The Samurai's Wife Part 16

Founded in ancient times, Kodai Temple had gained prominence after Toyotomi Hideyos.h.i.+'s death almost a century ago. His successor, Tokugawa Ieyasu, had granted it to Hideyos.h.i.+'s widow, who had become a nun, taking the religious name Kodai-in and retiring to the temple convent. Later, bent on eliminating potential challengers, Ieyasu had besieged the Toyotomi stronghold at Osaka Castle. Kodai-in, who had gone there to join her son, had been annihilated along with the last remnants of the Toyotomi clan. Now the Widow's Temple memorialized her.

Sano walked along the Reclining Dragon Corridor, an undulating covered bridge with roof tiles shaped like scales. Around him spread ponds, gardens, ceremonial halls, and residences. To the east, Higas.h.i.+ Cemetery ascended a hillside in tiers of gravestones. Sano entered the sanctuary. Carved gold lacquerwork on the walls and altar reflected the flames of thousands of oil lamps. Incense smoked before a golden statue of Kannon, the Buddhist G.o.ddess of mercy; shrines held wooden images of Hideyos.h.i.+ and Kodai-in. Heat s.h.i.+mmered like currents under water. An elderly nun, small and stooped with a shaven head, bowed to Sano as he approached her.

"I am the abbess of Kodai Temple Convent," she said. "May I a.s.sist you?"

After introducing himself, Sano said, "I'm here to see a nun named Kozeri."

The abbess's wrinkled face hardened into unfriendly lines. "If you've come on behalf of Kozeri's former husband, you've wasted your time. She has nothing to communicate to the left minister, and she sees no one from outside the temple. To visit repeatedly and send letters or envoys is futile. Perhaps if you relay that message to the left minister, he will accept the situation and leave Kozeri alone."

"I'm not the left minister's envoy," Sano explained quickly. "I'm investigating his murder."

"Murder?" Shock rounded the abbess's blurry eyes. "I'm sorry; I did not know." She shook her head. "Here, we shun news from the outside world.... Forgive me for mistaking your purpose."

"I need to speak with Kozeri as part of my inquiry," Sano said. "It won't take long."

The abbess hesitated, then said, "I will fetch Kozeri."

"Please don't tell her who I am or why I'm here," Sano said. "I'll do that myself."

"Very well."

After the abbess left, Sano dropped a coin in the offertory box, lit a candle, and placed it on the altar. He silently prayed for the success of his mission, and for the safety of Reiko, who was at the Imperial Palace now.

"Lady Asagao has been called away, but she told me to have you try on your new costume for the play," said the lady-in-waiting who greeted Reiko outside the imperial consorts' residence.

A gust of wind ruffled the trees and wisteria vines in the courtyard where they stood. Thunder shuddered the overcast sky, and raindrops hissed onto the gravel-covered ground. The lady-in-waiting said, "It's going to storm. Let's hurry inside."

She ushered Reiko into the low building. Here, Reiko knew, no men except the emperor were allowed. As she and her escort walked through the corridors, maids lowered the wooden rain doors along the exterior wall. Mullioned paper part.i.tions defined a series of chambers. Through their open doors Reiko saw young women sipping tea and grooming themselves. They smiled at her and bowed. The emperor apparently had many consorts besides Lady Asagao, with many attendants to serve them. Chatter and laughter filled the air.

Lady Asagao had a suite at the center of the residence. Entering this, Reiko saw rain doors and sliding paper panels standing open to a garden landscaped with willows and lawn. Painted landscapes decorated folding screens that divided the suite into three sections, each crammed with furniture and personal articles. In the dressing area, an alcove held built-in cabinets whose drawers and shelves spilled colorful clothing. Lamps burned on a low table littered with combs, brushes, jars, and a mirror. Shoes lay scattered on the floor. The lady-in-waiting pointed to a wooden stand that displayed a lavish emerald silk kimono embroidered with pink lilies.

"This is your costume," she said to Reiko. "May I help you change?"

"Oh, no, thank you, that's not necessary," Reiko said. "Don't trouble yourself."

"It's no trouble," the lady-in-waiting said with a smile. "I'm honored to serve you."

