Laura Joh Rowland - Sano Ichiro 08 - Dragon King's Palace

by Dragon King's Palace(lit)

  Of course, Sano thought, while disappointment clouded the shogun's face and Hoshina and Yanagisawa grimaced in disgust. Ryuko was too smart to name Keisho-in's whereabouts and risk that events would prove him wrong.

  "They say you must earn the knowledge," he told the shogun.

  "How? What must I do?" Tokugawa Tsunayoshi leaned toward Ryuko, hands clasped with anxious hope.

  "Your regime is out of harmony with the cosmos," Ryuko said. "Evil influences surround you and threaten your clan's future. You must purge your court of those evil influences. Restore its spiritual balance, and the path for Lady Keisho-in's return shall be cleared."

  "Ahh, that advice eases my mind." Immediately the shogun's relief turned to confusion. "But how can I, ahh, know who around me is evil?" he asked.

  Sano felt a pang of dismay as he guessed what Ryuko would answer.

  "I will divine names of the evil persons you must expel from the court," Priest Ryuko said.

  He flashed a triumphant gaze at the chamberlain and police commissioner. Sano watched their horror and panic at realizing that Ryuko had gained much control over the shogun and could depose them via false oracles. But Sano burned with an outrage that exceeded his fear of losing his own post. He felt a consuming hatred for Priest Ryuko that extended to everyone else in the room. Ryuko, Yanagisawa, and Hoshina all sought to use the kidnapping to advance themselves. All they cared about was their own political careers. And all the shogun cared about was his mother. None of them spared a thought for Reiko, Midori, or the hundred people who'd died during the massacre.

  Sano's anger swelled against the barrier of his self-control. He had to leave before he killed someone. He rose, and the other men stared, surprised that he would stand before the shogun dismissed him. Sano bowed to everyone. Then, for the first time ever, he walked from the chamber without permission from his lord. The anger roaring in his head drowned out the sound of the shogun's voice calling to him.

  Once outside the palace, he ran through the twilight, along the walled passages. He ignored checkpoint guards who shouted at him to stop for inspection. He arrived, breathless and sweating, at his own estate. The sentries opened the gate for him, and he halted in the courtyard. He bent over, panting, as cold realization quenched his anger.

  Walking out on the shogun had only worsened the danger to Reiko. The shogun might order him off the kidnapping investigation-if Priest Ryuko hadn't already persuaded their lord to banish or execute him. Then who would rescue his wife? Sano thought of Hirata. The chance that he and Marume and Fukida would find the women seemed poor, and Sano cursed his own rashness. The darkening heavens and the cool evening air reverberated with his fear that Reiko was lost forever and the world was crumbling around him.

  He felt a need to do something, anything, to forestall despair, and remembered that he had a jail full of Black Lotus prisoners to interrogate. As he started toward the barracks to fetch a squad of detectives, Sano fought qualms that the Black Lotus hadn't abducted the women and he was wasting time. A new fear for Reiko took root in him.

  His wife was not inclined to sit passively enduring whatever happened to her. Sano knew Reiko would try to strike back at her kidnappers and escape. Would she succeed? Or would her daring be the death of her?

  Reiko raised her hands high and stretched them toward the rafters that crisscrossed the ceiling of the prison. Her skirts were tied around her hips, her sock-clad feet planted on Lady Yanagisawa's shoulders. Lady Yanagisawa clutched Reiko's ankles and staggered beneath her weight. As she swayed dangerously, Reiko flailed her arms, trying to keep her balance.

  "Be careful, Reiko-san," Lady Keisho-in ordered. To Lady Yanagisawa she said, "Don't drop her, you fool."

  Midori watched, her eyes and mouth round with fright. Lady Yanagisawa steadied herself. Reiko reached up and caught hold of a rafter. A hole in the ceiling allowed her to clasp both hands around the wooden beam. It was rough and deteriorated from exposure to the weather, and split at intervals. Reiko yanked downward on the rafter. The wood held firm.

