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Authors: David Kudler

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I grinned. That was one of my favorites. I raised my fingers to my hands and gave the loon's long, sad call.

“Well done!” Masugu laughed. “And how about... a nightingale?”

I turned around to look at him for a moment.

He laughed again. “Fine, fine, I was kidding.” He stared down at me. “How about an owl. Can you hoot three times like an owl?”

“You're kidding again, right? That one's
easy.”
To prove my point, I raised my hands to my mouth again and gave three long hoots: one as a wood owl, one as a snowy owl and one as a Scops owl.

He whistled—not a bird sound for him, just a single note to let me know he was impressed. “Well, Murasaki
-san
, if you ever decide to give up being a—um—shrine maiden, you've got a future in the Takeda scouts.” When I gawked him he said, “Well, that's one of the ways the scouts communicate. There's a whole bunch of codes. The loon call means
All clear.
But the three owl hoots mean
Danger—there's about to be an attack!”

“Really?”

“Well,” he said, “think about it. We're usually fighting in daylight. How often do you hear an owl hooting like that during the day?”

I nodded. It made sense to use that as a warning signal.

“Mind,” chuckled Masugu, “I don't know what it would mean if the call were given by three
different
owls.”

We both laughed and rode on into the mountains, the rest of the party trailing behind us.

As we climbed the winding, narrow road up toward the pass, the air grew steadily colder, and the bare-limbed trees grew sparser and shorter. I didn't notice, however. With Masugu's bulk blocking the chill wind, and the stallion warming me, I was chattering on about how scary I had thought he was when I first saw him ride into the inn yard. “Of course,” I said, “samurai are always sort of scary. That's why I'm glad my father stopped being one, because I wouldn't have wanted him to be scary.”

After a moment of silence, Masugu leaned close to my ear, “Murasaki
-san
, do you know... why you father ‘stopped being a samurai'?”

We were crossing a stream and I remember the slosh of hooves in water as I paused to answer. I knew what my father had told us: that he hadn't wanted to kill any more. But I shook my head.

The lieutenant gave a deep sigh. “I am not sure that I am the one to tell you this,” he said, “but you should know. Your father was one of Lord Oda's warriors. One of his greatest. When I was a boy, I saw him fight. Kano Kazuo was famous for his skill with a sword, as well as for being a great poet and courtier. Oda Nobunga ordered him on a mission—what it was, no one but Lord Oda knows, though it must have had something to do with the Imagawa—but he refused. The two samurai who were supposed to go with your father refused as well. So Lord Oda gave the three of them the choice: they could commit ritual suicide, or they could present themselves to Lord Imagawa as common servants. The other two warriors killed themselves rather than face such dishonor; your father became a poor scribe.”

I was stunned. And yet it seemed oddly familiar and true. Mother never told me what happened to him, that day when he walked off to answer Lord Imagawa's summons. She never told me about any of it. To be honest, she hardly ever spoke of Father, unless she was sad or angry, and so Usako and I had learned never to mention him. Before Masugu had spoken it, I hadn't heard my father's name in two years. I had known that
Otō-
san
was a samurai, known that he had seen battles, but the thought of him drawing his swords to fight, to kill... And the thought of what kind of mission could possibly have forced him to refuse...

“The other two,” I asked, trying not to let my voice dissolve entirely, “the ones who killed themselves, who were they?”

“Yes,” grunted Masugu
-san
, acknowledging that I had asked the proper question. “Hanichi Benjiro and Tarugu Makoto,” he said gruffly. “Emi and Toumi's fathers.”

I peered around Masugu to where the others were riding. Emi was, naturally, frowning. Toumi looked like a knife looking for a place to plant itself.

10—
Dark Letter

W
e spent the night at a small Takeda fort guarding a rocky, barren place called, for some reason, Rice-Paddy Pass, which marked the border between Worth and Dark Letter Provinces. We were so high that there weren't any trees. I felt naked. The air was dry and cold, we were exhausted, and the soldiers manning the garrison were edgy, as if waiting for an attack, though how—or why—an army would march so far and high I couldn't imagine. Perhaps they were frightened of ogres.