"Oh, but I'm sure you're very busy. And really, I can manage alone."

The young woman hesitated.

"It's all right," Reiko said. "I won't disturb Her Highness's things, and I'll call you if I need help."

After the woman left, Reiko waited a moment to make sure she was gone, then hastily closed the doors to the corridor and the exterior wall panels. Her heart raced in panic because she didn't know how much time she had to search the chamber before Lady Asagao returned. Nor did she know exactly what she hoped to find, except proof that Asagao was someone other than who she seemed.

Reason told her to look for letters or other personal papers. Reiko sped around the folding screen into the central area of the suite, which appeared to be a parlor. A samisen, musical scores, and playing cards lay on the tatami. Furnis.h.i.+ngs consisted of low tables, lanterns, floor cus.h.i.+ons, an iron chest, and a writing desk. The desk was a flat, square red lacquer box. On the slanted lid lay four small, clothbound books. Reiko opened one. She scanned the pages and recognized lines from the play she'd performed in yesterday. She tossed the scripts aside and lifted the desk's lid. Inside, empty jars, frayed writing brushes, and an inkstone covered with dried, flaking pigment lay amid piles of crumpled papers. Reiko s.n.a.t.c.hed up the papers and riffled through them. Some were theater programs. Others were copies of cla.s.sic poems-probably childhood calligraphy lessons. If Asagao had written anything later or more revealing, Reiko didn't find it.

Rain clattered on the tile roof; the wind rustled through the garden. Reiko flung up the lid of the iron chest. Inside were dolls and other toys apparently saved from Asagao's youth. Hearing female voices nearby, Reiko froze, holding her breath. Then came a series of thumps as maids lowered the rain doors outside the suite. Darkness shadowed the parlor. The maids moved on. Reiko exhaled in relief. Closing the chest, she hurried around the folding screen into a sleeping area.

There a futon and light summer blanket lay beside discarded night robes. Reiko yanked open drawers and doors in the wall cabinet and found bedding, charcoal braziers, lamps, and candles. Chests contained winter quilts. The only unusual discovery was a stash of wine jars in a cupboard.

Reiko rushed back to the dressing area. She rummaged through the clothes in the cabinets. The scent of lily perfume issued from silk robes and sashes. Touching these personal things made Reiko guiltily aware that detective work often violated courtesy. As she examined drawers of fans and hair ornaments, she wondered whether she'd breached Asagao's privacy for no good reason, because she found nothing she wouldn't expect of a rich, pleasure-loving, and harmless young woman. But then she pulled open the door of a compartment level with her face....

A sour metallic smell billowed out, familiar and disturbing. Reiko's breath caught. As her heart began pounding, she peered into the compartment. Its contents lay far back in the shadowy recesses. Slowly she reached inside. Her fingers touched fabric that had an odd texture-smooth and soft, with stiff patches. She drew out a bundle of heavy mauve silk and thinner white cloth, both blotched with reddish-brown stains.

Dried blood.

Shocked, Reiko separated the bundle into two garments-a n.o.blewoman's court robe and an under-robe. The blood had darkened the front hems of the garments. Into Reiko's mind came a picture of Asagao, wearing the robes, standing in the midnight Pond Garden. At her feet lay Konoe's corpse, oozing blood. Reiko envisioned the blood spreading across the ground, seeping into Asagao's long robes. Asagao panted, recovering the breath expended in the spirit cry, a look of evil triumph on her pretty face....

Reiko shook her head in confusion. Wind lashed torrents of rain against the building; water dripped and splattered outside; a crack of thunder provoked excited cries from the palace women. The air in the room was hot and still, the atmosphere suffocating.

"Merciful G.o.ds," Reiko whispered.

Here was a clue that implicated Lady Asagao in the crime. Yet the discovery was less gratifying than disturbing, because Reiko couldn't believe Asagao was the killer. Holding the robes at arm's length, she gazed at the bloodstains and sought another explanation for them.

