The Ronin’s Mistress

8

When Sano, Marume, and Fukida arrived at Edo Castle, soldiers loitered outside, avidly reading news broadsheets. The broadsheets were illustrated with a crude drawing of the forty-seven ronin on the march, carrying Kira’s head on a spear. At the palace, Sano found the very same broadsheet in the shogun’s private chambers.

The shogun held a copy above his face while he lay on his back in bed. His robe was open, his naked torso exposed. A physician rubbed spice-scented oil on the shogun’s stomach. Chamberlain Yanagisawa, Yoritomo, and two men from the Council of Elders-Sano’s friend Ohgami and enemy Ihara-knelt around the shogun, twisting into awkward postures, trying to read the broadsheet. Yoritomo read aloud, “A hundred savage ronin broke into the estate of the shogun’s master of ceremonies. They cut off his head and massacred everybody else.”

Yanagisawa and the elders listened with concern. The shogun exclaimed, “This is even worse than I feared! Can it be true?”

Yanagisawa noticed Sano standing at the threshold. His eyes narrowed. “Here’s the man who should be able to tell us.”

“There were forty-seven ronin, not a hundred,” Sano said. “They spared the women, children, and servants.”

“How nice of them.” Sarcasm didn’t improve the looks of Elder Ihara’s monkey face.

Yoritomo started reading a gory description of the murder. The shogun said, “Stop right there, or I’ll be sick!” and flung away the broadsheet.

The physician lit a candle and waved the flame inside several bamboo cups, which he placed upside down on the shogun’s stomach. This was an ancient Chinese medical treatment that promoted the flow of life energy through the body. The vacuum inside the cups drew blood to the areas underneath. The suction penetrated the tissues and released poisons. The position of the cups told Sano that the shogun was suffering from constipation again. The shogun was always suffering from something, always threatening to die. So far so good, but he had gotten frail. Maybe he would die soon, without a son or designated heir. And then would follow the battle over the succession.

“What are you doing back so soon?” Yanagisawa asked Sano. “Shouldn’t you be out chasing the forty-seven ronin?”

“I’ve already captured them,” Sano said.

“Oh.” Yanagisawa looked unpleasantly surprised.

Sano described what had happened after he’d tracked the ronin to Sengaku Temple. Everyone was nonplussed.

“That’s certainly peculiar,” said Elder Ohgami, Sano’s quiet, white-haired friend.

“So the forty-seven ronin surrendered. All you had to do was scoop them up,” Yanagisawa concluded.

“Nevertheless, the crime is solved,” Sano said, controlling his temper. Trust Yanagisawa to minimize his accomplishments. “The forty-seven ronin are under house arrest.”

“Is it all over, then?” the shogun said with cautious hope. The cups attached to him looked like the nubs on a caterpillar.

Swiftly, before Sano could say that it was and parlay his success into a pardon for past offenses, Yanagisawa shot down that hope. “No. It’s certainly not over.”

“Why not?” Anxiety crinkled the shogun’s face. The physician slid the bamboo cups around on his pale, droopy stomach, massaging the organs beneath.

“There’s still the matter of what to do with the forty-seven ronin,” Yanagisawa said.

“That’s easy. They should be convicted of murder and condemned to death,” Ihara declared. “They sought revenge against Kira after His Excellency ruled that Kira wasn’t at fault in the incident between him and Lord Asano and he shouldn’t be punished. They not only killed a helpless old man in cold blood; they defied His Excellency. It’s standard procedure that anyone who does that automatically pays with his life.”

“This isn’t a standard case,” Ohgami pointed out. “The forty-seven ronin followed the Way of the Warrior. They avenged their lord’s death. Bushido trumps the law in this case.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Yoritomo hastened to protest. “Their ultimate duty is to the shogun. And they went against his orders.”

Sano sensed emotions rising fast among his colleagues. The case had touched a place deep inside them, where their samurai spirit lived. The forty-seven ronin’s vendetta had raised questions about their own worth as samurai, as it had done for Sano.

Exasperation showed on Ohgami’s face. “Lord Asano was their hereditary master. They were compelled by honor to avenge him, no matter what.”

“Not everyone thinks so,” Ihara said. “Some people are already calling the forty-seven ronin heroes, but others think they’re criminals.”

