Niu's eyes as she shook her head. "You do not understand. Ever since he was a child, my Masahito has had his own will. No one, nothing, could ever break his contrary spirit. And I, who have loved him and given him everything, have the least influence over him. I cannot stop him." Her voice broke in the ugly, tortured sob of one who rarely wept.

"You must try," Sano said softly. "Otherwise... " He paused, knowing he didn't have to finish the sentence. She knew as well as he that the standard punishment for treason was death not only for the traitor, but for his entire family as well. The Nius, with their power and influence, might be able to get their sentence reduced-to confiscation of their fief, and lifelong exile. But they would prefer death's lesser disgrace.

Lady Niu sat as still as a stone. Only her trembling lips betrayed her struggle for self-control. Then she said in a barely audible whisper, "It will do no good."

"At least talk to him," Sano coaxed. He wished he could put his hand on hers; touch might persuade where words couldn't. Instead he leaned toward her until Eii-chan pulled him back. "Go to him. Now, while there's still time."

"No. He will not listen to me. And besides, I do not know where he is. He said he was meeting someone who is costuming himself as a princess from The Tale of Genji... they plan to celebrate Setsubun together. Masahito seemed very excited... " Obviously dazed, Lady Niu was rambling as though unaware of the irrelevance of what she said.

"Then what about his father?" Sano asked. "If you tell the daimyo, surely he could-"

"No!"

Lady Niu's composure shattered. Her eyes widened, darkening as if she beheld some horror visible only to her. Then she bowed her head. Tears dropped onto the scroll as she wept silently.

Sano felt an unexpected sympathy for her. How would his own mother feel upon learning that her son was doomed? As she soon might. He fought his sympathy by remembering Tsunehiko and that terrible night in Totsuka.

"Then you must report the conspiracy to the authorities," he continued mercilessly. "For your own sake, and the sake of your husband and your family. You know you cannot cover up an attack on the shogun as you did the murders of Noriyoshi and Miss Yukiko. The truth will come out for everyone to see. And when it does, you won't be able to shield your son from the consequences of his actions."

A sudden stiffening of Lady Niu's body told him that she'd been trying to think of a way to do exactly that. Her tremulous sigh marked her failure.

"We will go to the Council of Elders now, and show them the scroll. They will- " Sano started to say "have your son arrested," then rephrased it "-see that young Lord Niu hurts no one. Come. You know you have no other choice."

She continued to weep. Sano waited. And waited. Would she agree? His own fate depended on her decision. He needed her company and that of her armed escorts to protect him from the police until he got to Edo Castle. Once there, he was almost sure he could make the devastated and distraught Lady Niu confess to the murders and exonerate him. Eii-chan's hand tightened on the ropes, increasing both his physical distress and his impatience.

Then Lady Niu raised her head and blinked away her tears. She squared her shoulders and achieved a poor semblance of the proud daimyo's lady she'd once been.

"You are right," she said, her voice at once bleak and resolute. "I have no other choice. Eii-chan, untie our guest and give him back his weapons. Then come immediately to my chambers. Sano-san, please excuse me while I make myself ready."

"Of course." Sano heaved a huge breath of relief as Eii-chan cut the ropes from his wrists, and not just from the end to discomfort. Very soon he would deliver a murderer into the hands of the authorities, reaping his revenge and serving justice. He would be a free man. And soon Lord Niu and his coconspirators would be arrested; the shogun would be safe. Picturing himself vindicated, restored to his status as a yoriki, his father well again, Sano fought down a surge of premature joy.

"May I have the scroll?" he added. It had lost much importance now that he had Lady Niu's cooperation. He'd known all along how little chance he'd have of convincing the authorities to revoke the charges against him-rather than arresting or killing him at once-and act against Lord Niu instead, scroll or no scroll. But he'd risked his life for it and still didn't want to let it out of his sight.

