The Incense Game (37 page)

The room beyond the entryway was full of people. The raw, meaty odor of blood nauseated Sano. The scene tilted. Regaining his sense of what was up and what was down, he saw only three people standing. Eight others lay in puddles of blood that gleamed wetly red on the tatami. Blood had also splashed the walls. In the kitchen section of the room, dishes had shattered. Smeared, bloody footprints on the floor charted a vicious battle fought. All the corpses were male except one, a tiny old woman so emaciated that her body was like crooked sticks inside her robes. Papery lids drooped over her blank eyes. Her toothless mouth overflowed with blood. Her throat was cut.

Hope welled up through Sano’s horror like the sun rising on the morning after the earthquake. Reiko wasn’t among the dead. Calling her, he ran, slipping in the blood, toward a doorway that led to the house’s other rooms. One of the men stepped in front of Sano and said, “Excuse me, who are you?”

Sano was so distraught he could barely stammer his name and rank. “My wife. I have to find her. Get out of my way!”

“There’s nobody else here.” The man had a permanently suntanned face like a farmer’s, but his crown was shaved, his hair in a topknot. He wore a
jitte
—an iron rod with a prong at the hilt for catching the blade of an attacker’s sword, standard equipment for police He was a local
doshin
. The two men with him looked to be his civilian assistants.

“Then where is she?” Sano demanded.

“She must have been the lady that was seen riding through the village today,” the
doshin
said in the satisfied tone of a police officer who’d fitted together facts of a crime. “Those dead samurai must be her guards. She came to see old Kasane, according to her nephew. He came in and found this.” The
doshin
shook his head at the bloody scene. “There are reports of another group of mounted samurai in the area. They were probably
r
ō
nin
bandits. They must have broken in here and killed Kasane and your wife’s guards.”

Sano didn’t have time to correct the
doshin
’s impression. He had to look for Reiko. Maybe she’d managed to run away from Minister Ogyu and his troops.

Maybe they’d caught her, and her dead body was lying in a field.

Banishing the thought, Sano started toward the door. A gurgling noise stopped him. It sounded as if someone were calling his name under water. One of the
doshin
’s assistants said, “Hey, that one’s alive!”

Sano crouched beside the fallen man who’d spoken. The man’s armor tunic was drenched with blood. Sano was aghast to see what he’d not noticed before: The man’s face had been mutilated. So had the faces of the dead men. Their noses had been cut off, their eyes, cheeks, and mouths crisscrossed with slashes. Minister Ogyu must have disfigured them in an attempt to obscure their identities.

“Who are you?” Sano grasped the man’s hand.

Blood frothed around the hole that had been his nose as the man breathed. His hand squeezed Sano’s. His cut lips moved in a whisper. “Tanuma.”

He was Reiko’s chief bodyguard. Sano said urgently, “Where is Reiko?”

“Ogyu.” Tanuma’s eyes were swollen shut, their lids covered with blood, leaking muddy fluid. “Took her.” His pierced lungs gurgled as they sucked air. “Couldn’t. Stop. Him.”

“She’s alive, then?” Caught between eagerness to believe it and fear of disappointment, Sano said, “Where did Ogyu take her?” He felt Tanuma’s grip on his hand, and on life, weakening.

“Saru-waka-cho.” Tanuma exhaled for the last time.

39

INSIDE THE THEATER,
Minister Ogyu knelt at the end of the stage where Reiko sat. His soft features were set in lines of unhappy resignation. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” His gaze fixed on a point above her head, as if he were unable to look directly at her. “Things just spun out of control.”

He sounded as if eight people had died without any involvement from him! Angry words leaped into Reiko’s mind, but she held her tongue, afraid to antagonize Minister Ogyu.

“Life is a path that one must walk, sometimes regardless of one’s wishes. My path was determined the day I was born. I was the only child. They wanted an heir to carry on our family name and bring honor to our clan.” Pride and tears glistened in Minister Ogyu’s eyes. “They didn’t let nature stand in their way.”

This was the only admission of his true sex that he would ever make, Reiko thought. She listened while frantically trying to think of how to turn him away from this destructive path along which he was taking her.