Sano suspected that those who called the ronin criminals felt guilty about the short shrift that they themselves gave to Bushido. They wanted to punish anyone who made them look neglectful of their own duties. The people who lauded the forty-seven as heroes took a vicarious pride in the deed which they would probably never have the courage to perform themselves. Sano felt torn because he could see both sides of the argument.

On one hand, Bushido was the foundation of his life. His father had raised him to believe that nothing was more important than a samurai’s duty to his master. His samurai blood told him that the forty-seven ronin had done right to murder Kira.

On the other hand, he had a duty to his own lord, the shogun. The forty-seven ronin had defied the shogun’s orders, and Sano must uphold the law. And they’d killed many innocent people who hadn’t deserved to die for whatever Kira had done to Lord Asano-if in fact Kira had done anything to Lord Asano. To complicate matters, Sano had a personal code of honor that often conflicted with Bushido, that compelled him to seek the truth before he took action, that valued justice above blind obedience. There were too many questions in this case, and he needed answers before he made up his mind about the forty-seven ronin.

The shogun sighed. “Ahh, this is a complicated issue.”

“Yes, it is complicated.” Yanagisawa refrained from declaring his position. “If you set the forty-seven ronin free, you’ll look weak because you let them get away with disregarding your orders. If you put them to death, you’ll send a message that loyalty doesn’t matter, and thousands of other samurai may decide that they have better things to do than serving you.”

Those were good points, but Sano figured that Yanagisawa wanted to see which way the wind blew hardest before he took a stand. Although Yanagisawa didn’t like rogues who disrupted order, and he would probably like to see the forty-seven ronin dead before sundown, an example to anyone else who was thinking of misbehaving, he had to consider the effect that the case would have on his quest for power.

“There will be trouble, mark my words,” Yanagisawa said, “and Your Excellency has Sano-san to thank for it.”

“You!” the shogun exclaimed, recoiling as if Sano had hit him.

Incredulity struck Sano. “This isn’t my fault, Your Excellency,” he said, then turned to Yanagisawa. “What are you talking about?”

“You arrested the forty-seven ronin,” Yanagisawa said. “You dumped them in His Excellency’s lap.”

“I was following orders to capture Kira’s killers,” Sano defended himself.

“I ordered you to, ahh, get to the bottom of things,” the shogun retorted. “I didn’t say, ‘Cause more problems for me.’ But that’s ahh, exactly what you’ve done.”

“There you go.” Yanagisawa shrugged at Sano. Yoritomo smiled triumphantly.

Trust Yanagisawa to twist things around so that I look bad, Sano thought. Everyone else looked impressed with Yanagisawa’s deft play.

“Since Sano-san created this situation, he should be the one to settle it,” Yanagisawa said.

“A good idea,” the shogun said. The physician began pulling the cups off his stomach. Each made a loud, sucking sound as it came up, leaving a bright red circle on his skin, like a comical rash. “Well, Sano-san? Shall we rule that the forty-seven ronin are innocent according to Bushido and pardon them? Or that they’re guilty of, ahh, treason and murder, and order them to commit seppuku?”

“This needs to be settled quickly,” Yanagisawa added.

Sano was aware that peremptory action for the sake of action would be a dire mistake. This was such a sensitive issue that any decision was bound to create discord. It could even ignite a civil war. Yanagisawa wanted to force Sano to decide now. Later he would make sure it turned out to be the wrong choice and that Sano suffered the consequences.

Two could play that game.

Sano said, “Chamberlain Yanagisawa is second-in-command. He’s the man who should advise Your Excellency.”

“Ahh, you’re right.” The shogun turned to Yanagisawa. “What do you suggest?”

Yanagisawa couldn’t hide his annoyance that Sano had deflected the responsibility onto him. The case of the forty-seven ronin was like a hot coal that would burn whoever held it, and he was quick to toss it to someone else. “I suggest that the Council of Elders should decide.”

The elders didn’t flinch. They’d been in politics for so long that they recognized a fatal game of catch and they were prepared. Ohgami said, “We should create a special supreme court to rule on the fate of the forty-seven ronin.”

