The Incense Game (36 page)

Sano imagined the scene, the darkened bedchamber, the tearful bride revealing her swollen belly. He could see the shock on Minister Ogyu’s face.

“I thought he would be angry at me for tricking him. But he wasn’t,” Lady Ogyu said. “He looked as if he were glad. He sat down beside me, and said, ‘I’m sorry. Who did this to you?’ He was so kind that I told him everything. And he said, ‘It’s all right.’” Gratitude filled Lady Ogyu’s voice. “He promised to take care of me. He said no one would ever know that I was pregnant before we married.

“Then he frowned, but not because he was angry; he seemed to be thinking hard. He said, ‘You never have to be afraid of me.’ And he started to undress.” Lady Ogyu sucked her breath in. “I thought he was going to, to—” She cringed. “I shut my eyes. I waited for him to climb on top of me and push himself between my legs. But he just said, ‘Look at me.’ He sounded as afraid as I was. I opened my eyes. And…”

Lady Ogyu blinked with remembered shock. “On top, he had…” Her hands cupped the air in front of her bosom. “And between his legs … nothing.”

As her meaning sunk in, Sano’s jaw dropped. Minister Ogyu had breasts where he shouldn’t. He had no penis where he should have. That was why a woman who feared men need not fear him. That was his secret.

“Your husband is female?” If Sano hadn’t already been kneeling, his astonishment would have knocked him to his knees. He was all the more shocked to remember that when he’d seen Minister Ogyu wheeling a barrow at the academy, he’d thought Ogyu was a woman. His senses had noticed what his mind hadn’t.

Lady Ogyu nodded as if she thought her marriage with another woman were the most natural thing in the world. “He told me that when he was born, his parents were disappointed because he was a girl, so they decided to turn him into a boy.”

Sano thought Madam Usugumo must have been thrilled when her incense ritual uncovered such rich ground for blackmail. Had she spread the story that Minister Ogyu was a woman, it would have aroused so much curiosity that the government would have eventually forced Minister Ogyu to reveal his sex. Then would come his humiliation and the loss of all his rights and privileges that depended on his being male.

“He said we were lucky that fate had brought us together,” Lady Ogyu said. “I thought so, too.” Sano saw how relieved she’d been that she need never again endure sexual relations with a man. “Because he’s kept his promise. He’s taken care of me. And the children. When they were born, he called them blessings.” Sano could imagine how thankful Minister Ogyu had been, conveniently provided with an heir, assured that no one would ever question his virility. “He’s been so good to us.”

At the Confucian academy Sano had witnessed Minister Ogyu’s love for his wife. Now he saw Lady Ogyu’s eyes brim with love for her husband. Had their love, based at first on mutual need, later become physical? Maybe it had. Sex between women was as natural as sex between men.

“For a long time I thought we were safe. After his parents died, I was the only person who knew about him. Except for…” Terror reclaimed Lady Ogyu’s expression. For the first time she looked directly at Sano. “Please, you must stop my husband!”

“Why?” Sano said, confused by her sudden change of mood. “Where is he?”

“He’s gone to Mitake.”

Sano recognized the name of the village where Reiko had gone to visit Minister Ogyu’s old nursemaid. “For what?”

Lady Ogyu began to cry. “At first he thought that since she hasn’t told yet, she never will. But this morning he changed his mind. He said that as long as there’s someone who knows about him, we’ll always be in danger. So he went to find Kasane. I begged him not to go, but he said it was for the best.” Lady Ogyu whispered, “Kasane was his mother’s midwife.”

A chill crept through Sano as realization penetrated his throbbing head. The midwife knew Minister Ogyu’s true sex. Minister Ogyu meant to eliminate her. Kasane was like a pebble in his shoe, whose existence he could no longer tolerate. Sano’s investigation had driven him to murder.

“He hasn’t hurt anyone yet! But if he’s not stopped…” Lady Ogyu’s speech disintegrated into babble.

If Minister Ogyu wasn’t stopped, Kasane’s blood would be on his hands even if Madam Usugumo’s and Lord Hosokawa’s daughters’ blood wasn’t.

“Marume-
san
!” Sano called. “Get one of my troops up here to guard Lady Ogyu. Hurry! We have to go to Mitake at once.”

As he ran out from under the roof, Sano prayed that Reiko wouldn’t be there when Minister Ogyu arrived.