The next morning, everybody—even Mieko—looked as grumpy as I felt.

Lady Chiyome shouted to rouse us. “Let's go! I want to be back at the Full Moon by mid-day so that I can take a real bath and eat real food.”

As it turned out, the Full Moon was down in the valley below Rice-Paddy Pass. We began to descend, and for the first time in days I grasped the mane of Inazuma, Masugu's stallion.

“Easy,” murmured Masugu—I think more for the horse's sake than mine. To me, he said, “I thought you liked heights?”

“Do,” I answered through clenched teeth. It felt as if a stumble would be all that it would take to send the horse falling down into the valley, and us with it.

“Ah. Perhaps being on horseback makes it harder?”

I nodded, ashamed. Here, Masugu
-san
thought of me as a great samurai's daughter; how could I behave so disgracefully?

“No problem, Murasaki
-san
,” he said, his kind voice cutting deeper than Toumi's sneering might have done. “We're going to be travelling pretty slowly. Do you think it would help if you were on foot?”

I nodded again, a bit less tremulously.

Masugu called out a halt, there at what felt like the roof of the world.

From the back of the line I heard Chiyome
-sama
bark, “What's the hold up? I'm sick of being squashed in this box like a ten-month pregnancy!”

“Murasaki
-san
has expressed the desire to travel on foot for a while, and I thought a few of the other passengers might enjoy the lovely walk.”

As I slid back off of the horse onto the narrow mountain road just one other person took the opportunity to get back on solid ground with me: Toumi, who hated every moment of being on horseback.

She and I looked at each other, each unhappy with the other's company, but with no option. From above us, Mieko asked, “Would you like me to join you, Toumi, Risuko?”

We both shook our heads.

She peered at us, then nodded. “Please stay together. And please don't get separated from the rest of us.”

“Yes, Mieko
-san
,” Toumi and I said together.

As the horses began once more to walk, Toumi spat on the ground, then walked as quickly away from me as she could.

“Hey!” I called to her. “We're supposed to stay together!”

—

As we began to descend into the valley, Toumi and I played what, under better circumstances, would have been a game of something like Tag, in and around the horses. I was annoyed; it wasn't as if I wanted to be near her either, but Mieko
-san
had said...

After a while, I chased Toumi just for the pleasure of annoying her.

The road was making a long series of switchbacks down the steep mountainside. It meant that we had to walk quite a distance just to get a little further down the hill. We could see the road beneath us, winding back and forth, and I will admit, as lovely as the view was, the walk was getting a bit tedious.

At least we were back among the trees.

Just as the sun began to come up over the mountain behind us, Toumi stopped, staring down.

“What are you looking at?”

The Little Brothers rumbled by us; we were now the last in line.

“Why go back and forth?” Toumi muttered.

“Huh?”

She looked up at me as if she had forgotten I was there. “Going back and forth, it's stupid.”

“The horses can't go straight down the hill.”

“Well, I'm not a damned horse,” Toumi snarled. “I'm just going to go straight down and meet up with the rest of them at the next switchback down.” She started to step off the road.

“We're not supposed to!”

She turned around, one foot in the mulchy soil of the slope, the other still on the road. She grinned at me. “Scared?”

“No, but...!”

Not waiting any more, Toumi walked down off the road and into the bank of thick juniper.

“Come back!” I looked down at her, then the retreating backs of our party.
Well
, I thought,
Mieko
said
to stay together.
And so I plunged down the hill after Toumi.

In retrospect, what I
should
have done was to go and alert Mieko, Masugu, or the Little Brothers. But I didn't want to look like a coward or a telltale, and of course, the prospect of getting to climb won me over, even if it were just climbing down a rocky, scrub-clogged hillside.

I went barreling down after Toumi, sure that I would catch up with her before she reached the trees. But Toumi had longer legs than I, and she had been raised on the streets of the capital city, so that she could move very quickly.

The juniper there were much bigger than any I'd seen near home, easily three times a man's height, but they were still juniper, thick and tangled. As soon as we entered the trees, I lost sight of Toumi. I had to listen for the sound of her feet slipping down the slope, of breaking branches, and of her occasional swearing. “Hold up!” I called. “Wait for me! We'll get lost!”

