The Snow Empress_ A Thriller Part 3

So went an important premise of the martial arts.

Although Hirata now knew who could help him in his quest for enlightenment, he had yet to discover how.

"What will happen if you tell me what's going on?" Sano said, oblivious to the conversation's undercurrent, focused on his immediate problems.

"The same thing that will happen to you and your comrades if you don't leave before you're discovered. My people will be put to death."

"How are 'they' going to find out that you talked?"

"They have their ways."

Hirata imagined that even in this wilderness, those in power had spies and informants.

"Well, that settles that," Sano said to his group. "We can hardly force these people to talk at the cost of their lives."

"What are we going to do?" Reiko asked, her face tense with her fear that their missions were doomed.

"In any case, we're stranded here. Our first step is to survive." Sano addressed the chieftain: "We humbly beg you to give us shelter and food."

When the Rat conveyed this plea, controversy erupted among the Ezo. The younger three protested to the chieftain, clearly begging him to refuse.

"They say that taking us in would endanger them," the Rat said, wringing his hands. "Oh, I wish we'd never come!"

Chieftain Awetok raised his hand, silencing his men. He spoke to Sano.

"He says he can't turn helpless folk out in this weather no matter the danger to his own people," the Rat said. "He'll feed us and make room for us in the huts." The three younger men accepted the p.r.o.nouncement with ill will, glowering at Sano's party. The Rat said darkly, "I have a bad feeling about this."

But the others in the party exchanged relieved glances. Sano said, "A million thanks for your generosity, Chieftain Awetok." And Hirata was fervently glad that they had a foothold, no matter how precarious, in this alien land.

4.

A flash of light and a cold draft on her face awakened Reiko. As she stretched under the heavy bed covers, she opened her eyes to the same thought that had been first in her mind every day for now more than two months: Masahiro is gone. Masahiro is gone. The same grief sank her heart. But as the cloud of sleep cleared, her second thought was, The same grief sank her heart. But as the cloud of sleep cleared, her second thought was, Where am I? Where am I?

In the dim, warm s.p.a.ce that smelled of wood smoke, embers glowed in a fire pit near the thick, lumpy mat on which she lay. Other human forms slept beneath fur blankets. Then she remembered the shipwreck on Ezogashima. This was the hut where the barbarians had put up her and Sano and their fellow refugees. Her next thought accompanied a spring of joy.

Today we'll find Masahiro!

Reiko reached for Sano, but he was gone from their bed. She'd felt the sunlight and wind when he went out the door. Now she became aware that her bladder was uncomfortably full. She scrambled out from the blankets. No need to dress; they'd all slept in their clothes. Careful not to wake the men, she found her shoes in the entry way. She lifted the mat over the exterior door and stepped into a world born anew.

The sky was the brightest, clearest blue she'd ever seen. Snow quilted the trees, huts, and ground, sparkling in rainbow crystals in the sunshine, deep violet in the shadows. The light dazzled her eyes so much they watered. The air was so cold that inhaling froze her nose. Dogs barked and cavorted in an open s.p.a.ce, wolflike beasts with rough black and brown pelts. An Ezo man flung down meat for them. They gobbled and fought over the food. The man spied Reiko and pointed into the forest.

She followed a path to three small thatched sheds. She went inside one, raised her robes, and squatted over the pit. It took only a few moments, but she was shivering and her bottom felt like ice when she'd finished. Outside, she met Sano.

"Good morning," he said with a smile. "I'm sorry if I woke you. I tried to be quiet so you could sleep a little longer."

"That's all right," Reiko said. "I was ready to get up. When can we go find Masahiro?"

"As soon as I can persuade our hosts to give us breakfast and point us toward f.u.kuyama City."

When they returned to the settlement, they found Ezo men gathering firewood from piles, filling buckets with snow to melt for water, and fetching food from raised storehouses. Suddenly they all froze motionless, as if on some silent command. Then Reiko heard what their keen ears already had-the distant barking of dogs, coming closer.