Lady Niu rolled up the scroll and retied the cord. Rising, she proffered it to Sano with a bow, her tear-stained face tense with the effort of simulating its former serenity.

Sano found her behavior oddly formal at a moment when no amount of formality could minimize the seriousness of her situation. Maybe she found comfort in polite ritual. He gravely returned her bow and tucked the scroll inside his cloak with the rope and sandal he still carried.

Alone in Lord Niu's room after Eii-chan left, Sano fastened his swords at his waist. The now-useless mask, which the manservant had also returned, he absently toyed with as he paced the floor. Time pa.s.sed; still Lady Niu didn't reappear. What was taking her so long? Had she changed her mind about going with him? What would he do if she had? He wondered how the knowledge that she'd killed to protect a son bent on self-destruction had really affected her. She deplored Lord Niu's wrongdoing, but he was her flesh and blood, and she loved him. Would she really betray him, even if the alternative meant her own and her family's downfall?

But she'd seemed so resigned, Sano argued to himself. As if she'd fully accepted the rightness of her decision...

Sano stopped pacing in mid-step. A sudden premonition stunned him.

"No," he whispered as he realized what Lady Niu's real choice had been.

Bolting through the door, he raced down the corridor. He sped across the dark garden and burst into the building that housed Lady Niu's chambers. As he neared her sitting room, he heard a loud, anguished moan. He was too late. A shout burst from him as he halted in the doorway and saw exactly what he'd dreaded seeing.

"No!"

Lady Niu knelt on the mat, gripping the handle of the dagger that protruded from her throat. Blood gushed from the vertical gash in her pale flesh and onto her kimono. Her mouth was open. A thick gurgle issued from it, then a gout of blood. Her eyes rolled back to show their whites. Eii-chan stood beside her. Holding his long sword in both outstretched hands, he swung it upward, behind and high above the nape of her neck.

"No!" Sano shouted again. Rushing into the room, he fell to his knees before them.

Eii-chan's sword flashed down in a swift arc, cleanly severing Lady Niu's head, which hit the floor with a sickening thump, then rolled to land face up right in front of Sano. A great fountain of blood spouted from the neck of her slumped body, drenching walls, floor, and ceiling in red. Warm droplets pelted Sano's face as he stared helplessly at the manservant who had helped Lady Niu commit jigai, the women's version of ritual suicide.

Eii-chan had acted as her second, ending her misery by cutting off her head after she stabbed herself. To the end, he'd carried out his mistress's orders with a complete and terrifying obedience. Sano couldn't hate this man who stood contemplating his bloodstained sword with an expression of sorrow, pain, and disbelief that made him seem for once fully human. Eii-chan was in many ways a better samurai than he. What tremendous inner strength must it require to kill the person one had sworn to serve!

Sano looked down at the mutilated thing that had been Lady Niu. Her body had fallen onto its side; her hands still clutched the dagger. With something akin to pity, he saw that she'd tied her ankles together so that her body would be found modestly composed, whatever her death agonies. He felt no satisfaction at witnessing the destruction of the murderer of four people. Instead he experienced an overwhelming rush of sorrow for this woman whose loyalty and love had destroyed her. His appet.i.te for vengeance dissipated, leaving him empty and shaken. He'd never imagined regretting the death of the killer he'd sought, but now he wished with all his heart that he could bring Lady Niu back to life. For a week, a day, or even an hour longer.

Because without her, how could he stop Lord Niu and exonerate himself?

Chapter 28.

As Eii-chan watched the glistening rivulets of blood drip from his sword, an unbearable emptiness opened inside him. The room seemed to blur until he was barely conscious of his surroundings. He was alone now. Horribly, frighteningly alone, as he'd been before Lady Niu entered his life.

He remembered that long-ago day in the courtyard of her father's mansion. He had been ten years old, ugly and already huge, painfully shy and sensitive and awkward. A confused child in a man's body which he hadn't yet learned to control. An outcast, trying not to cry as the other young samurai attacked him with their wooden swords.