38

SPECKS OF LIGHT
pierced the darkness of the wicker trunk in which Reiko lay. Her muscles ached from being bent in the same position for so long. The ropes bit into her wrists and ankles. Her mouth hurt around the gag, which was soaked with saliva. She smelled the musty odor of the trunk, the salty-sweet metallic rawness of Kasane’s blood, and the sour pungency of her own urine. Her robes were wet and cold; she shivered. Afraid that her body, in the throes of its panic, would expel the child from her womb, Reiko tried to calm herself with meditation techniques learned during her martial arts lessons. But her heart refused to slow its frantic pounding. Her harsh, rapid breaths were loud in the enclosed space. She forced herself not to strain against her bonds or try to scream. She must save her voice and strength for the time when—if—a chance to escape arose.

She listened to the rapid gait of the horses ridden by Minister Ogyu and his men. The trunk rocked atop the horse on which they’d tied it. The motion thumped her cheek against the trunk’s coarsely woven bottom. Dogs barked. Rubble clattered under the horses’ hooves. A gong clanged. Oxcart wheels rattled in the distance. She was entering the city, but she heard no voices or footsteps. The population in the area must be so reduced that three men with a woman in a trunk could travel openly, unnoticed. The earthquake had granted free rein to evil.

The procession stopped. Reiko heard thuds as the men dismounted and their feet hit the ground. This was the end of the journey. She tried to call for help, but she couldn’t force her voice past the gag. Faint squeals were all she produced. The trunk jerked as the men untied the ropes that secured it on the horse. Reiko felt herself lifted down. She writhed while the men carried the trunk. It rocked, then slanted as they tramped up stairs. Reiko could tell from the quality of the sound that they had brought her inside a building. No one would see her and come to her aid. Hopelessness brought tears to her eyes.

A thud jarred her as the men set her down. Their footsteps were quiet on a padded surface. The light that pierced the wicker brightened. Hands fumbled with the trunk’s latch. The lid came up. Wedged inside the trunk, Reiko couldn’t move. She blinked in the sudden yellow glare of lanterns. Minister Ogyu loomed over her. He tore the gag out of her mouth.

Reiko screamed. She screamed until her voice rasped, her throat was sore, and she was gasping for breath.

“Scream all you want,” Minister Ogyu said. “There’s nobody to hear you except us.” He moved out of her view and said, “Take her out of there.”

Men lifted her and dumped her on a tatami floor. Curled within the tight coils of ropes, lying on her side, Reiko counted five pairs of armor-clad legs standing around her. Minister Ogyu must have had the other men waiting here. Reiko’s heart sank lower. Even if she could untie herself, even if she had her dagger, she could never fight her way past all these men.

“Who is she?” one man asked. “What are you going to do with her?”

Reiko held her breath, anxious yet dreading to hear her fate.

Minister Ogyu said, “Come with me. I’ll explain.” The men’s legs moved away. “You two, stay with her.” As he left, he said, “Unwrap her, but leave her hands and feet tied.”

The two men knelt in front of Reiko. They were the guards from Kasane’s house. One drew his short sword. She gasped. He grinned. It was Jagged Teeth. He cut the ropes. The younger man, with the winsome smile and hard eyes, pulled them off Reiko. She straightened her body. Relief was immediately followed by painful spasms that shot through her stiff muscles as the blood rushed back into them. The men watched her struggle into a sitting position. Faintness and nausea washed through her; she’d been lying down for so long, and she hadn’t eaten since breakfast. She looked around the room.

It was elegantly furnished with silk cushions, lacquered tables, and a mural of a river scene, but it was as cold as outdoors and, strangely, set on a wide wooden platform. A gangway extended across the space below, which was divided into compartments by a grid of wooden beams. Reiko realized that she was on stage in a theater. The compartments had once provided seating for the audience; the actors had once entered the stage via the gangway. The center of the theater was a pile of timbers and tiles open to the sky because a large section of the roof had collapsed. The light from the stage dimly illuminated railed galleries hanging off walls that leaned inward. Minister Ogyu had chosen the ruined theater as a place where he could do his evil business in complete, uninterrupted privacy.

Reiko seized her last chance to enlist allies. “If Minister Ogyu murders me, you’ll be as guilty as he,” she told the two men with her. “My husband will kill you.”

They laughed.

