The Ronin's Mistress (18 page)

The other judges assented, albeit with reluctance. Lord Nabeshima raised his yellowish hand. When Magistrate Ueda nodded at him, he said, “How will we arrive at a verdict? Will each judge get a vote? What if there’s a tie?”

“Rule number two: The decision will have to be unanimous,” Magistrate Ueda decided. “We’ll deliberate until everyone agrees on the verdict.”

Sano thought this was the best strategy. He didn’t like the idea of the court dispensing liberty or death to the forty-seven
r
ō
nin
based on a scant majority of votes. Nor did he want Yanagisawa’s cronies ramming through a verdict that would hurt his family.

“Now we’ll determine where we stand as of this moment,” Magistrate Ueda said. “Who thinks the forty-seven
r
ō
nin
should be pardoned and set free? Raise your hands.”

No one did.

“Who thinks they should be punished for murdering Kira?” Magistrate Ueda asked.

Everyone kept their hands down.

Sano figured that the judges didn’t want their opinions spread all over town. Nobody wanted to attract censure from those who disagreed with him.

Magistrate Ueda apparently reached the same conclusion that Sano had, for he said, “Rule number three: The proceedings of the supreme court are to be secret. What happens here, stays here. Everyone who’s not on the court and not required to testify before it will leave the room. That means everybody except Sano-
san.
”

The people in the audience reacted with frowns and mutters: They didn’t want to miss out on the fun. Inspector General Nakae said, “Limiting the number of onlookers is fine, but don’t we need someone to write down the proceedings?”

“That’s a good idea,” Magistrate Ueda said. “I appoint you.”

Nakae pulled a disgruntled face. The attendants departed, leaving Sano as the court’s lone observer. The chamber seemed cavernous and empty, and cold without their body heat.

Magistrate Ueda said, “Let’s try again. Who thinks the forty-seven
r
ō
nin
should go free?”

Four hands rose, including his, then dropped.

“Who thinks they should die?”

Five other hands went up, including the inspector general’s.

“It seems that we have a few abstainers who are uncertain,” Magistrate Ueda said.

The judges looked at one another in concern. They, and Sano, had noticed that opinions differed within the two factions. The case had the potential to shift alliances and change the political landscape.

Inspector General Nakae raised his hand, was recognized, and said, “Am I going to change my opinion? No.” Murmurs of agreement came from the other judges. “How will we even begin to reach a unanimous decision?”

“Our opinions have been shaped by the very little information available to us thus far,” Magistrate Ueda said. “We need new evidence to shed light on the case of the forty-seven
r
ō
nin.
Sano-
san
is under orders to investigate the case and bring us that evidence.” He nodded to Sano. “Please come forward.”

As Sano walked up the length of the chamber, he discerned that except for Magistrate Ueda, he had no friends here, not even among the men he’d nominated to the court. Scorn, pity, repugnance, and fear lurked behind the other judges’ neutral expressions. He embodied their worst nightmare, as Oishi embodied Sano’s own. Sano represented what could happen to them if their enemies got the better of them. And he still had his reputation as a rogue who would do what he thought was right, in spite of the dangers to himself or anyone else. The judges probably viewed him as a keg of gunpowder dropped in their midst, Sano thought with dour amusement that didn’t ease his trepidation. He realized that the supreme court was, from his perspective, a terrible idea, and his situation was even graver than he’d initially thought. Not only would he share the responsibility for the verdict that the judges rendered, but he couldn’t control them. None of them except Magistrate Ueda had his interests at heart. The others would do as they pleased with the evidence he provided, his family’s welfare be damned.

Sano knelt at the end of the rows of judges, facing them, at Magistrate Ueda’s right. He bowed. They bowed. Sano was in a cold, drafty spot, or maybe that was just his imagination.

“What have you to report?” Magistrate Ueda asked.

“I’ve interviewed the forty-seven
r
ō
nin,
including Oishi Kuranosuke, the leader, and his son Chikara,” Sano said. “I also have a statement from a woman named Okaru, who is Oishi’s mistress.”

