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"But who is now the highest court official? Who's in the best position to ingratiate himself with the emperor?"

Ichijo greeted the accusing questions with a thin smile. "In the ancient art of statesmanship, it is unnecessary to belabor the obvious." His tone implied that only a samurai would commit such a sin. "However, I shall answer you. Yes, I shall probably be appointed prime minister."

"Did you murder Konoe to win the promotion?" Yanagisawa demanded, bristling at Ichijo's unspoken insult.

"Your accusation is ridiculous and unfounded," Ichijo said disdainfully, "and since you already think you know so much, you don't need me to answer your questions. It is obvious that nothing I say will change your twisted interpretation of the facts, so why stage this farce?"

While Yanagisawa had considered Ichijo the prime murder suspect from the start, he'd needed to confirm his judgment by meeting Ichijo. He hadn't really expected a confession, although it would have helped. Ichijo's intelligence and forceful character reaffirmed his decision to hide from Sano the facts about the right minister. Yanagisawa could believe that Ichijo's talents included the power of kiai. Ichijo and Konoe had been political enemies, and Konoe's death had benefited Ichijo, but other circumstances also implied his guilt.

Yanagisawa said, "The Imperial Court allowed days to pass before notifying the shoshidai of Left Minister Konoe's death. I understand that it was your decision to delay news of the murder."

"It was my decision for the court to conduct an inquiry and document the incident before reporting the death."

"Fancy language for attempted deception," Yanagisawa remarked. "Where were you when Left Minister Konoe died?"

"I was in the tea ceremony cottage, where I often go in the evenings," Ichijo said, his manner calm. "My daughter Lady Asagao was with me." He added, "She is the emperor's consort."

Chamberlain Yanagisawa hid his glee at catching Ichijo in an outright lie. According to Yoriki Hoshina's report, a young noble and a lady-in-waiting had used the tiny, one-room cottage for a lover's tryst that night. Ichijo and his daughter couldn't have been there at the same time. The right minister knew Lady Asagao was a suspect, and he clearly intended to secure an alibi from someone he could trust to lie for him, and to protect his connection with the emperor.

"If you were in the tea cottage, then you must have heard the scream, and the uproar after Left Minister Konoe's death," Yanagisawa said, "but you didn't go to the Pond Garden to see what was happening, although Lady Asagao did. When the palace guards went to report the death to you, they couldn't find you anywhere." These were more facts that Yoriki Hoshina had withheld from Sano. "Why didn't you appear and take charge?"

"I admit I was negligent." Ichijo sidestepped the question with commendable agility, then said, "If you are so sure I am a murderer, why do you risk antagonizing me?" Black teeth gleamed in his smile. "Are you not afraid I will kill you before you can summon your guards?"

Chuckling, Yanagisawa paced in a narrowing spiral around Ichijo. "Risks are an essential part of life." He refused to betray that he did indeed fear Ichijo. "Besides, you surely realize that my associates know where I am and with whom, as well as all the facts about you. You couldn't get away with killing me."

"Well, then," Ichijo said, rising stiffly and staring down Yanagisawa, "I suppose you will arrest me for the murder."

"Oh, no. You're quite free to go." Yanagisawa clapped his hands; two guards entered the room. He ordered, "Take the right minister back to the palace."

Ichijo stared in astonishment. "But... if you're not arresting me, then why abduct me?" Distrust and incredulity mingled in his voice. "Why accuse me, then release me?"

Chamberlain Yanagisawa merely smiled, bowed, and said, "A thousand thanks for your company, Honorable Right Minister." He'd gotten what he needed from Ichijo: the chance to assess the prime suspect, and an idea for the next step in his scheme to solve the case, trap the killer, and destroy Sano.

He sensed Ichijo's desire to escape, but the right minister remained immobile, his calculating gaze fixed on Yanagisawa. "I presume the sosakan-sama isn't aware you're in Miyako because you don't want him to know, and you're the reason he hasn't identified me as a suspect. What if I were to tell him about our talk?"

"That would be a mistake," Yanagisawa said, "because then Sano would focus his investigation on you. If he doesn't discover by himself what I know about you, I'll tell him. Either way, he'll arrest you. So I trust you will keep our meeting a secret?"