“If you want to live, you should stop him,” Reiko persisted even though she knew samurai didn’t defy their masters to protect strangers. “And then take me back to the castle and tell my husband that Minister Ogyu killed Kasane and kidnapped me. My husband will be grateful. You won’t be punished.”

Winsome Smile said, “You saw what we did to your guards,” and pinched her cheek so hard that her eyes watered. He was paying her back for calling his master a woman, Reiko supposed. “Keep quiet, or no more pretty little face.”

Minister Ogyu returned without his other men. His plump face was closed like a fist, as if it were gripping his emotions. His eyes wouldn’t meet Reiko’s. “Go outside and watch for anyone coming,” he told Jagged Teeth and Winsome Smile.

They left. Fear closed an icy hand around Reiko’s heart. Minister Ogyu was going to kill her; he didn’t want his men to see. All she could do was hope for a quick, painless death.

*   *   *

SUNSET FLAMED BRIEFLY
as Sano and his troops galloped on horseback along the highway. Night brought a darkness so pervasive that it was as if a cosmic hand had painted fields, woods, and hills black. Stars glinted like ice chips in a sky like frozen lava. The troops wore lanterns on poles attached to their backs, but hazards loomed too abruptly into the small halo of light in which Sano’s party traveled. A rider in the lead tumbled with his horse into a wide chasm. Branches on an uprooted tree knocked another man off his horse. Sano left behind troops to rescue their injured comrades. As he sped onward, his head pounded in rhythm with his horse’s hooves, but he couldn’t take more opium; he needed to stay alert. He peered into the blackness, hoping to see Reiko’s palanquin coming toward him. His vision smeared the lights from the lanterns, whose erratic motions worsened his dizziness. He could barely remain upright.

“You don’t look good,” Detective Marume, beside him, said. “We should slow down.”

“No.” Sano gripped the reins. “We have to get to Kasane and Reiko.”

Cliffs hunched like giants’ shoulders over the road. The procession came to a stop at a mountainous pile of earth, a landslide. Four men stood at its base. They called to Sano’s troops, who greeted them by name. Sano felt his spirits lift as he recognized the men. They were Reiko’s bearers. Then he saw her palanquin resting on the ground, empty.

“Where’s my wife?”

“She and her guards climbed over the landslide,” said a bearer. “She told us to wait for her.”

“When was this?” Sano asked.

“Three, four hours ago.”

Dismay stabbed Sano. “Has anyone come by?”

“Six samurai on horseback. About an hour after Lady Reiko went. Going that way.” The bearer gestured over the landslide.

“It must have been Minister Ogyu and his men.” Certain that Reiko had met them and come to harm, Sano climbed off his horse and urged it up the landslide. His men followed suit. Clinging to the reins, he let the horse drag him. The lanterns flashed on boulders, chunks of clay, and tangled tree roots. Sano stumbled; his knees struck rocks. When he reached the top, he lay there for a moment, panting, while the earth pitched under him like the deck of a ship during a storm. On the way down the other side of the landslide, he lost his grip on the reins. He rolled side over side, bumping painfully, until the ground leveled.

“Are you all right?” Marume barreled down the landslide and knelt beside him.

Wincing, Sano held his head. “Put me back on my horse.”

His men hoisted him up. As the procession galloped, he rested against his horse’s neck. Fatigued, he drifted toward sleep. Dimly aware of movement, the cold wind, and the cadence of hoofbeats, he lost track of time. A shout from Marume jolted him alert. He raised his head to see the lights in the distance. As soon as he and his men rode into Mitake, he knew something was wrong.

Villages usually shut down at sunset, but lamps burned in the windows of the thatched huts, and peasants clustered outside the bamboo fences. They gazed toward the village’s opposite end. As his procession thundered into their midst, Sano saw horror written on their faces. He urged his horse faster in the direction they’d been looking. He was first to arrive at a house with a stone wall. He jumped off his horse by the gate, which was open to reveal men loitering in a courtyard. Another man sat on an overturned bucket, his head between his knees.

Barging into the courtyard, Sano said, “What’s happened?”

The men stared in surprise, then noticed that Sano and his troops, who’d followed him, were samurai. They hastily bowed. One said, “Murder.” He gestured to the man seated on the bucket. “His aunt was killed.”

The midwife, Sano thought. He was too late. Fighting dizziness and dread, he hurried to the house. Voices and light emanated from the open door through which he staggered. “Reiko!” he shouted.