broom. I can’t think how I could have forgotten. What a day!” He shook his head.
“Wait.” Akitada looked at the path. “Junjiro, did you sweep here after it stopped snowing?”
Junjiro was surprised. “No, Your Honor. I haven’t swept at all today. I was just going to when Sato came to tell us about the master’s death.”
“Well, it’s time you started, boy.” Sato glowered; and Junjiro dashed away.
Sato accompanied Akitada to the street. At the gate, Akitada asked him, “Did Lord Tachibana entertain many friends?”
“Not lately, sir. In the old days we had many guests. His lordship’s first lady was still alive then. But that’s all changed.” He looked around sadly.
“I see you have served your master a long time,” Akitada said sympathetically. “Nowadays it is rare to find older servants still carrying on. Most of them retire and let young people take over.”
Sato sucked in his breath. “There’s nothing wrong with me,” he cried. “I’m as strong as an ox. People shouldn’t think that an old man cannot do the same work as a young one. I’ve been with my master for forty-five years, sir. Since long before the second ladyship, and I’ve always given good service.” He was shaking with emotion, and tears stood in his eyes.
Akitada remembered something Junjiro had mentioned and decided to probe a little further. “The present Lady Tachibana came recently?”
Sato took a breath and brushed at his eyes. “Yes, sir. She’s the daughter of an old friend of the master’s. My lord took her in as his second lady because of a promise he made to her dying father. When the first lady died, the second lady took over the household.” Sato compressed his lips and shot an angry glance toward the house. He obviously had little affection for his young mistress.
Akitada said coldly, “There are always difficult adjustments to be made. It isn’t easy to switch one’s loyalty so quickly. Besides, so young a lady is not, perhaps, very experienced in household matters.” He thought of the slender childlike creature who had smiled tremulously up at him.
“It may be so,” Sato said dully. “There was gossip when her first ladyship died and most of the servants had to leave. There are only five of us left, and we mind our business. Junjiro and I are the only men, and Junjiro is just a foolish boy. I can’t be everywhere at once.”
“Well, I won’t keep you any longer, but I shall be back to go through your master’s papers. Is there some side gate I can use without disturbing the mourners?”
“We have a small gate to the alley behind the property. It’s kept locked, but if you send word, I can have Junjiro let you in.”
“Yes. Thank you. That will do very well.”
Sato struggled to open the gate. Akitada, giving him a hand, asked, “You did not move any of the furniture in the studio recently, did you?”
“Oh, no, sir. His lordship didn’t like his things disturbed. He was very particular about that.”
♦
When Akitada walked into their private courtyard at the tribunal, he found Tora sitting in the sun on the veranda steps, looking glum. Two long bamboo staves were leaning against one of the posts. Tora said accusingly, “I’ve been waiting for hours. You are very late.”
Even among equals this speech would have been ill-natured. From a servant it amounted to gross insubordination. Many another master would have had Tora beaten unmercifully. Akitada winced. He had decided to accept Tora on Tora’s terms because he could not bring himself to spoil a friendship that was as strange as it was satisfying. Tora’s total lack of subservience, his complete honesty, and his bluntness of speech and sentiment were more valuable to Akitada than mere obedience and submission. And Akitada was afraid that any attempt to change Tora would surely drive him away.
Now he merely nodded and said, “I left
“Wait.” Akitada looked at the path. “Junjiro, did you sweep here after it stopped snowing?”
Junjiro was surprised. “No, Your Honor. I haven’t swept at all today. I was just going to when Sato came to tell us about the master’s death.”
“Well, it’s time you started, boy.” Sato glowered; and Junjiro dashed away.
Sato accompanied Akitada to the street. At the gate, Akitada asked him, “Did Lord Tachibana entertain many friends?”
“Not lately, sir. In the old days we had many guests. His lordship’s first lady was still alive then. But that’s all changed.” He looked around sadly.
“I see you have served your master a long time,” Akitada said sympathetically. “Nowadays it is rare to find older servants still carrying on. Most of them retire and let young people take over.”
Sato sucked in his breath. “There’s nothing wrong with me,” he cried. “I’m as strong as an ox. People shouldn’t think that an old man cannot do the same work as a young one. I’ve been with my master for forty-five years, sir. Since long before the second ladyship, and I’ve always given good service.” He was shaking with emotion, and tears stood in his eyes.
Akitada remembered something Junjiro had mentioned and decided to probe a little further. “The present Lady Tachibana came recently?”
Sato took a breath and brushed at his eyes. “Yes, sir. She’s the daughter of an old friend of the master’s. My lord took her in as his second lady because of a promise he made to her dying father. When the first lady died, the second lady took over the household.” Sato compressed his lips and shot an angry glance toward the house. He obviously had little affection for his young mistress.
Akitada said coldly, “There are always difficult adjustments to be made. It isn’t easy to switch one’s loyalty so quickly. Besides, so young a lady is not, perhaps, very experienced in household matters.” He thought of the slender childlike creature who had smiled tremulously up at him.
“It may be so,” Sato said dully. “There was gossip when her first ladyship died and most of the servants had to leave. There are only five of us left, and we mind our business. Junjiro and I are the only men, and Junjiro is just a foolish boy. I can’t be everywhere at once.”
“Well, I won’t keep you any longer, but I shall be back to go through your master’s papers. Is there some side gate I can use without disturbing the mourners?”
“We have a small gate to the alley behind the property. It’s kept locked, but if you send word, I can have Junjiro let you in.”
“Yes. Thank you. That will do very well.”
Sato struggled to open the gate. Akitada, giving him a hand, asked, “You did not move any of the furniture in the studio recently, did you?”
“Oh, no, sir. His lordship didn’t like his things disturbed. He was very particular about that.”
♦
When Akitada walked into their private courtyard at the tribunal, he found Tora sitting in the sun on the veranda steps, looking glum. Two long bamboo staves were leaning against one of the posts. Tora said accusingly, “I’ve been waiting for hours. You are very late.”
Even among equals this speech would have been ill-natured. From a servant it amounted to gross insubordination. Many another master would have had Tora beaten unmercifully. Akitada winced. He had decided to accept Tora on Tora’s terms because he could not bring himself to spoil a friendship that was as strange as it was satisfying. Tora’s total lack of subservience, his complete honesty, and his bluntness of speech and sentiment were more valuable to Akitada than mere obedience and submission. And Akitada was afraid that any attempt to change Tora would surely drive him away.
Now he merely nodded and said, “I left
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