Ichijo conceded with a grudging nod. The slight tension of anxiety relaxed in Yanagisawa, because if things progressed according to plan, he needn't interview anyone else, and he'd silenced the only person who might expose him.

10

Having finished the day's work at the Imperial Palace, they were back in their room at Nijo Manor. While twilight darkened the windows and gongs heralded the start of the evening's Obon rituals, Sano dressed for the shoshidai's banquet, which was for men only. Reiko sat nearby.

"It's only been one day," she said. "You can't expect to solve the mystery so soon."

"I know." As he put on a maroon silk kimono over wide trousers, Sano tried to define his feelings. One of the things he cherished most about his marriage to Reiko was the way their two minds often came up with answers that eluded his lone efforts. At first he'd had a hard time accepting a woman's help, but now it seemed natural to discuss his ideas with Reiko.

"Between us, we've interviewed all the suspects," Sano said, "and they all seem equal in terms of opportunity to commit the murder. Emperor Tomohito and Prince Momozono have only each other for an alibi. Attendants in the imperial residence saw them both before the household retired for the night, but not between then and Left Minister Konoe's death. They might have been in the study hall together, as they claimed-or not.

"Lady Jokyoden says she was alone and heard the spirit cry from outside the summer pavilion. I checked with everyone in the abdicated emperor's household on the chance that someone might have seen or followed her without her knowledge, but no one did. Lady Asagao lied about her alibi, and I haven't been able to find out where she was during the murder, which puts her in the same situation as the other suspects."

"Not quite," Reiko said. "Lady Asagao is the only one with a clear motive-by her own admission, she hated the left minister for cutting her allowance and influencing the emperor against her."

Sano tied a brocade sash around his waist. "But do you really think Lady Asagao is capable of a spirit cry? From your description of her, I don't." Now Sano pinpointed one problem: "In fact, I can't imagine any of these people as the killer."

"Even if Lady Asagao is mentally incapable of mastering the force of kiai and Prince Momozono is physically incapable," Reiko said, "the emperor is still a possibility, and so is Lady Jokyoden. Besides, we can't eliminate all the suspects on the basis of a hunch."

"Yes, you're right...." Sano sat and pulled white cotton socks onto his feet. "Still, there's more to my concern than the fact that I'm not satisfied with the suspects. The whole case feels wrong."

"Wrong, how?" Reiko said, her expression puzzled.

Sano stood. "I keep thinking I'm missing something."

"But why? What could it be?"

"I wish I knew." Sano's feeling was like an itch whose location shifted when he tried to scratch it.

Reiko's face reflected his worry. "What shall we do?"

"I still have the letters I found in Left Minister Konoe's house," Sano said. "Maybe his former wife, Kozeri, is the missing element. I'll visit her tomorrow. Then there are the fern-leaf coins. Marume and Fukida canvassed the city today with no luck, but they'll keep trying. Yoriki Hoshina was also supposed to investigate the coins, and I asked him to question the metsuke palace spies and gather information on the suspects, so maybe when I see him at the banquet, he'll have something to report."

Now Sano realized that Hoshina was a factor in his misgivings about the case. He said, "I wonder if the results of Hoshina's preliminary investigation are accurate."

"You think he might be less competent or honest than he seemed at first?" Reiko said.

"Not necessarily. Maybe people lied to him about where they were during the murder, or what they know." Fastening his swords at his waist, Sano shook his head in distress. "I may have to restart the investigation from the beginning. Left Minister Konoe may have enemies who've managed to conceal their involvement in his death. One of them could be the killer."

A flash of inspiration came to Sano. "Maybe the killer removed incriminating evidence from Konoe's room before I searched it, and that's why I found so few clues."

Rising, Reiko smoothed Sano's robes and said, "I can try to find out who other suspects might be when I go back to the palace."

"But you've already spoken with the emperor's mother and chief consort," said Sano. He'd been reluctant to risk Reiko's safety even when he'd thought he'd known who all the suspects were; now, with the possibility of many unknown potential killers at the palace, he really didn't want Reiko there.

"Both Lady Jokyoden and Lady Asagao have invited me to visit again," Reiko said. The determination in her voice told Sano how much she wanted to remain a part of the investigation. "Lady Jokyoden mentioned that the left minister had enemies among the other nobles. I could find out who they are."

