Death on an Autumn River (7 page)

With more groans, he got up and dressed in his plain robe and trousers.  Last night’s finery looked badly creased and stained.  As he bent to pick up the silk trousers to hang them on the clothes stand, a blinding pain stabbed at his eyes from inside his skull.  He reeled and suppressed another bout of nausea.

He clapped his hands for one of the maids and asked for hot water.  When it came, he washed his face and hands, and retied his topknot.  The maid took his good clothes away to have them cleaned.

Feeling slightly better, he went in search of Sadenari.  Tea would have been welcome, but most people did not make it part of their diet, and he could not stomach more wine, or even gruel.  He headed for the main hall and Nakahara’s office.

Nakahara was not there yet, a fact that cheered Akitada a little.  His clerk Tameaki was arranging the mass of papers and documents into neat piles and writing small notes to place on top of them. 

When he saw Akitada, he bowed.  “I regret that the director is not available yet, sir.  Can I be of assistance?”

“I wondered what had happened to my clerk.”

“He left early this morning with Nariyuki.  I assumed it was on your business.”

Akitada frowned.  What was it that Sadenari had babbled about last night?  He had been very tired—and very drunk, if he was honest—but surely in that condition he would not have sent the boy on an assignment.

Tameaki read the puzzlement in his face and smirked.  “I may well have jumped to conclusions, sir.  Nariyuki likes any excuse to visit the wine shops in the city.  I did hear the word “pirates.”  Does that suggest anything?”

It did, and most unpleasantly.  Akitada still had no idea what they had talked about, but he was nearly sure now that pirates had figured in it.  He sat down and held his aching head again.  What damage was the impossible youth doing now?

Ever solicitous, Tameaki asked, “Are you unwell, sir?  Can I send for someone or perhaps offer you some wine?”

Akitada shuddered.  “No, nothing.  Thank you.  There was most likely some misunderstanding.  Sadenari should return eventually.”  He glanced at the desk with its newly neat stacks of papers and added, “I’ve interrupted your work.  What are you doing?”

Tameaki sat down.  “I try to keep things in their proper places, and I write notes to remind the director of the subjects and which is most urgent.”

“I see.”  Akitada felt that this was something that should not be left to a young clerk.  Here was another example of Nakahara’s carelessness with classified materials and private letters.  Somewhere in those stacks were the documents he had delivered yesterday.  “You must have earned your superior’s confidence.  That speaks highly of your abilities.”

Tameaki looked modest.  “It is very kind of you, sir, but I’m afraid it’s more a matter of who is available to do the work.”  He shot Akitada a glance.  “Not that I don’t enjoy the work and feel the greatest gratitude to Director Nakahara for allowing me to help.”

It all sounded very praiseworthy, but Akitada felt uneasy about the industrious Tameaki.  Perhaps it had to do with his real errand here.  Anyone working here could be passing information to the pirates.  He looked around.

“I assume Director Nakahara keeps some documents securely locked away?”

“Oh, yes.”  Tameaki patted a wooden box on the desk.  It had the metal bands and lock of a small money chest.  Its key was in the lock.

At that moment, Nakahara himself trailed in.  His skin looked pasty, and his eyes were blood-shot and puffy.  Akitada hoped he looked better than that. 

“Oh,” Nakahara said.  “Very sorry to be late.  Something I ate didn’t agree with me.  I hope
you
slept well, Sugawara?”

“Yes. Thank you.  Our quarters are very comfortable.  Allow me to thank you for the fine entertainment last night.”

Nakahara blinked.  “Was it fine?  I don’t remember much.  They had to carry out Watamaro.  He and the governor went home in the governor’s carriage.”  He shook his head and winced.  “That wine was very strong.  How are you, Tameaki?  All bright-eyed and eager, as usual?” 

“Yes, sir,” said Tameaki, getting up and bowing.  “I straightened your desk.  Do you have any other work for me?”

The director made it to his seat and waved Tameaki away.  “No, nothing.  Go do some filing or whatever.”  He collapsed on his cushion and groaned.