While he summarized their stories, he could only hope his work would lead to a just verdict. He wished he were impartial enough to believe that the verdict could be just even if it deemed the forty-seven
r
ō
nin
guilty of unlawful murder and broke up his family.

The instant he finished, hands rose. Magistrate Ueda said, “I’ll allow an open discussion.”

“Oishi and Chikara have conflicting versions of the events,” said Motoori Akihiro, the Minister of Temples and Shrines, a judge on Magistrate Ueda’s side. He was almost blind, his eyes cloudy, and almost crippled by stiff, sore joints. “Which is lying?”

“It doesn’t matter which,” said Lord Nabeshima. “Their stories agree on the most important point, and so do their comrades’ stories: The forty-seven
r
ō
nin
banded together to avenge Lord Asano by killing Kira. I don’t care whether Oishi planned the vendetta immediately after Lord Asano’s death or not until some loudmouth from Satsuma insulted him. Conspiracy is illegal. So, therefore, was the vendetta.”

“The forty-seven
r
ō
nin
didn’t even show any remorse,” said Hitomi Munesuke, a colonel in the Tokugawa army, seated in the inspector general’s row. He was vigorous and fit at age sixty, even though he walked with a cane. He had a pleasant, honest face and disposition. Sano had nothing against him, except that he’d had the bad judgment to fall in with Yanagisawa.

“Why should remorse make any difference?” the inspector general asked his friend. “They broke the law. And let us not forget that Kira wasn’t their only victim. They also killed his retainers. That was murder of innocent citizens, in cold blood.”

“That’s a separate issue,” Magistrate Ueda said. “Our job is to rule on the vendetta against Kira.”

“The vendetta was illegal.” The inspector general seemed stuck on this point, like glue. “End of story.”

“Not so fast,” said a judge from Magistrate Ueda’s side. He was Ogiwara Shigehide, a superintendent of finance. Perhaps forty-five years old, he was handsome in a dramatic way, with large, protuberant eyes, red lips and cheeks, and blue-black hair. He would play well on the Kabuki stage, with his booming voice that would carry to the back of a noisy theater. “There are other parties in the case besides the forty-seven
r
ō
nin.
I’m interested in the mistress.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Lord Nabeshima muttered, and his friends chuckled. The finance superintendent was a notorious womanizer.

Ogiwara cut his eyes at them. “She could be the key to the whole case. We should bring her in to testify.”

“She’s just a whore. She would probably say anything to save her lover,” Lord Nabeshima said.

“That doesn’t mean she’s not telling the truth in this instance,” Ogiwara said. “The fact that there are discrepancies between the forty-seven
r
ō
nin
’s stories indicates that there are indeed things about the vendetta that haven’t come to light.”

“Discrepancies such as the different explanations for why Oishi left his wife and took a mistress?” Inspector General Nakae laughed. “We’re here to rule on a murder, not wallow in sordid domestic details.”

“I thought you liked sordid domestic details,” Ogiwara retorted.

Inspector General Nakae had a wife and three concubines who were always at one another’s throats, Sano had heard.

“Rule number four,” Magistrate Ueda said with the air of a patient father among squabbling children. “No personal attacks.”

“I want to know why the forty-seven
r
ō
nin
waited for orders,” said Minister Motoori from the magistrate’s side. “That information wasn’t in their statements.”

“Another irrelevant detail,” Lord Nabeshima scoffed. “It doesn’t have any bearing on what they did to Kira.”

“How can you be so sure?” Minister Motoori said.

“Lord Asano’s motive for attacking Kira has bearing,” said Finance Superintendent Ogiwara. “If Kira really insulted Lord Asano, if he demanded bribes, and if the shogun had known about it, then His Excellency wouldn’t have forbidden action against Kira. The vendetta would have been legal.”

“‘If, if, if,’” Inspector General Nakae said in a snide imitation of Ogiwara’s booming voice. “Has anybody else besides Oishi witnessed what happened between Kira and Lord Asano? No. It’s all hearsay from a criminal who’s lying to save his skin.”

