The Dragon Scroll (19 page)

“Dispatches from the capital.” Motosuke pointed to a sealed package on the low table. “I expect yours contains the same news as mine.”

Akitada snatched up the package and tore open the seal of the imperial chancery. Scanning the message quickly, he paled and let it drop from his hand.

“What’s the matter?” asked Seimei.

“I have been recalled,” Akitada said tonelessly.

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NINE

THE DRAGON SCROLL

heer up! Cheer up!” cried the governor, seeing their long faces. “I have already dispatched a request that you be allowed to travel back to the capital in my cortege. There is plenty of time for you to explore this city and countryside a bit before we leave. The point is, you no longer need to worry about those confounded taxes. The powers in our august capital, in their wisdom, have decided to forget the matter completely.” He paused and looked puzzled. “I wonder why.”

Akitada stared at him. If Motosuke was involved in the crime, there was no point in playing games any longer, and if he was not, surely he could not be that dense. He said, “I assume because of the honor the emperor will do your daughter.”

Motosuke looked blank. “What does that have to do with it?” Belatedly, realization dawned and he flushed deeply.

Meeting his eyes squarely, Akitada said, “Yes. Officially, you are now above suspicion.” He saw the sudden pain in the round, comfortable face, but he no longer cared about Motosuke’s feelings.

Motosuke sat silent, looking down at his folded hands. “You think I’m guilty,” he finally said sadly. “Everyone thinks I’m guilty.” He heaved a sigh.

“Face it, you always were the most likely suspect,” Akitada pointed out. “However, your secretary, for one, has given you a shining testimonial of faith.”

To Akitada’s dismay, tears began running down Motosuke’s cheeks. “Good old Akinobu,” he muttered. “Poor fellow. This suspicion touches him, too. And he has no fine new career to go to. I must see what I can do for the man.”

Against his will, Akitada softened and, on the spur of the moment, asked, “Tell me, what possessed you to attempt to bribe me?”

Motosuke’s head came up. “Bribe you? I never bribed you.”

“A matter of ten bars of gold delivered to my quarters on the day of my arrival could hardly be anything else.”

Motosuke looked aghast. “It was to cover your expenses. I had precise instructions about that. You mean they did not tell you? The minister of civil affairs himself wrote to me. He said that in the rush you had not been issued any funds in the capital and that I was to rectify the matter.”

“Oh.” They looked at each other in mutual embarrassment. Akitada, painfully aware of the grave offense he had given Motosuke, realized that, against all rules of jurisprudence, he had built a case against this man based on a totally false impression of his character. He had prejudged him.

Motosuke broke into Akitada’s frantic search for an adequate apology with a shout of laughter. “What a tangle!” he cried gleefully. “So that’s why you sent back the gold without a word of explanation and glared at me every time we met. Ho, ho, ho! I thought you the rudest man alive. I even wondered if you had been sent by my enemies to falsify my accounts.” He hooted with laughter. “Both of us ...” he choked, “both of us suspecting the other... ho, ho...and all the time you thought...” He subsided into weak giggles.

Akitada managed a hint of a smile. “You are very good to take it so lightly. I made a very stupid mistake,” he said. “I’m afraid I am new at being an inspector. No one told me that I was to be paid.”

This caused more giggles from Motosuke, and Seimei, who had been listening with openmouthed astonishment, now said complacently, “There! I thought all along that you must be wrong, sir. In fact, I told you so. ‘Suspicion raises demons from the dark,’ I said. Isn’t it pleasant to have the matter cleared up?”

Akitada gave him a sour look. To Motosuke, he said, “At least I shall have a chance to make it up to you by trying to clear your name completely. How much time is there?”

Motosuke waved a careless hand. “Oh, weeks, I should think.”

“If I had not been so foolish, I would have asked you about those who might really be responsible for the robberies.”

Motosuke sighed. “Don’t think I haven’t considered everyone already, but ask away.”

“What sort of person is Ikeda?”

“Not likely, I would say. Eager, hardworking, ambitious. A thoroughly dull dog, but a good man to run the prefectural administration. A man like that would do well in the capital, but Ikeda comes from common stock and wouldn’t have got this far there unless he had married well. Speaking of which, Ikeda had the nerve to approach me for my daughter’s hand, but I set him right and he apologized handsomely. Even Yukinari has better connections.”

“Yukinari wished to marry your daughter?”

“Oh, yes. He saw my daughter and was head over heels in love. Silver Orchid was not averse to him. He’s a handsome youngster, and the military uniform turns a girl’s head. It worried me no end but came to nothing. Praise heaven!”

That explained Yukinari’s reaction when Motosuke had announced his daughter’s future. The garrison commander certainly led a complicated love life. The thought of him as the lover of Lady Tachibana was still astonishingly painful. That weeping child! Akitada forced his mind back to the present. “And Tachibana?”

“Poor old Tachibana. Who would have thought he’d go so quickly? I liked the old man, but he kept to himself. Early on he asked permission to use the archives for his research, and I’d run across him there and invite him for a cup of wine. Then he married again, most unsuitably, and we lost touch. You met the widow?”