Tameaki’s footsteps faded.  Akitada got up and looked behind the piles of goods.  But Tameaki was really gone, and Akitada closed the door to the hallway.  When he was seated again, he said, “It was very good of you to introduce me to the local notables last night.  Do you suspect one of them of being involved with the pirates?”

Nakahara looked shocked.  “Good heavens, no!  The governor happened to be in town.  He usually stays on his estate upcountry.  Watamaro, of course, I invited because he can be useful to you.  He knows all there is to know about shipping routes.  Munata was included because the governor stays at his house when he’s here, and the professor knows a lot about foreigners.  He’s descended from them himself, you know.”

Akitada took this for proof that his fellow countrymen did not accept immigrants readily or forget the origin of their descendants.  He said nothing about it, however.  Instead he asked again, “So you trust them all?”

Nakahara twitched uncomfortably.  “I don’t know that I trust you,” he said, half-joking.  He rubbed his face.  “I beg your pardon.  This has been a worrisome business.  What exactly are you going to do about it?”

Akitada did not know and ignored the question.  He said, “I’m anxious to get to work on the reports.  It was good of you to make a room available, but my clerk seems to have disappeared again.  I suppose, I’ll have to write them myself.  Perhaps you can let me have the lists requested by the controller’s office.”

“Oh, you can borrow Tameaki,” Nakahara said generously.  “He’s irritating but efficient.”

“Thanks, but I like to keep myself informed.  Perhaps later, if Sadenari hasn’t returned by then.”

The reports of foreign goods shipped from the Dazaifu, the clearing office in Kyushu, and of tribute goods from the western provinces were the ostensible reason Akitada was sent here.  The government was mired in paperwork, and in this case only a legal expert could understand the tangled laws, permits, authorizations, shares paid to local administrations, and special exceptions.  Akitada did not look forward to this work, especially since he fully expected a lax administrator like Nakahara to have mislaid crucial documents.

Somewhat to his surprise, Nakahara came up with most of the required information, perhaps thanks to the orderliness of the underappreciated Tameaki.

“What do you plan to do about the other matter?” Nakahara asked again, though his expression suggested that he would rather not know.

“Nothing for the time being,” said Akitada.  “I have a job to do.  Perhaps your documents will provide some insight on who benefits from the pirate attacks.”

Nakahara shuddered.  “I doubt it.  A very unpleasant business.”

Akitada spent the rest of the morning in a small eave chamber on Nakahara’s papers.  Apart from the totally absent shipments that had fallen to the pirates, they seemed to be mostly correct.  There was the usual pilfering by ships’ captains and warehouse supervisors, but this was normal and the government did not concern itself with it.  Nothing he had read suggested who was behind the pirate attacks. 

The sun was past its zenith, and his back was stiff when it struck him that Sadenari had not yet returned.  He got up to stretch.  Really, he must send the youth back in disgrace and request a replacement.  Angrily, he strode down the hallway to Nakahara’s office.  Nakahara was dictating to Tameaki while the other clerk, Yuki, sat nearby transcribing something.

“Forgive me for interrupting,” Akitada said, “but I’m still looking for my clerk.  I was told that he left early this morning with, er, Yuki.  And I see Yuki has returned.”

The friendly Yuki jumped up and bowed. “Sadenari only required my help for a little while.  Once I had explained about the harbors and how to get to Kawajiri, he said he was able to handle his assignment alone and sent me back.”

“Kawajiri?  Assignment?” Akitada asked blankly, getting a hollow feeling in his stomach.

“He wished to gather information about the pirates, sir.  I told him about the docks and the wine shops frequented by sailors.”

Nakahara cleared his throat.  “Was that entirely wise, Yuki?  There are some very rough characters on the waterfront.”

Tameaki sniggered.

Yuki looked at Akitada uneasily.  “He insisted he was acting under your instructions, sir.  I tried to be helpful.  I hope I haven’t done wrong.”

Tameaki said snidely, “And Yuki is very knowledgeable about those low places.  Sadenari asked my help also, but I left it to Yuki’s expertise to give him assistance.”