“They never let down their discipline. ‘Eat more! Get bigger! Talk deeper in your throat. Never cry! Don’t be a sissy!’” His voice imitated an angry woman’s. “I did everything they wanted. All the acting and pretending. Even when I thought it would kill me.” A spasm disfigured the right side of Minister Ogyu’s face. He groaned. “What choice did I have? According to Confucius, whose teachings I began studying as soon as I learned to read, duty to my parents was my highest duty.”

Reiko remembered Sano telling her that Minister Ogyu’s parents were dead. She risked a comment that might lead him to realize the error of his ways. “When your parents died, there was no need to pretend anymore. You could have stopped.”

“When I was young, I used to think that when they were gone, I would go someplace far away, and live all by myself, and be however I wanted, and nobody would care.” He spoke as if he hadn’t heard Reiko, but his thoughts had followed the same course as hers. “But my duty to them didn’t end with their deaths. One also has a duty to one’s ancestors. And by the time my parents died, it was too late for me to change. I had my position at the academy. I was a married man. I had my wife and children to consider.”

Anguish added to the suffering on his face. “I didn’t do it only to protect myself. I did it to protect them, too.”

“I understand. Madam Usugumo found you out—she was a threat to your wife and children,” Reiko said. “She had to be silenced.”

“She discovered my secret. I had to silence her.” Again he echoed Reiko’s words without seeming to hear them. “But I hadn’t the courage. I gave my wife the poisoned incense. She did what I should have.”

Reiko was astonished. Lady Ogyu, not her husband, had actually murdered the women at the incense game.

“But Madam Usugumo wasn’t the only danger. There was Kasane.” Pain screwed Minister Ogyu’s right eye shut. “I couldn’t risk her telling. And after what my wife had done, I had to be the one to take the next step, didn’t I?” He seemed to be arguing with himself, not Reiko. “I had to do what a man, a samurai, would.”

He was using Bushido to justify cutting the throat of a helpless old woman who’d loved him. Reiko despised him, but her life depended on currying his favor while guiding him to a different conclusion than he had planned.

“You did right,” she said. “Everybody who knew about you is dead.”
Also people who’d only been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Tears stung Reiko’s eyes as she thought of Lieutenant Tanuma and her other guards. “It’s time to stop the killing.”

Minister Ogyu glanced directly at her and whispered through gritted teeth. “There’s still one more person. You.”

“I don’t know anything that I can prove,” Reiko hurried to say. “It would be my word against yours. Nobody would believe me. Your guards didn’t.”

“You know I killed Kasane. You know I kidnapped you.” Facial spasms punctuated Minister Ogyu’s sentences. “You’ll tell your husband.”

“I’ll say you didn’t hurt me and I forgive you.” Reiko couldn’t keep her voice from stuttering with panic.

“Lord Hosokawa won’t forgive me or my wife for his daughters’ death.”

“Lord Hosokawa doesn’t matter,” Reiko said, even though he could start or prevent a civil war. “It’s my husband whose opinion counts. I’ll convince him to pardon you.”

Minister Ogyu raised his hand to dismiss her words, then massaged his temple. “Maybe he’ll excuse me for what I did to you. But not for what I did to him and his little girl.”

He was responsible for the bomb, Reiko realized. And he was right: Sano would never forgive someone who’d almost killed Akiko. Neither could she. Her anger toward Minister Ogyu grew into a wild, raging animal inside her, that wanted to claw out his throat.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her,” Minister Ogyu said. “It was an accident. I was waiting for Chamberlain Sano to come home. When I saw him, I was so intent on lighting the bomb and throwing it that I didn’t notice her until it left my hand.”

Reiko fought the urge to shriek,
Coward! You couldn’t challenge my husband face-to-face. You hid in wait for him, and you tried to kill him and our daughter, and you call it an accident!

“My husband will pardon you if I ask him to.” Her voice shook with her effort to control her temper. “You can go on as if nothing had happened. Your wife and children will be safe.”

His hopeless glance said he wished to believe her but knew her claims were absurd. “I’ve made up my mind. One last person. Then it can stop.”

A mournful relief filled his voice. The spasms in his face ceased; the muscles unknotted. His decision had snapped the tension between good and evil inside him and brought him peace. Reiko thought she felt the child move in her, like a baby bird instinctively trying to escape from a cracking egg. Minister Ogyu rolled his shoulders as if a weight had fallen off them. His confessing to Reiko was akin to dumping his secret into her grave.

