by Bund
When Mura loosened Kaibara's sash, a small brown cotton pouch fell onto the table. Sano picked it up. Protected by its concealed position beneath the sash, it was free of blood. A white jade netsuke-charm-in the form of a grasshopper sitting on a plum dangled from the drawstring. Sano opened the pouch and saw silver coins inside. That the killer had left behind Kaibara's valuables eliminated robbery as a motive. And fortunately for Sano, thieving corpse handlers hadn't braved the blood and gore to find them. He tucked the pouch and netsuke inside his own sash.
"I'll return it to Kaibara's family tomorrow," he told Dr. Ito after explaining about Aoi's ritual.
Mura removed Kaibara's cloak, kimono, trousers, and under-kimono, leaving only the loincloth, which was stained with feces and urine: death had loosened Kaibara's bowels and bladder. The clothing had absorbed much of the blood, leaving only the dreadful accretion at the neck and faint blotches on the rest of the body, which was small and frail, with the withered muscles and pale, papery skin of old age.
"Whatever reason the killer had for attacking Kaibara, it wasn't for sport," Sano commented. "The old man couldn't have offered much of a challenge."
"Turn him," Dr. Ito said to Mura.
Sano leaned closer and voiced the obvious. "No cuts or bruises. Killed with one stroke. The murderer must have leapt out of the fog and surprised him."
Ito was studying Kaibara's neck. "Mura, clean the cut."
Mura fetched a jug of water, then rinsed and swabbed until the caked blood loosened; the water washed reddish-brown clots down a hole in the table and through a bamboo pipe to a drain in the floor. The drain gurgled. Sano fought nausea as the cut came clean. He tried to think of the raw red tissue, white bone, and slashed vessels as mere abstract shapes, unrelated to anything human, but an unpleasant sense of contamination crept over him. Though he hadn't touched the corpse, he felt an urgent need to wash his hands.
Dr. Ito must have noticed his discomfort, because he said, "Mura, cover the body."
Having finished cleansing the wound, Mura brought a white cloth from the cabinet and draped the corpse, leaving only the area of interest exposed. Sano's sickness abated. Not having to see the rest of the dead man made looking at the wound easier to bear.
"Thank you, Ito-san," he said.
Dr. Ito bent close to the wound, squinting with a scientist's concentration. "No jagged edges on the flesh, or roughness on the bone surface," he said, pointing. "This cut was made with a very sharp blade, in a single motion-swift, sure, without hesitation. And with the necessary amount of force correctly judged. The killer knew exactly what he was doing." His air of suppressed glee intensified.
"Then the killer is a skilled swordsman," Sano said.
"It would appear so."
Sano puffed out his breath in frustration. "Do you know how many men in Edo that description fits?" he asked, thinking of all the samurai who lived in the daimyo estates, and even the castle itself. In peacetime, many had little to do but practice their martial arts skills. "Or he could be a wandering ronin."
Oddly, Dr. Ito didn't seem to share his disappointment. With a dry chuckle, he said, "Your task is a difficult one, but do not lose hope yet. Let us examine the head."
They went to the other table, where Mura was unwrapping the smaller bundle. When Sano saw its contents, awe lifted him momentarily above his worries. He spoke on a sigh of mingled admiration and revulsion.
"A perfect specimen."
He'd read accounts of the head-viewing ceremonies that followed battles. This bundori was correct to the last detail. The downcast eyes, the neat pigtail tied with white paper, the square mounting board, the rouged face, the odor of incense-all conformed to the standard specified in classic war manuals. Tokugawa Ieyasu himself would have been pleased to receive such a tribute.
"But this only confirms that the killer is a samurai who knows how to prepare a trophy," Sano said. Morosely he touched the label tied to the pigtail. Then he frowned in surprise when he read the inked characters.
" `Araki Yojiemon' ?"
