Concubine's Tattoo by Laura Joh Rowland Page A

grunts. When I cry out, he does, too-an ugly sound, like a dying animal.

Then I lie still, my eyes half closed. I watch his shadow move past the window and out of sight. When I'm sure he's gone, I dress quickly and hurry back to the market before the palace officials discover I'm not with the other girls. I could be beaten, dismissed, or even killed for what I've done. But he's very rich and powerful. Soon he travels to Shikoku, and we won't meet again for at least eight months. I must get what I can now, from him, no matter the risk.

Aroused by this erotic scenario, Sano felt like a voyeur himself, spying on a dead woman's intimate life. He closed the book and pondered the meaning of what he'd just read. Harume had probably thought that anyone who happened to read the story would deem it a fantasy, but it had the quality of truth. Who was her partner in the bizarre game, and why had she played when she got no pleasure from it? What else might have happened between them? Sano considered the clues: a tall, thin man who was rich, powerful, and bound for an eight-month stay on that southern island...

Then he smiled. He knew of someone who fit the hints Harume had dropped about her paramour. Sano blew out the lamp, lay down with his head on the wooden neck rest, and pulled the quilt over him. Tomorrow he and Reiko would reconcile their differences and begin their happy marriage. And tomorrow, sometime between reporting to the shogun, attending the examination of Harume's corpse at Edo Morgue, and interviewing Lady Ichiteru and Lieutenant Kushida, Sano would visit the latest suspect in Lady Harume's murder: Lord Miyagi Shigeru, daimyo of Tosa Province.

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    Their breath frosting the morning air, Sano and Hirata strode through Edo Castle's winding passages and security checkpoints on their way to report to the shogun. It was another crisp, clear day, though colder than the previous one. Sunlight glittered on the tile roofs of the walled passages, flashed through wind-tossed pine boughs above, and reflected off the armor of patrolling guards. Shadows were as precise as paper cutouts, and every sound rang clear: horses' hooves on stone paths; marching footsteps; voices calling. Geese winged across the vast, cloudless blue sky, trailing a streamer of honks over the castle. An invigorating tang of fallen leaves and charcoal smoke spiced the air.

"Did you sleep well?" Hirata asked, alluding to Sano's wedding night with a meaningful look.

"Fine, thank you, " Sano said tersely, hoping Hirata wouldn't pursue the subject. He hadn't seen Reiko today. Unwilling to risk another disastrous scene before work, he'd decided to postpone their next meeting until tonight.

Hirata, ever sensitive to Sano's moods, said, "The men and I had a little celebration planned for you last night. I guess it's just as well that we decided to put it off and let you rest."

Knowing what wedding night festivities were like, Sano fervently agreed. He hoped the meeting with the shogun would progress more smoothly than his marriage. But although he'd assumed the news that there was no epidemic would have allayed the shogun's concerns, he soon discovered otherwise. Tokugawa Tsunayoshi, ensconced in his private sitting room amid guards and attendants, greeted Sano and Hirata's arrival with an anguished cry.

"Ahh, sosakan-sama," he wailed. "The murder of my concubine has distressed me so much that I could not sleep last night. Now I have the most terrible headache. I feel sick at my stomach, and my, ahh, entire body pains me."

Tokugawa Tsunayoshi lay on the dais, supported by cushions, wearing a bronze silk dressing gown. The fact of Harume's death having belatedly sunk into his mind, he looked shriveled, pale, and much older than his forty-four years. An attendant placed a screen by the window, shielding him from the sunlit paper panes. Others stoked charcoal braziers, heating the room to an ovenlike warmth. A priest chanted prayers. Dr. Kitano hovered beside the