  "Pull harder," Keisho-in said, while Lady Yanagisawa tottered under Reiko.

  Wishing Keisho-in would be quiet, Reiko exerted her weight on the rafter. A mosquito alit on her chin; she ignored the sting. With a sudden sharp, cracking noise, the beam snapped. The break in tension canted Reiko backward. Lady Yanagisawa crumpled under Reiko like a mountain succumbing to an earthquake. She let go of Reiko's ankles. It happened so fast that Reiko had no time to experience fear nor prevent her fall. She crashed on her spine.

  The impact jarred her bones, knocked the breath from her. Midori shrieked. Keisho-in began scolding Lady Yanagisawa, who had fallen near Reiko and now leaned anxiously over her.

  "Reiko-san, I'm sorry I couldn't hold you up," Lady Yanagisawa said. "Are you all right?"

  Dazed and panting, her heart thudding in delayed fright, Reiko sat up. She ached where she'd hit the floor, but nothing seemed damaged. "I'm fine," she said. Yet perhaps she'd made a mistake by reviving Lady Yanagisawa. Had the woman deliberately let her fall? Could she trust Lady Yanagisawa to cooperate with her plan and not hurt her? How she wished the kidnappers were her only problem! But in her hands was the broken rafter-thick, heavy, and as long as her leg.

  "We have the weapon we need," Reiko said, triumphantly holding up the rafter.

  Midori smiled. Keisho-in applauded.

  "Now we wait until the men open the door and come into the room again." Reiko observed Lady Yanagisawa. The woman's gaze evaded hers, causing her more distrust. "You'll distract them, the way we discussed. Then. " Reiko swung the rafter at an imaginary foe. She hoped her plan would work, and that Lady Yanagisawa would control her murderous impulses for the sake of their survival. "After the men are unconscious, we all run."

  "I don't think I can," Midori said in a tiny, desolate voice. She clambered to her feet and staggered a few steps. Her belly bobbed huge and low. "I can barely walk," she said, collapsing to the floor.

  Dismay sank Reiko's heart. "You must try. I'll help you."

  "I can't walk either. My knees are too stiff," said Keisho-in, lifting her skirt to show Reiko the swollen joints. "You'll have to carry me."

  Reiko looked at Lady Yanagisawa, who gazed back in consternation. The two of them couldn't carry the shogun's mother and help Midori at the same time.

  "Please go without me. I'll stay behind. You must save yourselves." Midori spoke with self-sacrificing bravado.

  "I won't leave you here," Reiko said, appalled at the thought. If she and Lady Yanagisawa and Keisho-in escaped, the other kidnappers would eventually discover what had happened. Reiko shuddered to imagine Midori facing their wrath alone. Yet there seemed no way she could get both Midori and Keisho-in to safety. Their infirmities would diminish the chance of a successful escape. Getting caught would endanger all their lives-but Reiko believed that doing nothing would be fatal.

  "Lady Keisho-in and Midori-san will wait here," Reiko told Lady Yanagisawa. "I'll stay with them and defend them, while you fetch someone to rescue us."

  Midori smiled, tearfully grateful that she wouldn't be abandoned. Keisho-in frowned as if unsure whether to protest. Lady Yanagisawa beheld Reiko with horror.

  "I can't. I don't know where to go. I'll get lost." Her complexion paled with the terror that choked her voice to a whisper. "To talk to strangers, and ask for their help. " Lady Yanagisawa shook her head. "I can't."

  "You have to," Reiko said.

  "No. I can't. Please don't make me." Lady Yanagisawa shivered and recoiled; her eyes closed.

  Reiko saw that what she'd asked was truly beyond the woman's ability. "Then I'll have to go," she said.

  Misgivings troubled her, but she stifled them because doubt and fear would only impair her chances of saving her friends. Deepening shadow filled their prison with gloom. Reiko looked up at the patches of sky visible through the ruined ceiling. Stars glittered in the sunset's clear mauve afterglow. Reiko walked to a spot beside the door. She sat, h
olding the broken rafter in her lap, to wait until the kidnappers came.

