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The Old Men of Omi

 

An Akitada Novel

 

 

 

I. J. Parker

 

Copyright 2014 by I.J.Parker

 

Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination

 

This edition published 2014 by I.J.Parker 428 Cedar Lane, Virginia Beach VA 23452

http://www.ijparker.com

 

Cover design by I. J. Parker.

Cover image by Toshikata Mizuno

Formatting: Polgarus Studio

Praise for I. J. Parker and the Akitada series

“Elegant and entertaining … Parker has created a wonderful protagonist in Akitada… . She puts us at ease in a Japan of one thousand years ago.”
The Boston Globe

 

“You couldn’t ask for a more gracious introduction to the exotic world of Imperial Japan than the stately historical novels of I. J. Parker.”
The New York Times

 

“Akitada is as rich a character as Robert Van Gulik’s intriguing detective, Judge Dee”
The Dallas Morning News

 

“Readers will be enchanted by Akitada.”
Publishers Weekly
Starred Review

 

“Terrifically imaginative”
The Wall Street Journal

 

“A brisk and well-plotted mystery with a cast of regulars who become more fully developed with every episode”
Kirkus

 

“More than just a mystery novel, (
THE CONVICT’S SWORD
) is a superb piece of literature set against the backdrop of 11
th
-cntury Kyoto.”
The Japan Times

 

“Parker’s research is extensive and she makes great use of the complex manners and relationships of feudal Japan.”
Globe and Mail

 

“The fast-moving, surprising plot and colorful writing will enthrall even those unfamiliar with the exotic setting.”
Publishers Weekly,
Starred Review

 

“…the author possesses both intimate knowledge of the time period and a fertile imagination as well. Combine that with an intriguing mystery and a fast-moving plot, and you’ve got a historical crime novel that anyone can love.”
Chicago Sun-Times

 

“Parker’s series deserves a wide readership.”
Historical Novel Society

 

“The historical research is impressive, the prose crisp, and Parker’s ability to universalize the human condition makes for a satisfying tale.”
Booklist

 

“Parker masterfully blends action and detection while making the attitudes and customs of the period accessible.”
Publishers Weekly
(starred review)

 

“Readers looking for historical mystery with a twist will find what they’re after in Parker’s latest Sugawara Akitada mystery … An intriguing glimpse into an ancient culture.”
Booklist

Table of Contents
Characters

(Japanese family names precede proper names)

 

Characters in the Capital and in Otsu:

 

Sugawara Akitada
Senior official in the Ministry of Justice

Yasuko & Yoshitada
his children

Tora
his senior retainer

Genba
another retainer

Saburo
a third retainer, a former spy.

Mrs. Kuruda
his mother

Fujiwara Kosehira
Governor of Omi Province

Yukiko
his eldest daughter

Takechi
Police chief in Otsu city

 

Persons connected with the case of the warring temples:

 

Abbot Gyomei
chief priest of Enryaku-ji

Kanshin
prior of the temple

Kojo
a warrior monk in the service of the temple

a poor porter and his wife

Master Cricket
a hermit

a wood gatherer and his family

 

Persons connected with the Jizo murders:

 

Wakiya & Juro
two old men from Okuni village

Masaie
headman in Okuni

Nakano
retired judge in Otsu

Tokuno
a sweeper

Fumi Tokiari
a rice merchant in Otsu

Taira Sukenori
nobleman; deceased

Taira Sukemichi
his son

Hatta Hiroshi
Lord Sukenori’s
betto
, deceased

Hatta Takashi
his son

Mineko
a maid in the Taira family.

Chapter One
Old Man Wakiya and the Spring Festival

They staggered from the neighbor’s farm followed by laughter and shouts: “Watch out or the
kappa
will jump out of a paddy and snatch ya.”

The two old men, white-haired and white-bearded, were drunk out of their skulls and hooted with laughter.

Juro raised a jug toward the moon. “Bring on yer
kappa
! We’ll fight’em.”

His friend Wakiya snorted. “Me, I’d rather have a woman than a
kappa
. I’d even take a fox.”

They bumped into each other, laughing and holding each other up.

“Yer drunk!” Wakiya said. “Gimme the wine. Yer gonna drop it.”

“Never! Come to poppa.” Juro kissed the jug. “Better’n a child any day. Children are a pain.”

Wakya burped. “That bitch my son married. She’s waiting at home with a broom to beat me. Gimme that jug.”

Juro passed the jug over and stood swaying as his friend raised it and drank, spilling wine all over himself. “Pah,” he spat. “Yer kid peed all over me.” He threw the jug back and giggled.