"She also knows you're my spy," Sano said. "It's improbable that she'll reveal any compromising facts about members of the court, and likely that she might try to mislead you. Besides, Jokyoden seems the best out of the four suspects we have. If she's the killer, it's too dangerous for you to associate with her." Placing his hands on Reiko's shoulders, Sano said, "Promise me you'll stay away from Lady Jokyoden."

Reiko nodded reluctantly. "If that's what you really want." Then she said, "Lady Asagao has no idea why I called on her. Neither of us thinks she's the murderer, but we can't drop her from the list of suspects until we know where she was at the time of the murder. Besides, she's close to Emperor Tomohito, Lady Jokyoden, and probably other high-ranking palace residents. She wants me to act in her play, and that's a perfect opportunity to learn what she knows about the court."

Sano couldn't disagree; nor could he resist the entreaty in Reiko's voice. "All right," he said. "Visit Lady Asagao tomorrow, while I interview Lady Kozeri at Kodai Temple."

Her smile brimming with gladness and affection, Reiko said, "Don't worry about me, or the case. Everything will be fine."

They embraced, and desire kindled between them. Finally Sano said, "Well, I'd better go, or I'll be late for the shoshidai's banquet. I'll come back as soon as I can."

In Pontocho, an entertainment quarter on the west bank of the Kamo River, star-shaped lanterns adorned the caves of teahouses and restaurants full of noisy revelers. Music drifted from windows; crowds filled the streets. On this second night of Obon, temple gongs rang continuously.

People lowered pine boughs down wells so the spirits could climb up from the netherworld.

Sano and Detectives Marume and Fukida arrived at a large teahouse guarded by Tokugawa troops. Attendants ushered Sano and his men to an outdoor platform built above the river. Lanterns hung on stands, their colored streamers rustling in the cool breeze. The black water shimmered with reflections of the fading sunset, lights at other teahouses along the embankment, and bonfires lit on the shore to guide the spirits. Laughter rose from the river's wide stone flanks, where pedestrians strolled. Moving lights traced the arch of the Sanjo Bridge as citizens headed to the hillside cemeteries. The night was redolent with the odors of fish, cooking, and the citrus oil burned to repel mosquitoes.

A few guests had already assembled for the banquet. When Yoriki Hoshina came over to greet Sano's party, Sano drew him aside for a quick consultation and asked, "What did you discover this afternoon?"

"I talked to all the palace spies. No one seems to have paid any attention to Prince Momozono, but Emperor Tomohito's relationship with Left Minister Konoe was a stormy one," Hoshina said. "Konoe dominated the emperor with a firm hand. Sometimes the emperor would get furious and throw tantrums; other times, he was docile and virtually worshipped Konoe. As for Lady Jokyoden, she and Konoe had an ongoing feud about how to manage the court, and over control of her son. And Konoe made an enemy of Lady Asagao."

"That corroborates what I suspected about the emperor, and other evidence besides." Sano related what Reiko had learned from Asagao and Jokyoden. Still, Hoshina's information offered no new leads. "What about the fern-leaf coin?"

Hoshina shook his head. "I showed it around the police department, but no one there has ever seen a coin like that before. I'll start making inquiries in the city tomorrow."

"Fine." Sano tried to sound positive, but disappointment added to the weight of his troubles.

"May I ask what your plans are for tomorrow?" Hoshina said.

"I'm going to see Kozeri, while my wife visits Lady Asagao again."

Nearby, servants arranged meal trays and cushions on the floor while musicians began playing a cheerful tune on samisen, drum, and flute. On the riverbank below, a bonfire crackled brightly. More guests arrived, and Shoshidai Matsudaira came up to Sano.

"Ah, sosakan-sama. Welcome!" Smiling, he introduced Sano's party to various local officials, then said, "Come, the banquet is due to begin."

The thirty samurai at the shoshidai's banquet consumed grilled quail garnished with feathers, sliced lily root, turtle soup, sashimi, broiled sea bream, rice, and sweet pickled melon. Afterward, the men performed the ritual of pouring sake for their companions and accepting drinks in return. Toward midnight, when the local officials were very drunk and regaling Sano with hilarious stories, Yoriki Hoshina slipped away and descended a flight of stairs leading to the river. The crowds had vanished. Hoshina hurried along the stone path beside the water, past bonfires that had burned down to ash, glowing embers, and thin smoke, leaving the entertainment quarter.

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