The dogs in the settlement growled in reply. Reiko heard crashes, rustles, and a sc.r.a.ping, whizzing noise from the forest. Down a path came ten hounds, each harnessed to a wooden sled. On each sled sat a samurai, driving his dog like a horse. The men wore swords at their waists, bows and quivers full of arrows on their fur-clad backs, and leather helmets. At first Reiko was glad for this sign of j.a.panese civilization, but as the dogsleds burst into the camp, Sano reached for his sword. Hirata, the detectives, and the Rat rushed from their hut, alarmed because they'd sensed a threat. The Ezo men grouped together, bracing for an attack.

I have a feeling that getting to f.u.kuyama City isn't our biggest problem," Sano said.

The riders were youths in their late teens, led by one who wore deer antlers on his helmet. Sano supposed they were Matsumae soldiers, they'd found the wrecked ship on the beach, and they'd come looking for survivors. The riders steered their sleds up to Sano's party and reined in their dogs, who halted and panted, muzzles dripping icicles, teeth sharp.

"There's too many of them to take back to the castle and execute," Deer Antlers said as he and his comrades jumped off their sleds. "Let's kill them here."

Sano realized that the trouble in Ezogashima had come straight to him. "Stop right there," he said.

They ignored his order and advanced on him. Detective Marume said, "It's been a while since I've had a good fight."

He drew his sword. f.u.kida and Hirata followed suit. The samurai aimed bows fitted with sharp, deadly arrows at them.

"Drop your weapons!" Deer Antlers said. He had thick features set in a cruel, hungry grin. "Line up in a row. Prepare to die."

Reiko moaned softly, but she held her dagger in her hand. Sano knew that although he and his comrades could probably take these men, there were too many more where they'd come from; he'd better stop the fight before it started. He said, "I'm the chamberlain of j.a.pan. Put down your bows and kneel."

Deer Antlers aimed at Sano and said, "Shut up! Do as I said." But his friends gaped at Sano, exchanged glances of dismay, and lowered their bows.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Deer Antlers said. "We have our orders. Shoot them!"

"Orders from who?" Sano asked.

"Lord Matsumae."

"I outrank him. You'll follow my orders, not his." Sano spoke with all the authority he could muster.

Nine bowstrings went slack. Deer Antlers said, "Don't listen to him!"

His friends objected: "He's too important to kill." "We'll get in trouble."

"I'm here on the shogun's business," Sano said. "Hurt me or anyone with me, and you're dead."

"We'll get in trouble if we don't kill him," Deer Antlers said, his arrow trained on Sano. "Lord Matsumae will kill us."

One of his men said, "Then you you shoot him. When he doesn't come home, when the shogun's army comes up here to see what happened to him and finds out he's been killed, we'll say you did it." shoot him. When he doesn't come home, when the shogun's army comes up here to see what happened to him and finds out he's been killed, we'll say you did it."

Deer Antlers hesitated, torn between murder and fear of punishment. His eyes shifted, seeking a compromise in which he wouldn't lose face.

Sano said, "Let's go to f.u.kuyama Castle and sort this out."

"All right." Deer Antlers scowled. "But hand over your weapons first."

Although Sano hated to be disarmed, he nodded at his group. Carrying their possessions in bundles, they marched along the road, the ten samurai riding the sleds behind them, dogs panting at their heels. Gaps between the trees showed glimpses of the ocean, brilliant blue and crusted with ice at the sh.o.r.eline. The clear air was bitterly cold despite the sun, but Sano began to sweat from trudging through the deep snow. Reiko lagged, and he pulled her along. At least the exercise kept them warm.

"You'll all be sorry we came," the Rat muttered.

Sano wondered what was waiting for them at f.u.kuyama Castle. There was no plotting strategy without some idea of the circ.u.mstances. "Why does Lord Matsumae want us dead?" he called over his shoulder.

"Shut up," came Deer Antlers' peevish voice.

"What's the matter with him?" Just keep moving."

More questions brought Deer Antlers riding up close behind Sano. Dogs leaped on Sano's back and knocked him into the snow. Hirata helped him to his feet and dusted him off.