"I understand that war trophies are supposed to bear the dead man's name," Dr. Ito said. "Perhaps the killer did not know who Kaibara was, and chose another name rather than leave the label blank."
"But why this particular one?"
Araki Yojiemon, Sano recalled, had been a vassal of Tokugawa Ieyasu during the country's Sengoku Jidai-Time of War-more than a hundred years ago. The Araki clan had served the Tokugawa for generations, Yojiemon as a general in the battles Ieyasu had fought for Oda Nobunaga, during that great warlord's drive to conquer the nation. Sano failed to see any connection between Araki Yojiemon and Kaibara Toju's murder.
"And if the killer didn't know who Kaibara was, what would be his motive for murder?" Sano added. "Why kill a total stranger?"
Dr. Ito shrugged, sharing his bafflement. On a hunch, Sano detached the label and tucked it into his sash beside Kaibara's pouch. He must determine what, if any, significance the label had, and could think of one possible way to do it.
"Have you any advice for me, Ito-san?" he asked.
This, evidently, was the moment the doctor had been waiting for. Beaming in triumph, he said, "What I have is important news for you. And if you make use of it, you may not need advice. Mura?"
He nodded to the eta, who took from a cupboard a large, covered brown ceramic urn. "Sano-san, it is my dubious pleasure to inform you that this unusual murder is not the first of its kind."
"Not the first? What do you mean? How do you know?" Sano looked at his friend in confusion.
Dr. Ito only smiled and, with a wave of his hand, directed his attention to the eta.
Mura pushed the urn over to the table. With a sharp knife, he scraped off the wax that sealed the lid. He pried up the lid and set it aside. Then, grimacing in distaste, he plunged his hands into the urn's depths.
Sano gasped when he saw the dripping object that Mura lifted onto the table. Sake, apparently used as a preservative, streamed from a severed male head. An opaque white film clouded the dead man's eyes; his skin had turned grayish-white. In contrast, the prominent wart on his nose had darkened, and the lips had peeled back to expose yellow, overlapping teeth. His short black hair made only a skimpy pigtail.
"No label." Sano spoke through a wave of nausea. "I wonder why not?"
But the head, like Kaibara's, was mounted on a square board, and traces of rouge still adhered to its cheeks. This murder and Kaibara's were unquestionably the work of the same person.
"When did this happen?" Sano demanded. "Do the police know about it?"
But of course they must. How like Hayashi to withhold information from him! Anger boiled inside Sano.
"The head was brought in by the corpse handlers ten days ago, at my request," Dr. Ito said. "And I doubt very much whether the police were informed."
"Why not?" Sano tore his gaze from the gruesome trophy and faced his friend.
Dr. Ito exchanged glances with Mura. "The victim was an eta," he said.
"Oh. I see." Enlightenment dispelled Sano's confusion.
The authorities concerned themselves as little as possible with the outcasts; the police didn't bother investigating their murders, no matter how unusual. But for Dr. Ito's intellectual curiosity, the eta's death would have gone disregarded, along with whatever information it could furnish about the killer. Sano felt a rush of gratitude toward his friend, whose assistance and inspiration grew more valuable to him as their relationship progressed.
"Thank you, Ito-san," he said.
"Whatever are you talking about?" Dr. Ito feigned bewilderment, but a twinkle in his eye told Sano he understood and appreciated the tribute.
"Mura told me about the murder," he continued. "The man lived in his settlement. Having an unrealistically high opinion of my expertise, he asked me to help find the killer. But unfortunately, there was nothing I could do except preserve the evidence. Unless. "
He fixed Sano with a challenging gaze.
"Unle
ss I help." Sano thoughtfully studied the head. "Maybe I can. If the same person committed both murders, then maybe investigating this one will lead me to the killer."
At Sano's request, Mura clipped a lock of the murdered eta's hair and wrapped it in paper for him to carry to Aoi. Then Sano took his leave of Dr. Ito, elated at the new possibilities that had opened up before him, but at the same time disturbed.