Maybe they weren't Left Minister Konoe's blood. Maybe Lady Asagao had accidentally soiled her clothes during her monthly bleeding. However, this looked like too much blood for that, and why only on the hems? Maybe Asagao or someone else had gotten injured and bled on the floor, then Asagao had stepped in the blood. But why hide the garments instead of cleaning them? Then again, if she was guilty of murder, why hadn't she destroyed the evidence?

The quiet sound of a door sliding open jolted Reiko out of her contemplation. With a gasp of surprise, she clutched the robes against her chest, turned, and saw Asagao entering the room. Guilty shame leapt in Reiko.

"Oh, h.e.l.lo, Your Highness," she said brightly. "I was, uh, just about to try on my costume for the play."

Asagao made no reply. All her vivacity had vanished; she seemed a forlorn ghost of her usual self, and her bright makeup a mask painted onto her expressionless face. She looked at Reiko, and confusion wrinkled her brow, as if she couldn't quite remember who Reiko was.

"Your Highness?" Reiko said, puzzled.

Asagao's gaze s.h.i.+fted to the robes that Reiko held, then moved downward to the bloodstained hems. A strange mixture of disbelief, terror, and resignation filled her eyes. With a tiny whimper, she sank to the floor, buying her face in her hands.

The summer storm enmeshed Kodai Temple in veils of windblown rain. As Sano listened to the thunder and watched a draft elongate the flame of the candle he'd lit on the altar in the sanctuary, he felt someone beside him. He turned and saw a nun, who'd entered the room so quietly he hadn't heard her.

The nun smiled. She was of average height and perhaps in her mid-thirties, and wore a loose gray robe. "I am Kozeri," she said. Her soft voice echoed in the shadowy hall. "You wish to speak with me?"

"Yes," Sano said, then took a closer look at the nun. Her high brow and cheekbones and the skull beneath her bare scalp were exquisitely molded. Her ivory complexion gleamed in the lamplight. Her eyes were long crescents beneath heavy, slumberous lids, her smiling lips full and sensuous. Admiration leapt in Sano; his heartbeat and breath quickened. This sudden, physical response to Kozeri caused him considerable surprise. He'd thought that age and marriage had put him beyond the point where a stranger's beauty could captivate him.

Hiding his discomfort, Sano introduced himself and said, "Unfortunately I have some bad news for you. Your former husband, Left Minister Konoe, is dead."

Kozeri stiffened; her smile faded, and she turned away to face the altar. "How did it happen?" she asked.

"He was murdered." As Sano gave details and explained why he'd come, he thought Kozeri's shock seemed genuine and her question logical. But was she disturbed by Konoe's death, or by the arrival of the shogun's detective? Sano said, "I must talk to you about some things that may have a bearing on the crime."

She swallowed hard. "All right."

"How did you happen to marry Left Minister Konoe?" Sano asked, moving over to stand beside Kozeri.

"I'm from the Nakanoin clan." This was a minor kuge family. "When I was fifteen, I married a cousin, but he died." The lamps illuminated Kozeri's profile. "Left Minister Konoe was a widower. He arranged our match with my family."

"Were you willing at the time?" Sano asked, trying to shake the uneasiness that Kozeri's presence engendered, and disturbed to recognize the onset of s.e.xual attraction. Kozeri was a nun and a potential witness in the murder case. He had a wife he loved dearly; since their marriage, he hadn't even noticed other women. What was happening to him?

Kozeri stared into the flames as if trying to see across the years. "It was so long ago." She folded her hands across her bosom, absently stroking the tops of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "I put the past behind me when I entered the nunnery."

Watching her, Sano couldn't help imagining the softness of her skin, the warm pliancy of her body. Lamp flames guttered in the draft; outside, the rain battered the roof and cascaded off the eaves. With difficulty Sano banished the troubling thoughts from his mind.

"Did you love the left minister?" he asked.

"No." A faint smile lifted the corner of Kozeri's mouth. "I was seventeen when we married. He was thirty-two." She glanced sideways at Sano. "We were never close. I suppose we just weren't suited to each other."

"You never had any children?" Sano asked.

A blush warmed her ivory complexion. "Left Minister Konoe has grown daughters." Sano had interviewed these women along with the rest of Konoe's family; they had firm alibis and no apparent reason to wish their father dead. "But he and I were married only a year." Again Kozeri glanced at Sano. "I suppose there wasn't enough time for us to have a child together."