“Yes!” The shogun sat up, closed his robe, and clapped his hands, ecstatic. “That’s the perfect solution! Who shall be the, ahh, judges?”

The physician packed up his equipment and decamped. A wise move, Sano thought. Everyone else probably wished they could leave, too, lest they end up on the court.

“First, let’s decide on how many judges we need,” Yanagisawa said, obviously buying time to think how to turn the new situation to his advantage. “I suggest four.” He must think he could control that small number of men.

“That’s not enough to decide such an important issue. I suggest twenty-five.” Sano knew that was too many, but he’d allowed room to negotiate.

“Six,” Yanagisawa countered.

Impatience heated up the shogun’s temper. “I say fourteen.” His rash, arbitrary decision was final.

“The judges should be high, trusted officials in the regime,” Yanagisawa said. “I nominate Inspector General Nakae.”

“I second the nomination,” Ihara said.

In theory, the inspector general was responsible for auditing government operations and making sure they were conducted properly. But Nakae was a crony of Yanagisawa’s, which meant he kept a lookout for misbehavior done by everyone except Yanagisawa.

“I nominate Magistrate Ueda,” Sano said. Magistrate Ueda was Reiko’s father, and not only Sano’s ally but an honest man who would do his best to ensure that the court acted fairly.

“Second,” Ohgami said.

There followed a heated discussion about who else should be appointed. As Sano and Yanagisawa each vied to stack the supreme court with his own allies, Sano was disturbed to see that the case was becoming more about politics than justice. But he could breathe easier now. With the case in hands other than his, he was safe.

After a while the shogun said, “Why is it so hard to choose fourteen judges? Give me their names now and, ahh, be done!”

Sano quickly recited seven names, including Magistrate Ueda’s. Yanagisawa named his seven choices, headed by Inspector General Nakae.

“Inform the judges that they’ve been appointed to the supreme court,” Ohgami told Sano.

The shogun brushed his hands together. “I’m glad that’s finished.”

“It isn’t quite,” Yanagisawa said. “The supreme court will need to investigate the case and collect evidence.”

Sano realized that Yanagisawa was angling to throw him back into jeopardy. “An investigation isn’t necessary. Because we already know that the defendants killed Kira,” he said, even though the case wasn’t as clear-cut as he would like.

Ohgami backed Sano up. “Why do we need evidence, when the forty-seven ronin have already confessed?”

“This isn’t like other murder trials,” Yanagisawa explained smoothly. “What we need is evidence that will justify the supreme court’s verdict, so that everyone accepts it and no one starts a war over it.”

“What kind of evidence would that be?” the shogun asked, hopeful yet confused.

“Anything that pertains to the forty-seven ronin’s actions or motives, or the events leading up to Kira’s death, that hasn’t come to light yet,” Yanagisawa said.

Sano had to agree that Yanagisawa’s point was valid. Neither side in the controversy would be satisfied with a verdict based solely on the results of a judicial debate. If the shogun exercised his right to punish the forty-seven ronin, he had better have solid grounds unless he wanted extreme political strife on his hands. And if the shogun reversed his original decision that prohibited punishing Kira, he had better have a strong rationale unless he wanted to lose face and expose weakness that would practically beg for an attack on his regime.

“I suggest that Sano-san be appointed to help the judges investigate,” Yanagisawa said.

“Fine,” the shogun said, before Sano could forestall him. “Sano-san, you are appointed.”

Yanagisawa and Yoritomo smiled identical smiles of cruel satisfaction. Sano’s heart dropped. Now he would share the responsibility for any bad consequences that arose from the court’s decision. His own fate and the forty-seven ronin’s were intertwined.

“One last thing, Your Excellency,” Yanagisawa said. “Sano-san’s investigations have a tendency to cause trouble. Last time he got your wife raped. Let’s give him an extra incentive to do better this time.”

Sano saw Yanagisawa getting ready to heap more trouble on him. “There’s no need-”

“What kind of extra incentive?” the shogun interrupted.

“If the supreme court doesn’t reach a satisfactory verdict, then Sano-san should be permanently assigned to a post at some distant location-let’s say Kyushu,” Yanagisawa said, “while his family remains in Edo as hostages to his good behavior.”

“Very well,” the shogun said.