“How can we get lost,
Mouse?
Just go downhill, or are you too frightened even to do that?”

That got me seeing red.
Scared?
I'd show her. I decided that from that point it was a race to the bottom—and I was going to win.

I could barely hear Toumi rustling through the trees over my own heavy breathing, but I knew that I was gaining on her, more comfortable in the grove's close quarters. I angled toward what looked like a clearing, hoping to get past her without her knowing. In my mind, I imagined sitting on the road, cleaning my nails as she stumbled out onto the switchback.

Caught up in my own exhilaration and my rage, I burst out into the clearing without looking at what I was running into—another mistake.

The clearing had been created by the fall of a large cedar. At one end, another cedar grew up from the old tree's rotted trunk, smaller than its parent but much taller than the tangled juniper that surrounded it. In its lower branches stood a man in a brown cloak peering down toward where the road was. At the cedar's base stood two other men, also in brown, with bows. Alerted by my noisy arrival, they were both staring at me. One of them raised his bow to shoot at me, and I tried to turn back up the hill, only to slip on the mulch of the fallen tree and tumble right at his feet.

At the same moment, a loud shout above me announced that Toumi had fallen into the clearing as well. With a thud and a grunt, she too fell to the ground, just where the other man could step over, grab her by the neck of her jacket, pull her up, and shove her against the cedar.

Trying to reach my feet, I stumbled against the man above me, sending his arrow flitting off harmlessly into the trees. Without a sound, the man clamped his hand over my mouth and pushed me against the rough bark of the cedar. I heard the hiss of a blade being drawn and screamed into the man's hand.

“Don't kill ‘em yet,”
came a loud whisper from the man above.
“Even if we can't get anything off of this bunch, we can still sell these two.”

“You sure, boss?” The man's face was masked with a strip of cloth, so that I could only see his eyes squinting at me. “This one's awful scrawny.”

“Shut up,”
hissed the man above. “They're probably reaching the switchback soon. I need to get down to the look-out. Tie these two up. Gag ‘em. Me and Sanjiro are going down by the road to signal the others. Shirogawa, you guard these runts and get the horses ready.” With that, he leapt from the branch he was standing on down into the juniper behind us.

I heard a smack and a grunt, and felt a weight slam against my shoulder.

The man raised his knife, and I screamed again into his hand, but he was lifting it to Toumi's throat. She started to snarl at him, but stopped suddenly with a gulp as the blade bit into her flesh. “
‘Tie ‘em up,'
the man says,” he muttered, followed by a string of words that I had never heard, not even after nearly seven days of traveling with soldiers. He leaned his body heavily against me, so that I couldn't move—I could barely breathe—yanked the cloth mask from his face, balled it up and shoved it in my mouth. Pushing back his leather helmet, he pulled off the greasy cap beneath and did the same to Toumi. When she tried to fight, he growled, “I'd be just as happy to kill you both, girl. We ain't here for no slaves. But if Tanaka says to keep you, I'll keep you. Now shut up and stay still.”

Putting down his bow, but with his knife still at Toumi's throat, he pulled a length of thin cord from beneath his cloak and tied it quickly around first my wrists and then Toumi's. Squinting at us and then up at the tree, he spied the thick lower branches of the cedar. The cord went sailing over the branch and he caught it, then quickly pulled at it, so that our wrists were yanked in the air.

Toumi was standing on tiptoe; I, being shorter, was actually dangling by my wrists, which were burning as the cord cut into them.

“There,” grunted the squinty man with satisfaction. “That ought to hold you two.” Keeping the tension on our arms, he ran the cord over to one of the juniper trees and tied it off. Then he came back, picked up his bow, looked at us once more, and grimaced. “‘Look after the horses,' right.” He gave a nasty laugh. “Damn Tanaka to seven damned hells. Well, you squirts aren't going anywhere.” He started toward the uphill edge of the clearing, and then turned. “Don't you get any ideas!” Almost without aiming he sent an arrow at us that missed my elbow by a hand's breadth.

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