"You ended the marriage." When Kozeri nodded, Sano said, "Why?"

"I decided that I wanted to devote my life to my spiritual calling."

"Did you have any other reasons for leaving the left minister?"

"No," Kozeri said. "He was a good man who gave me everything a wife could wish for."

Evidently the pa.s.sion in the marriage had been one-sided, and the spiritual connection a figment of Konoe's imagination. Taking from under his kimono the letters he'd found in Konoe's house, Sano said, "Let me read you something: " 'How could you leave me? Without you, every day seems a meaningless eternity. My spirit is a fallen warrior. Anger corrupts my love for you like maggots seething in wounded flesh. I long to strangle the wayward life out of you. I shall have my revenge!' "

Kozeri shuddered. The heavy lids veiled her eyes. She raised her hand at Sano, as if fending off the ugly words.

"That was written by the left minister, to you," Sano said. "Hadn't you read it?"

"... I stopped reading his letters years ago. When I was a novice, I wrote back, trying to make him understand that I meant to stay here. Then, after I took my vows, the temple returned all the letters unopened." Kozeri pressed her hands against her face. "I'd forgotten what they were like."

"I've read through these," Sano said, riffling the letters. "He sounds violent and spiteful. Didn't he act that way toward you when you were married?"

Kozeri shook her head, absently running shaky fingers down her neck. "He changed after we separated."

Though Sano knew that a broken marriage could compel people to extreme behavior, he didn't believe that a man's basic nature could change so radically. But he also saw how a man could become obsessed with Kozeri. Her enigmatic allure explained Konoe's determination to possess her, and his enraged frustration when thwarted. Sano found himself extremely curious about Kozeri.

Who are you? he wanted to ask Kozeri. What secret thoughts do you banish with meditation and prayer?

Instead Sano said, "Konoe never mistreated you in any way?"

"Never." She turned away from the altar to face Sano. In her eyes he saw a growing awareness of him as not just a bakufu official, but a man. Unspoken questions punctuated her reply, as though she wanted to know about him too.

"What did you think about the left minister's persistent attentions?" Sano was too disconcerted by Kozeri's interest to know whether he should believe her.

"I didn't understand why my husband acted the way he did," Kozeri said. "I felt as though I must have driven him to it, although I gave him no encouragement. At first I was resentful, but after years pa.s.sed, I came to sec the left minister as a man with a flaw in his spirit. He thought he could have whatever he wanted, and he was too stubborn to accept defeat. I pitied him."

An extraordinarily forgiving att.i.tude, Sano noted. "Still, you must be glad Konoe is dead, because now you're free of the nuisance."

Kozeri gave him an uncertain smile. "Perhaps his spirit now enjoys a peace he never knew in life. But I wouldn't wish murder upon anyone. And I've not had time to absorb the fact that he's truly gone. I suppose I shall rest easier, but I can't help blaming myself for the pain we caused each other."

Sano wondered whether her guilt arose from a different source. Had she played a role in Konoe's death? The room seemed to have grown hotter, and the effort of thinking in Kozeri's presence strangely difficult. "The left minister visited you," Sano said, trying to will away confusion. "When did you last see him?"

She frowned, remembering. "At the beginning of summer, 1 think. He forced his way into the convent, as he had many times before. The guards escorted him out, as always."

If Kozeri was telling the truth, then she had no motive for killing Konoe. Yet Sano would have to check the story of their relations.h.i.+p with people who'd known them both, because Kozeri was still a suspect. Fifteen years in a Buddhist convent offered a possible connection between her and the method used to murder Konoe.

"Do the nuns practice shugendo here?" Sano asked.

Shugendo, the Way of Supernatural Powers, had been pioneered by Buddhist priests. The legendary hero En-no-Gyoja, who'd lived sixteen hundred years earlier, could command armies from far away, walk on water, fly through the air, and appear in different places simultaneously. His followers were renowned for their knowledge of the occult. Ancient magistrates hired them to read men's minds and divine facts through magic trances. Throughout history, samurai had studied with Zen monks who taught the esoteric techniques of mental control... including the art of kiai.