“Even if Kira did demand a bribe and did bully Lord Asano, that’s not enough reason to slaughter him,” Colonel Hitomi said. “Lord Asano was too sensitive, not to mention stupid to draw his weapon inside Edo Castle. His death was his own fault.”

“But it’s understandable that Oishi sought revenge on Kira,” Finance Superintendent Ogiwara said. “It doesn’t matter if Lord Asano was in the wrong.”

“The sneak attack on Kira was dirty,” Inspector General Nakae said. Other judges who’d remained silent nodded. “That alone makes it a crime, in my opinion.”

“Oishi should have challenged Kira to a fair fight, a duel,” Colonel Hitomi said.

Finance Superintendent Ogiwara laughed. “What would be fair about a duel between a frail old man like Kira and a tough, expert swordsman like Oishi?”

“We’re getting off track,” Magistrate Ueda said. “I’m closing the discussion.”

Inspector General Nakae raised his hand. “May I make a request?”

“Go ahead.”

“I haven’t heard anything that I think suggests that the forty-seven
r
ō
nin
should be set free,” Nakae said. Sounds of assent and dissent came from judges who hadn’t spoken. “And I’d like to see how many people agree with me. Can we take another vote?”

“Very well,” Magistrate Ueda said. “All for condemning the defendants?”

This time nine of the fourteen judges raised their hands. Again, the votes were divided between Yanagisawa’s allies and enemies. Magistrate Ueda, who hadn’t raised his hand, spoke with reluctance. “I must admit that I don’t get a sense of any extenuating circumstances, either.”

If the most incisive, honest mind in the room didn’t see such circumstances, then maybe there weren’t any. The judges who still favored the defendants were clearly voting with their hearts instead of their heads. But how long could they hold out against the lack of hard evidence to back up their opinions? Sano’s heart sank. All his work had thus far swayed the court further against the men he felt inclined to protect.

Magistrate Ueda asked Sano, “What do you think?”

Sano could say that he commended Oishi and his comrades for their loyalty, but he was reluctant to try to influence the court toward excusing the forty-seven
r
ō
nin.
He remembered the sense of wrongness he’d felt during his first encounter with them, at Lord Asano’s grave, and his feeling that Oishi had been hiding something. And then there was the mistress. Her story seemed akin to the tip of an iceberg. Sano wondered whether the part underwater contained evidence that would justify Kira’s murder or a reason to condemn the killers.

He told the judges the only thing he could honestly say. “The forty-seven
r
ō
nin
are holding something back. I would like to continue my inquiries, with your permission.”

“Permission granted,” Magistrate Ueda said. “This court is adjourned for today. Sano-
san,
report to us again when we convene tomorrow at the same hour.”

As he left the chamber, Sano was glad he’d bought some time for his family. He wondered if he’d also bought more time for heroes who deserved it or for criminals who didn’t.

17

ON THE WAY
to Edo Castle, Masahiro rode his horse on one side of the palanquin that carried his mother, Chiyo, and Okaru. The servant Goza plodded on foot on the other side. Hired porters followed behind the mounted guards, lugging Okaru’s trunk. Masahiro kept an eye out for danger. He was ready to protect Okaru if necessary.

When she’d left the inn, the crowd had rushed upon her. She’d hidden her head under a shawl while Reiko hurried her into the palanquin. The crowd followed the procession, collecting more people all the way to Edo Castle.

Okaru opened the window, her eyes shining. “I never dreamed I would ever see the inside of the castle. I’m so excited!”

The sentries at the gate ordered her to step out of the palanquin. One ransacked her trunk for hidden weapons, while two others searched her and Goza. The sentry ran his hands over Okaru, ogling her while he peeked up her sleeves and under her skirts. At last she was allowed to ride through the gate. She watched eagerly as the bearers carried her up through the castle’s walled passages. When she and the other women alighted inside Sano’s estate, she gasped.