After almost an hour, f.u.kuyama City came into view. It was built on a harbor where ships stood in dry-dock near warehouses. Wisps of smoke rose from what looked like a small, fortified j.a.panese town. Snow-covered buildings cl.u.s.tered around the castle that squatted on a rise. Beyond town spread Ezogashima's vast forests, the distant mountains fading blue into the sky. Southward, the ocean stretched, blank and boundless.

Their escorts goaded Sano and his group past a military checkpoint. The abruptness with which they entered town unsettled Sano. The distance had seemed greater-a strange illusion. Along a main street, dingy wooden buildings contained shops. Merchants shoveled snow off their doorsteps. Sano didn't see any women; they were few in these parts. He heard a gong tolling nearby, then realized that the sound came from a temple he could barely see perched on a high, faraway hill. An unusual quality of the air warped sound as well as sight. It gave Sano a disquieting sense that nature's usual rules didn't apply in Ezogashima.

"Everyone here is j.a.panese," Reiko commented softly.

"The law bans Ezo from the city," Sano explained.

Samurai patrolled on foot, outnumbering the commoners, who kept their heads down, fearful of attention. Sano had the impression of a city clamped down even tighter under martial law than at home. He thought to wonder what the Ezo he'd met were doing around here at all. The Ezo came from their villages in the interior to live in the settlement during the trading season, spring through autumn only. Here was another strange circ.u.mstance.

The procession mounted the rise to the castle. It was similar to Edo Castle, enclosed by a high stone wall topped with covered corridors and a guardhouse built over the ironclad gate, but on a smaller, lower scale. Its few peaked roofs seemed to sag under their weight of snow. Pine trees and a keep rose above them. Deer Antlers ran up to the two guards pacing outside the gate. They argued about what to do with their prisoners, until a guard said, "Take them to Lord Matsumae."

Marched through the gate, Sano found himself in a courtyard facing run-down barracks. More samurai guards loitered outside. As Deer Antlers led the way through a gate to the inner precinct, he called to a guard and pointed at Reiko.

"Take her to the women's quarters."

Reiko looked aghast at the thought of being separated from her group. Sano said, "No. She stays with us."

"One more word out of you, and I'll cut you even if you are the chamberlain." Deer Antlers told the guard, "Take her."

Sano felt helpless as he was led in one direction and Reiko another. He sent up a silent prayer for her safety. He never should have let Reiko come.

A garden of snow-mounded shrubs and boulders surrounded the palace. Servants were clearing paths bordered by snow from earlier falls. s.h.a.ggy evergreens almost hid the half-timbered walls. More guards let Sano, his comrades, and his escorts in the door. Deer Antlers led them along a corridor almost as cold as outside. They entered an audience chamber. Its smoky heat from many charcoal braziers and glowing lanterns was a relief. But Sano felt something bad in the atmosphere even before he saw its occupant.

Lord Matsumae crouched on the dais. He sprang to his feet as his men pushed Sano, Hirata, the Rat, and the detectives to their knees before him. An old, faded black robe that hung loose on his emaciated figure gave him the look of a crow. His face was gaunt and shadowed by whisker stubble, his shaved crown sprouting tufts of hair. His eyes were sunken, bloodshot, and burned with a strange light.

Sano had met him once, during his attendance in Edo three years ago. He remembered Lord Matsumae as an intelligent man with sensitive features, refined manners, and impeccable grooming. The change in him shocked Sano. When Lord Matsumae moved to the edge of the dais and loomed over him, Sano smelled a foul stink of unwashed body. His robe was blotched with stains. What had happened to him?

"Honorable Chamberlain." A sneer twisted Lord Matsumae's voice. "This is such an honor, that you've come all this way to see me." His mockery turned to rage, and he shouted, "Now what in h.e.l.l are you doing in my domain?"

Sano realized that Lord Matsumae had gone mad. Whatever the reason, he was the source of the trouble in Ezogashima. And madmen were dangerous, especially when they commanded an army. Hirata and the detectives looked at Sano, angered by Lord Matsumae's rudeness to him and expecting him to put the man in his place. But Sano thought it wiser to be cautious.