“Please have mercy!” Reiko fell forward, her bound hands clasped, and sobbed. “I’m pregnant. Please spare my child. Please let me go!”

Deaf to her cries, Minister Ogyu sat with his hands folded, his face calm; his eyes watched the door. He seemed to be waiting for something.

*   *   *

“IS THERE ANOTHER
road to town?” Sano asked the village men who’d followed him out of Kasane’s house into the cold night. There had to be, or Minister Ogyu and his men would have had to transport Reiko along the highway and been seen by her bearers waiting at the landslide.

“Yes. I’ll show you,” the
doshin
said.

The road was a narrow lane that skirted fields and climbed up and down forested hills. Sano and his men rode single file, slowly over rough terrain. Under normal conditions the highway would have been faster, but the back road was freer of obstacles created by the earthquake. Sano and his men reached Edo in half the time it had taken them to travel to Mitake. A temple bell tolled midnight as they came onto the main street through town.

Sano floated in a fog of pain and dizziness, fear and exhaustion. He dozed, then woke to see a rubble-strewn landscape lit by his men’s lanterns and the stars and moon in the black sky. The procession had stopped.

“Is this the Saru-waka-cho theater district?” he asked.

“My sense of direction says so,” Marume said, “but I don’t see anything I recognize.”

Neither did Sano. Where once great theaters had stood amid teahouses, restaurants, shops, and houses, now broken walls rose from deserted ruins. The homeless actors, musicians, directors, and stagehands had moved to the tent camps. Dogs howled. Windblown debris skittered. Riding through the district, Sano and his men came across signs of bygone gaiety. Atop rubble piles lay strings of crumpled red paper lanterns from the eaves of teahouses. Sano’s horse trod on a broken samisen. A square wooden tower, from which drummers had once summoned theatergoers, lay in pieces. None of the buildings appeared whole or inhabited. Sano’s party located the main street, which was blocked in both directions by collapsed theaters. Sano felt a growing desperation.

Where in this shambles had Minister Ogyu taken Reiko?

Was he already gone and she already dead?

*   *   *

MINISTER OGYU WAITED,
still and detached and ominously calm. Reiko was bathed in sweat from the effort of straining against her bindings. The rope around her ankles loosened, but her wrists remained tightly secured. Minister Ogyu turned his head. She lifted her wrists and gnawed the rope; its coarse fibers abraded her mouth as she worked at the knot. Then she heard the footsteps and voices that had drawn his attention away from her. His men were returning.

Reiko hastily lowered her wrists. The four men marched down the gangway. They had another man with them, a young stranger with purple bruises that stained his cheeks, swelled his mouth, and circled his eyes. “What am I doing here?” he asked Minister Ogyu. He didn’t notice Reiko. “Can I go now?”

“No. I’m not finished with you.” Minister Ogyu beckoned his men.

They brought the stranger onto the stage. Ogyu’s men surrounded him closely, and Reiko saw that he was as much a prisoner as herself. While Ogyu and the other men were occupied with him, she chewed at the rope around her wrists. The knot began to fray.

“But I already told you, Madam Usugumo didn’t tell me anything about you,” the stranger protested. “Thank you for breaking me out of jail, you saved my life, and I appreciate it, but what more do you expect me to say?”

Reiko froze in astonishment, her teeth clenched on the rope. The stranger was Korin, Madam Usugumo’s apprentice. Minister Ogyu must have wanted to find out if Korin knew his secret and taken him from the jail to question him here. Apparently Korin didn’t know. But why, then, had Ogyu kept him? Reiko deduced the answer. Ogyu wasn’t convinced that Korin really didn’t know his secret and therefore was unable to let Korin go free; but he hadn’t killed Korin because he hadn’t yet made the decision to resort to violence.

The young man spied Reiko. He smiled at her; his eyes twinkled roguishly. “Well, hello. Who are you?”

“She’s Lady Reiko,” Minister Ogyu said. “Chamberlain Sano’s wife.”

Reiko intuited that neither she nor Korin would survive this night.

“It’s an honor to make your acquaintance.” Korin bowed gallantly, then frowned, turning to Minister Ogyu. “Hey, why is she tied up?”

Reiko shouted, “Run, Korin!” Maybe she could save him, even if she couldn’t save herself and her child.