Kaibara's decapitation wasn't an isolated incident. The killer had already demonstrated his willingness to kill more than once, for purposes yet unknown, and the Tokugawa bakufu was not his only target.
There was a madman loose in Edo, and how many more lives were at stake?
Chapter 6
A cold spring twilight descended upon the Asakusa temple district in the north of Edo. The rooftops of the shrines and temples curved and peaked against a radiant cerise sky. Bells tolled, their harmonious music winging over the western hills, the river, and the city. In the lanes that crisscrossed the district, paper lanterns glowed from the eaves of inns, shops, and food stalls, where pilgrims flocked, seeking food and shelter after their journeys and prayers. Orange-robed priests filed into the monasteries for their evening rites. Voices and laughter rang out; a cheerful serenity reigned.
Through the rippling tide of humanity strode the Bundori Killer. Barely aware of his surroundings, he ignored the noise, the crowds, the welcoming lights. His fellow men threw him uneasy glances, perhaps frightened by his air of grim purpose. Well, let them look. Let them stand in awe of Lord Oda's war hero. He headed for the Asakusa Kannon Temple, which shone like an enchanted fortress amid the lanterns that blazed within its grounds. The first two murders had whetted his appetite for more, and made him yearn harder for the past. Soon he would face another battle, and he must pray for victory.
In the sweltering confines of his lamplit field tent, Lord Oda Nobunaga paced before the generals summoned to this urgent night meeting.
"My traitorous brother-in-law, Asai, has allied himself with Lord Asakura of Echizen," he fumed.
During the ten years since the Battle of Okehazama, Oda had risen to the forefront of military power. He had crushed many rivals and gained an important ally, Tokugawa Ieyasu. He'd seized the capital at Kyoto. At times he seemed invincible and his eventual subjugation of the country a certainty. But the news of Asai's treachery, coming on the eve of his planned assault upon Lord Asakura's territory, drew murmurs of consternation from Oda's generals, among whom the Bundori Killer now numbered.
"Asai controls the passes of northern Omi Province," General Tokugawa Ieyasu said. "He'll ambush our army there before we can reach Echizen."
Bravely the Bundori Killer said what needed saying. "Then we must retreat now, so that we may live to triumph later." As all heads turned toward him, the young upstart, he added, "I will command the rear guard."
And pray that I can fend off Asai and Asakura long enough for my lord to reach Kyoto safely, even if I must die in the effort.
Outside Asakusa Kannon Temple, pilgrims clustered around a huge stone urn full of smoldering incense sticks. Some pilgrims were lame, others diseased. Chanting prayers, they cupped their hands to capture the healing smoke that rose from the vat, applying it to the affected parts of their bodies. The Bundori Killer marched past them to the temple's main entrance. Doves, heavenly messengers of Kannon, goddess of mercy, cooed and fluttered in the eaves. He entered the temple and crossed the hushed, cavernous hall.
The day's worshippers had deserted the temple. Two priests brushed past him, treading silently on bare feet, as he stood alone at the altar. He beheld the many-armed gilded statue of Kannon, the stalks of sacred golden lotus, the painted murals, the flickering candles and smoking incense burners that bathed everything in a shimmering golden haze. Then he bowed his head in prayer.
O, Kannon, let my troops crush the enemy forces. Let my victories follow one after another, as a tribute to my Lord Oda.
And then, because he was not so lost in the past that he'd forgotten the duties and dangers of his present-day reality:
I pray, let me destroy those who must be punished for the evil they have done. And those who dare stand in my way-especially the shogun's sosakan.
He dropped a coin in the offertory box to speed his prayers to the goddess, then left the temple. Outside, the sky had darkened; the crowds had almost disappeared. Only a few lanterns still burned in the streets. He joined the travelers on the road that led out of Asakusa. One hundred and nineteen years past, Lord Oda's army had clashed with Lord Asakura and the traitor Asai. But in the here and now, would the man he sought to kill fall before his sword tonight? Would he win another trophy to satisfy the debt of honor that had gone unfulfilled for so long?