"The shogun is concerned about you because you didn't show up for your attendance," Sano said, his tone deliberately mild. "He sent me to find out if you're all right."

"Why, I'm perfectly fine." Sudden tears glistened in Lord Matsumae's eyes. Half his attention focused on Sano; half aimed inward, at something dark.

"Then why didn't you come?" Sano said.

"I had more important things to take care of."

There shouldn't be anything more important to a samurai than obeying his lord's law. "Such as?"

Emotions jerked Lord Matsumae's face into tics.

"Why have you closed Ezogashima?" Sano said, impatient as well as fearful because this man in the throes of a mental breakdown held the power of life and death over him and his comrades. "Why have you cut off communications?"

Lord Matsumae crouched face-to-face with Sano. His stink nauseated Sano; his teary eyes blazed. "For the sake of justice. That's something you should understand very well, Honorable Chamberlain. You, who have a reputation for seeking justice yourself and stopping at nothing to get it." He laughed at the surprise on Sano's face. "Oh, yes, I know about you. We in the far north aren't such a bunch of isolated, ignorant brutes as you think. I am simply following your fine example."

Sano was dismayed that he could have inspired Lord Matsumae's bad behavior, even unwittingly. "Justice for whom?"

Lord Matsumae dropped to his knees. He whispered, "Tekare."

Sano felt Deer Antlers and the other guards hold their breath, a signal that the conversation had entered dangerous territory. "Who is Tekare?" Sano asked.

"She was my mistress." Grief clenched Lord Matsumae's face. His tears spilled. "My dearest, beloved mistress. She's been dead almost three months now."

Glad that they seemed to be getting somewhere at last, Sano said, "What happened to her?"

"She was-" Lord Matsumae gulped. Tremors shook his body.-murdered."

This, the loss of his woman, was the cause of his breakdown and the reason for everything that had followed. Love and grief had deranged him. Then he'd used his power to act out his madness and put himself in bad odor with the regime.

"I'm sorry to hear that. My sincere condolences." However, Sano couldn't quite believe that mourning was all that ailed Lord Matsumae. He'd never seen it cause such a spectacular transformation of character. There must be more to Lord Matsumae's troubles, although Sano couldn't imagine what. Again he had the disorienting sense that things were different here, the people as well as their environment subject to strange phenomena. "But I don't understand why you closed off Ezogashima. What was that supposed to accomplish?"

"I want to know who killed my Tekare," Lord Matsumae said. Sardonic humor glinted through his misery. "You may think you're a great detective, Honorable Chamberlain, but I've spent twenty years ruling this domain, and I know something about police work. What do you do with a murder suspect?

"You lock him up and interrogate him until he confesses. Well, I have a whole city of murder suspects, all the people who were in the area when Tekare died. I've locked them all up. I've been busy interrogating them. I don't want anybody from the outside to come in and interfere. And I won't stop until one of them confesses to killing Tekare."

Holding the domain hostage was a clever albeit extreme plan for a murder investigation, but it didn't seem to have worked. "No one's confessed?"

Not yet. But somebody will. They can't hold out much longer."

A cold, ominous sensation trickled through Sano as he remembered the fear in the townspeople's faces. "What have you done besides interrogate them?"

Lord Matsumae laughed. "Come now, Honorable Chamberlain. Certainly you're aware of means of making people talk."

Torture, Sano thought; legal although not always effective. "I'm aware that they often produce false confessions." Sano thought; legal although not always effective. "I'm aware that they often produce false confessions."

"No matter." Lord Matsumae's hand flicked away the legions who must have suffered at it. "And no matter that some of the suspects couldn't withstand my interrogation."

"How many died?" Sano said, all the more disturbed.

Lord Matsumae's expression turned deliberately vague, mockingly innocent. "Did I say anyone died? But if they did, then their example should encourage someone who knows the truth about the murder to inform on the culprit."

If Lord Matsumae didn't kill everybody first. Sano's ominous feeling turned to dread. "I sent some envoys to you a while ago. They never returned. What became of them?"