Akitada found his tongue.  “Thank you.  There may have been a misunderstanding.  I’d better go after him.”

Yuki cried, “Oh, allow me, sir.  That is, if Director Nakahara can spare me?”

Nakahara said, “Of course.”  

But Akitada was already heading for the door.  “No, thank you.  We have taken up too much of your time.  I understand it isn’t far.  I believe I shall manage.  No doubt we’ll both be back by nightfall.”

To avoid further argument, he left quickly.  He did not want witnesses to the dressing-down he intended to give Sadenari before packing him off on the next homeward-bound boat.

*

Down at the dock, he found a boatman eager to take him to Kawajiri.  Once the fee was agreed upon, he went about his business of poling them along efficiently enough, but because the labor was hard for one man, he was disinclined for conversation. 

The journey took them along several canals through a flat landscape of reeds, marshes, and swamps.  The reeds were tall and golden this time of year.  Akitada gazed at this confusing watery world and felt out of his depth.  People engaged in the water trade lived here in this warren of marshes, small islands, sandbanks, and fishermen’s huts hidden deep in the reed beds.  They navigated the obscure waterways the way farmers knew the tracks and byways of their villages.  They were desperately poor people, the men working as sailors or fishermen.  It was likely that poverty drove them to piracy and prostitution.  Piracy was the local equivalent of highway robbery.  Pirates attacked the big ships in the open waters of Naniwa Bay and the Inland Sea beyond, and then hurried back into their hideaways.  Still, no desperately poor man could afford a ship.  Someone was financing the attacks.

Here and there on a river bank, a group of fishermen’s huts appeared and disappeared.  Once he saw that the land rose in the distance, and ordinary farm houses appeared on higher ground, shaded by groves of trees.  Then the landscape changed.  The waterway widened and bridges crossed it.  There were more boats boat and barges. 

Sweat poured off the boatman’s back as he maneuvered expertly between other vessels.  Buildings crept closer to the shores, and in the distance pagodas above roofs.  Before Akitada’s eyes, the scene opened up to the bay again.  Many large ships lay at anchor, their square sails white against the immense blue of sea and sky.

Lumber yards encroached on the shoreline.  Barges carried boards and beams, and large rafts of tree trunks, tied together with vines or hemp ropes, bobbed on the river.

In the harbor, several large ships were tied up at docks.  On land, warehouses stood in rows, many more than in Naniwa, also built on tall stilts to protect the goods from storm tides.  A steady flow of porters went between them and the docks, loading or unloading cargo.

Akitada felt a surge of pride at the sight of so much healthy commerce.  His was a great nation, and his people were surely the most industrious on this earth. 

Goods used by the court, fine utensils and art works displayed in the great temples, the sustenance of nobles and commoners came this way.  Kawajiri was the end of the sea route from Kyushu and the western provinces.  Tribute and tax goods, as well as goods and people from foreign countries sailed across the waters of the Inland Sea to this place.

When he set him ashore, his boatman looked exhausted.  Akitada paid him with the agreed upon government token and a handful of coins from his own funds.  The man bowed deeply and raised his hands to his forehead, then jumped back into his boat to pick up another customer for the return trip.  Akitada looked after him and marveled at how hard the man worked for a few coins.

 He walked along the crowded harbor, stopping from time to time to ask if anyone had seen Sadenari.  Not surprisingly, he had no luck at all.  One of the ships had the colorful name Black Dragon and a painted carving of a black dragon with red eyes, white teeth, and red flames shooting from its body at its bow.  He admired more ships with names like Great Phoenix, Flying Crane, Cloud Falcon, and Curling Wave.  Sailors had poetic souls, it seemed, but he detected signs of hostility whenever he asked his question.  Tora would have handled this better.  Akitada felt humble. 

When he had his fill of the smells of tar and fish and the often incomprehensible language, he turned inland.  Bales and cases were stacked along the docks, and two-wheeled carts waited to be loaded.  The warehouses stood in enclosures, no doubt for security.  He noted watchmen and red-coated police at the open gates.  Clearly, theft was much easier before the ship reached this port.