Juro caught it by some miracle. “Watch out, ya almost killed him,” he grumbled.

This struck both of them as hilarious, and they set off down the moonlit load, arms about each other’s shoulders, singing. They were singing different songs, which led to another argument about who had the correct words, and the jug changed hands again.

By the time they reached Juro’s farm, the jug was empty. They embraced tearfully, and parted.

Wakiya staggered onward, weaving this way and that, nearly falling into an irrigation ditch once or twice, and talking to himself.

“What a day! I’m beat. Been dancing like a boy! Ha,ha. And the women! Rokuro’s wife’s got big titties. Got a feel, but she slapped me. Amida, I wanted to give her one! He, he. He’s not dead yet …”

He broke off when he saw the figure of a man sitting beside the narrow road. He squinted. The man looked familiar. But a cloud passed over, and he shook his head. “What’s he doing out here anyway?” he asked himself.

The man waited patiently as Wakiya zigzagged toward him. When they were finally face to face, he asked, “Are you Wakiya?”

Wakiya swayed and nodded. “Tha’s me. I know ya. What’s yer name?’

“You don’t know me.”

“Mmm. Maybe I do and maybe I don’t.” Wakiya took a stumbling step and halted again. “Got my own place th’other side of the woods. “ A thought occurred to him. Perhaps he could avoid his daughter-in-law’s ire. “Ya want to come? There might be a drop of wine?”

The other man got to his feet. “Thanks. I’ll walk with you and give you a hand. It’s dark under the trees. You might take a fall.” He laughed.

Wakiya chuckled. “Yer not a
kappa
, are ye?”

“No. Come along,” the stranger said impatiently, taking his arm. “They must be waiting for you at home.”

“Yeah, that bitch of a daughter-in law’s gonna beat me. An old man! There’s no respect for old people these days.” He hiccupped. “Yer not from here, are ya?”

“Not anymore.”

They were in the trees now. It was too dark to see the stranger’s face, but he was looking about him as if he were searching for something. Wakiya said, “See any foxes?” and giggled.

That was when the stranger turned and took Wakiya by his scrawny neck. He shook the old man violently. Wakiya waved his arms and gurgled. He managed to knee the man in the groin. The stranger cursed under his breath and relaxed his grip a little.

Even in his drunken stupor, Wakiya knew his danger. He shouted in his thin reedy voice.

“Shut up!” snarled the stranger and squeezed again.

Wakiya kicked and scratched and made hoarse sounds until the stranger pushed him away with another curse.

The old man fell to his knees. He wailed and struggled into a stumbling run trying to get away.

But the stranger was not drunk, and he was younger and faster, and he had a rock in his hand. The rock smashed into Wakiya’s skull before he had taken four steps. Wakiya arched back with a choking cry, then sank to his knees. “Wha … wha …” he mumbled, as the rock hit him again, and again.

Wakiya, finally silent, fell forward on his face. His white hair now made a red patch on the dark road.

Chapter Two
The Visit to Otsu

It was spring again.

A blue sky hung over the mountains, birds of prey circled in the clear air, touches of pale green shone brightly from among the deeper green of pines and cryptomerias on the mountain side, and all along the broad highway, paddy fields had been flooded in readiness for the young rice plants.

A time for high spirits and optimism.

The small procession of officials from the capital rode along at a sedate pace behind a front rider with a white banner. The two riders who followed him wore fine clothing, one of them a green brocade hunting coat and white silk trousers tucked into his boots, the other a red coat over black trousers, plus blue trimmed half armor. Behind them followed six men in more sober black robes and hats, while a sedan chair, carried by four bare-legged porters, and a series of pack horses managed by servants, followed.

They traveled sedately because of the sedan chair. The black robes belonged to government officials traveling on the emperor’s business, while the two men in front seemed to be on an outing.

All but the man in green brocade enjoyed the fresh air, the green rice fields, the budding cherry trees.

His companion had been watching him anxiously for a while and now said in a bracing tone, “You’ll have a grand time, sir. His lordship’s been looking forward to your visit. I’m sure he’ll do you proud.”

Akitada started from his abstraction and looked across. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, Tora. I imagine so. It will be good to see Kosehira again. I’m very glad he got this appointment.”

“He’s much closer to us now. You’ll both have many other chances for visits back and forth.”

“Hmm.” Akitada looked about to gauge their progress. They were more than halfway between the capital and Otsu on the shores of Lake Biwa.

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