"We practice some methods related to shugendo," Kozeri said, "but only those that involve developing inner harmony." She added, "This is a peaceful religious order. We shun violence and have no need of supernatural combat skills."

This had been far from true in the past, however, when Buddhist monasteries had partic.i.p.ated actively in warfare. Finally the samurai had razed enough temples and slaughtered enough priests to subjugate the clergy. The Tokugawa kept them under strict surveillance. But here at Kodai Temple, a haven of Buddhist tradition, had ancient practices survived? Maybe Yoriki Hos.h.i.+na was mistaken in believing there'd been no outsiders in the Imperial Palace on the night of the murder. Was it possible that Kozeri could have acquired the ability to kill with her voice? Maybe she was the enemy who had failed to turn up in the preliminary investigation.

Contemplating her, Sano grew ever more aware of Kozeri's attractions. Her unconscious habit of touching herself suggested a delight in the senses despite her choice of a religious life. Sano pictured the lush body concealed beneath her robe. s.e.xual desire a.s.sailed him in a hot, turbulent rush.

He asked his next question while hardly conscious of the words he spoke: "A clerk from Left Minister Konoe's staff was murdered soon before you married Konoe. Can you tell me anything about it?"

Kozeri's veiled eyes and parted lips gleamed wetly in the smoky light. "I vaguely recall the incident." Hearing her breath catch, Sano knew she felt desire, too. The thought thrilled him. "But I was quite ill at the time, and not much aware of anything except my own troubles. I'm sorry I can't help you."

Now horror and guilt overwhelmed Sano; he barely heard Kozeri's words. How could he want another woman when he had Reiko?

There was something important that he'd forgotten to ask Kozeri, but he couldn't think what it was. He must get out of here, now. "Excuse me," he said abruptly.

Leaving Kozeri standing alone, he fled the sanctuary. The rain had slackened to a drizzle; puddles in the temple grounds reflected the leaden sky. Sano breathed the moist, fragrant air and wondered what had come over him. Then he heard someone call out his t.i.tle. He saw one of his soldiers hurrying toward him.

"I have an urgent message for you," the soldier said, "from your wife."

12.

Sano said to Lady Asagao, "I've summoned you here to discuss the murder of Left Minister Konoe."

He was seated in the reception hall of the bakufu office that had been built in the imperial enclosure for ceremonial visits from shoguns, and to accommodate local officials on business at the palace. Opposite him sat Lady Asagao, Right Minister Ichijo, Lady Jokyoden, and a group of court n.o.bles. Emperor Tomohito occupied a canopied dais nearby. Asagao's expression was vacant and Tomohito's bewildered, while caution hooded the faces of their companions. Tokugawa troops stood guard around the room.

"My wife found these in your room, Your Highness," Sano said, pointing to a clothes stand that held the bloodstained robes. "Please explain them."

The message Reiko had sent to Kodai Temple had asked Sano to meet her at Nijo Manor immediately. When he got there, she'd given him the garments and told how she'd discovered them. Sano had left Reiko there and ridden to the palace. His order for Asagao to report to the bakufu office had also brought the emperor and his mother, chief official, and top advisers.

Right Minister Ichijo said coldly, "For your wife to search Lady Asagao's rooms without her permission was a grave insult to the Imperial Court."

"Lady Asagao and I offered your wife friends.h.i.+p, and she took advantage of our trust by spying on us." Lady Jokyoden spoke with stern reproach. Beautiful and authoritative, she was exactly as Reiko had described her to Sano. "Such underhanded tactics are deplorable."

The emperor glared at Sano. "Lady Asagao is my sacred consort. It's against the rules for anyone to order her around as if she were a commoner. She doesn't have to talk to you."

Asagao sat mute and immobile. She was pretty, as Reiko had said, but her bright clothing ill suited her lifeless manner. Sano couldn't imagine her performing in amateur Kabuki or spilling drunken confidences to Reiko.

"She had nothing to do with Left Minister Konoe," Emperor Tomohito said. "You've no right to treat her this way!"