  12

  Sano arrived home just before daybreak, exhausted and discouraged, after interrogating the forty-eight captured Black Lotus members at Edo Jail. Some had told him that the priest known as Profound Wisdom held secret rituals in temples at various locations around Edo, and Sano had sent men to search the places. But those informants apparently knew nothing about the kidnapping or massacre. The other captives were Black Lotus zealots who refused to say anything except that High Priest Anraku had risen from the dead to launch an attack of unknown nature upon the Tokugawa. Although Sano couldn't shake his conviction that the Black Lotus was behind the crimes, he'd realized he must explore other possibilities. He decided to catch a few hours of sleep, then plumb Edo's underworld for tips on who had abducted the women.

  Entering the private quarters of his mansion, Sano heard childish squalls. He walked down the corridor, into the nursery, and found Masahiro sobbing in bed. The nursemaid who slept on a futon beside the boy stirred awake. As she moved toward him, she looked up at Sano in surprise, for he usually let Reiko or the maids tend Masahiro when he cried at night.

  "I'll take care of him," Sano told the nursemaid. He lifted Masahiro and paced the room, hugging his son's warm, solid body, comforting them both. "It's all right, Masahiro-chan," he said. "You just had a bad dream."

  "I want Mama," wailed Masahiro, his face hot and wet with tears against Sano's cheek.

  "Mama is away. She'll be back soon." Concern for his son filled Sano. He wondered if Masahiro sensed something was wrong. Maybe he'd noticed the pall that Reiko's kidnapping had cast over the household.

  "Excuse me, Sosakan-sama," Detective Arai said from the doorway. "A message just arrived from Chamberlain Yanagisawa. He wants to see you at his estate right away."

  Though Sano had never expected to visit Chamberlain Yanagisawa's estate, he and four of his detectives now stood outside the stone wall topped with metal spikes. Dawn had paled the black sky to ashen pink, but the private compound seemed to gather the vestiges of night around itself. Pine trees inside cast deep shadows over the buildings. Sano's sharp eyes discerned soldiers in the watchtowers and archers perched on the gabled tile roofs. The compound was a fortress within the fortress of Edo Castle, designed to protect Yanagisawa from attacks by foes inside the shogun's court.

  Guards at the ironclad gate confiscated the swords from Sano and his men, then escorted them into the estate. Sano wished they could keep their weapons. Truce or no truce, this was hostile territory. He and his detectives trod uneasily along a flagstone path, into a courtyard enclosed by soldiers' barracks, and through grounds where more guards patrolled around the interconnected wings of the mansion. Watchdogs, led on leashes by servants, barked and growled at Sano as his escorts led him into a garden.

  Here, mossy boulders dotted an expanse of raked sand. Stone lanterns bordered a path that wound through dew-misted lawn, past gnarled shrubs to a raised pavilion with a thatched roof and lattice walls. Through its arched open doorway Sano saw the tall, slim figure of Yanagisawa. The chamberlain paced back and forth, his silk robes dragging the stone floor. Catching sight of Sano, he halted and beckoned. Sano joined Yanagisawa in the pavilion. They bowed to each other, while his detectives and the guards waited a short distance away.

  "Thank you for coming so promptly," Yanagisawa said.

  His manner was formal and composed, yet his eyes had the intense but unfocused gaze of a man experiencing severe shock. Sano comprehended that something dire had happened.

  "Has Priest Ryuko persuaded the shogun to condemn us?" This seemed to Sano the only possible reason for Yanagisawa's summons.

  Yanagisawa impatiently waved a hand, dispelling Sano's notion that the chamberlain had invited him here so they could ally against Priest Ryuko and save themselves from demotion, exile, or death. "After you so abruptly left the meeting last night," Yanagisawa said, "I managed to convince His Excellency that Priest Ryuko had been too hasty in judging us and we deserve another chance to rescue Lady Keisho-in." He spoke as if this hardly mattered and the clash with Ryuko had lost all significance. He resumed pacing.