For a moment, he pondered the practical difficulties of finding his next victim and avoiding capture. Then, with a giddy, ecstatic rush, he relinquished his hold on the ordinary world and slid into his dream realm.
Spring had given way to hot, humid summer. Lord Oda's army had survived Asai's ambush and returned safely to Kyoto, thanks to the Bundori Killer's masterful deployment of the rear guard. Now the time had come to crush Asai and Lord Asakura for good. Lord Oda's troops were on the march again, moving quietly by night, on horseback and on foot, beneath a swollen yellow moon, toward Asakura's headquarters.
The Bundori Killer led his unit. Inside his armor, sweat trickled down his back and chest. Scouts had just brought news that Asai and Asakura had marshaled twenty thousand troops across the Anegawa River. His metal helmet amplified the pounding of his heart, almost drowning out the sounds of the army's hoofbeats and footsteps, and the insect chants from the woods around them.
Under his command he had the troops levied from among Oda's conquered foes. Had they really transferred their allegiance to their new lord? Could he trust them?
He hid his doubt and his youth behind the imperious bearing of a seasoned general who expects and receives obedience. The army marched on toward glory, or death. The moon reached its zenith and began to descend.
"Listen!" someone murmured.
From a distance came the faint pulse of war drums. Oda's drummers struck up a thunderous counterthreat. The army increased its pace. Hooves pounded; thousands of swords rasped free of their scabbards. The troops took up positions on the riverbank, gunners and archers in the forefront, then swordsmen and spear fighters, with the generals in the rear.
Suddenly the drumming stopped. As the Bundori Killer gazed across the dark water at the waiting enemy host, his anxiety disappeared; he knew no fear or doubt. It was every samurai's duty to win his lord's battles, or to die trying. With stoic resignation, he awaited Lord Oda's command.
The menacing silence lasted an eternity. The hot night was perfectly still. Then Lord Oda's cry shattered the calm.
From the river's opposite bank came Lord Asakura's answering challenge.
Amid murderous shouts and deafening gunfire, both armies plunged across the water.
Chapter 7
What has your search turned up?" Sano asked Hirata from astride his horse when they met that evening on the wide boulevard that fronted Edo Castle's moat.
Hirata spread his hands in despair. "Gomen nasai-I'm sorry, but we went to every building within two gates of the murder scene, and didn't find any witnesses, anyone who acted suspicious, or any blood. One gate sentry reported seeing Kaibara last night, alone. Another saw a man in a cloak and hat who might have been carrying a basket. But he didn't get a good look at the man's face."
He stared gloomily at the bridge that led across the moat to the main gate. Above the towering stone walls, the castle's guardtowers and keep loomed blackly against the star-flecked sky. Torches burned on the hill, flickering in the darkness.
"We'd hoped to cover a wider area today, but it was slow going with just the four of us."
"You've done well nevertheless," Sano told Hirata, who straightened his shoulders and managed a smile. The young doshin had at least spared him the tedious footwork. "And we
have a new lead." Sano explained about the eta murder. "While your men continue the search, meet me tomorrow morning at the hour of the dragon at Kaibara's house in the bancho" -the district west of the castle, where the Tokugawa hatamoto lived.
"And Hirata, this earlier murder means that until we catch the killer, no one is safe. On my way here, I stopped at every gate and told each sentry to detain, search, and note everyone who passes after dark. I ordered every neighborhood headman to have armed citizens patrol the streets between dusk and dawn. I want you to do the same in as much of southwest Nihonbashi as you can before the gates close. We don't want to panic the townspeople, but, we must warn and protect them."
If Hirata minded following a hard day's work with a busy night, he didn't show it. He nodded briskly and said, "Yes, sosakan-sama."