“Yes.” Sensing disapproval of the beautiful child-wife, Akitada changed the subject. “I’m afraid her husband died under suspicious circumstances.”

“Suspicious circumstances? What do you mean?”

Akitada told Motosuke of the whispered invitation and described what he found on his visit. The governor’s face registered puzzlement, surprise, and horror in quick succession. “I wondered,” Akitada concluded, “why Ikeda would pronounce the death accidental.”

Motosuke got up and started pacing. “Murder! I can hardly believe it. You’re right, it isn’t like Ikeda to make such a mistake. A very careful official as a rule. But Yukinari was there. I wonder if that explains his lack of attention. They are bitter enemies, you know. There was much jealousy when they were rivals for my daughter, and Yukinari has always despised Ikeda for his background.”

Akitada did not want to think about Yukinari’s love life. “It occurred to me that Tachibana was murdered because he knew what happened to the taxes.”

“It looks like it.” Motosuke sat down again and shook his head. “He should have brought it to my attention, but then he evidently suspected me, too. If he had not spoken to you, I would have blamed his death on a burglar. That houseman of his is senile. They say anybody can walk in while the man is sleeping.”

“Please keep my suspicion to yourself for the time being.” Akitada paused, then said, “I’ve been puzzled about the abbot, though I cannot see how he is connected with the Tachibana murder. Joto’s temple seems to have become very wealthy very quickly. Do you know how this came about?”

Motosuke shifted uncomfortably. “They keep their benefactors secret, especially since large donations come from powerful families. The temple is also attracting hordes of pilgrims who make individual gifts. The source of the temple’s wealth is untraceable. By the way, Joto tells me that his building program is completed. The last hall has just been finished and will be dedicated in a few days. It will be a great occasion.”

“No doubt. Some of his monks have questionable morals. My servant found two of them assaulting a deaf-mute girl near the market.”

Motosuke sat up. “A deaf-mute? Not the painter?”

“I believe she paints,” said Akitada, astonished.

“Strange. She’s very good, they say. Yes, there have been reports of rowdiness. I spoke to Joto about it once, but that man always has a little sermon to fit every eventuality. Told me the way to serve the Buddha involves knowing both austerity and excess. The point he was making, I suppose, is that he has so many youngsters taking the tonsure that a few slips along the way are to be expected. The truth of the matter is that the local people are grateful to the monks for the trade they are bringing to the town, so they refuse to complain and don’t want us to make trouble.” Motosuke pursed his lips and shook his head slowly. “No, my dear fellow. Whatever else you try, I think you must forget about Joto and the Temple of Fourfold Wisdom.”

He took his leave soon after. Akitada and Seimei were just thinking of their evening meal when Tora walked in. He looked so uncharacteristically depressed that Akitada asked him what had happened.

Tora said glumly, “A wasted day. Nothing’s any good.”

“Sit down and tell us.”

Tora accepted a cup of wine from Seimei and plunged into an account of his frustrations.

When he was done, Akitada was baffled, but Seimei nodded with paternal satisfaction. “There is no need to feel discouraged, my son,” he said. “You have gone among evil people, but you have remained honest and you have tried to protect the weak. It was good. A man’s actions will return to him.”

Tora shook his head and said bleakly, “No, it’s no good. I just stopped in to tell you I’ll be leaving in the morning.”

“What?” cried Akitada and Seimei together.

Tora said, “I tried, but I cannot serve you. These clothes you gave me are what officials wear, and officials are the scum who suppress the poor workingman. You sent me to talk to people who wouldn’t tell their dog’s name to an official. I can’t do your work and I’m tired of explaining that I’m not an official and that you, a lord, are trying to help them. Even my friend Hidesato, who’s been like an older brother to me, took off when he heard who I was working for.”

It was a long and passionate speech for Tora and left Akitada wordless, but Seimei looked down at his own neat blue robe and asked, “What foolish talk is this? Our clothes mark our respectable and honorable work. In the capital ordinary people look up to us. How can you wish to remain a low person all your life?”

“That is not what Tora means, I think,” Akitada said quickly. “It seems people feel differently about our profession here. The honest farmer works in his paddies and the shopkeeper runs his little shop. Then the well-dressed official comes and takes their hard-earned money for the government and presses the men into military service or corvée.”

Tora nodded. “He steals, you mean. By the Buddha, I would not have worked for a cursed official like you for ten bars of gold if you hadn’t been a good man. You aren’t like the rest of them. But I can’t betray my own people. And Hidesato thinks I did.”

Akitada and Seimei looked at each other.

“Tell me about your friend,” Akitada said.

Tora sighed. “He was my sergeant when I was a raw recruit. Him and me, we’ve been through a lot together. He taught me stick fighting to take my mind off my parents dying. He also showed me how to shoot an arrow straight and how to lay my hands on a kind whore when we hadn’t been paid for months. He saved my neck more than once when I was in trouble, and I covered for him when he was drunk or out of the camp to visit his girl.” Tora paused and gave Akitada an apologetic look. “I know you saved my life, but that’s different. It was easy for you. All you had to do was tell the bastards who you were and they let me go. You’re a lord. Hidesato’s ... like a brother.”