  "Then why did you want to see me?" Sano asked.

  With a visible effort Yanagisawa halted his restless movements, faced Sano, and said in low monotone, "The ransom letter from the kidnappers has arrived."

  "What?" Surprise jolted Sano's heart, which began thundering a rhythm of anticipation and alarm as he stared at Yanagisawa. "When? How?"

  The chamberlain reached inside his surcoat and brought out a large folded white paper. "A patrol guard found it an hour ago, plastered on the castle wall. He brought it to me because he's one of my spies."

  "Have you shown the letter to His Excellency?" Sano said.

  Yanagisawa expelled his breath in a long, quavering gust. "Not yet. No one else knows about the letter."

  That he'd withheld important information from the shogun baffled Sano less than did the fact that Yanagisawa wanted to share the news with him first. "But why-"

  "Read it." Yanagisawa thrust the letter into Sano's hands.

  Nonplussed, Sano unfolded the paper. It bore columns of large characters written with black ink, in bold, elegant calligraphy. The message read:

  The woman thrashes wildly in dark water,

  Her long hair and robes spread,

  Like the petals of a flower cut and tossed upon the lake.

  Her cries for help pierce the night,

  But alas, to no avail,

  Cold waves engulf her beauty,

  Water bubbles into her lungs,

  Seaweed entwines her limbs,

  She surrenders fear and suffering,

  As she sinks into death.

  The pale wraith of her spirit departs its lifeless body,

  She drifts in enchanted slumber, Down unfathomable depths,

  Through watery channels,

  Into a cave far beneath the Eastern Sea.

  There she awakens in a glittering garden,

  Of sea urchins, anemones, shells, and coral.

  She floats past brilliant, swimming fish,

  Toward a palace built from luminous mother-of-pearl,

  Where the Dragon King rules his underwater realm.

  The Dragon King uncoils within his palace,

  His green scales and golden claws gleam,

  His eyes flash like crimson jewels,

  And flames breathe from his mouth.

  His undulating serpent's body encircles her,

  While she recoils in terror.

  But the Dragon King whispers, "Fear not, my lady."

  He heaps pearls, gems, and gold coins at her feet.

  "You shall be my queen and dwell here in my palace,

  For all eternity."

  Your Excellency the Shogun-

  Here is what you must do if you want your honorable mother returned to you. Denounce Police Commissioner Hoshina as a murderer, then execute him and display his corpse at the foot of the Nihonbashi Bridge. Obey my orders, and I will release Lady Keisho-in and her friends. Disobey, and they will be killed.

  Sano gave minimal attention to the poem, which made no sense to him. Amazed, he reread the kidnappers' demands and shook his head. He looked up at Chamberlain Yanagisawa, who watched him with controlled stoicism.

  "The target of the kidnapping isn't the shogun, or you, or me," Sano said. "It's Hoshina-san!" They couldn't have guessed; nothing had forewarned them. And the theories they'd devised in ignorance had misguided their investigation. "We've been hunting suspects in the wrong places!"

  "Indeed." Yanagisawa turned away from Sano and gazed out of the pavilion.

  As morning encroached upon the garden, shadows lifted; the landscape and colors gained definition. Sano experienced dawning relief because he now understood the kidnappers' motive and how to save Reiko. Then came the immediate, awful realization that the terms of the ransom put her in worse jeopardy than he'd imagined.

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nbsp; "What are you going to do?" As Sano spoke, apprehension struck a new chord.

  The chamberlain moved his shoulders in a gesture that bespoke the quandary weighing upon them. However much he wanted to rescue Lady Keisho-in and win the battle for the shogun's favor, should he allow the execution of his lover? Sano realized that Yanagisawa must care a great deal for Hoshina, or he would have already taken the letter to the shogun, and Hoshina would be on his way to his death. Still wondering why Yanagisawa had chosen to break the news about the ransom letter to him this way, Sano faced his own dilemma. He couldn't condone a blood sacrifice in exchange for the women, but Hoshina was his enemy, and Reiko's life was at stake.