Tora grasped the small man’s wrist. ‘Come on, Jirokichi, you owe me.’
Jirokichi jerked his arm away. He looked both frightened and angry. ‘Leave it alone,’ he snapped. ‘You’ll get your gold back.’ He got up and hobbled away.
Tora left some coins on the bench and hurried after Jirokichi, but the little man had disappeared.
AKITADA PLAYS WITH FIRE
Akitada woke up to a furious anger.
For years he had struggled against hostilities from members in the administration. Though his family name linked him to the spectacular rise and unjust fall of his ancestor Michizane and he still bore the resentment and fear that that name aroused, he had never become disloyal to the emperor or to the ruling Fujiwara family. At no time had he refused to make sacrifices in his service – risking his life and limb and the lives of his family and people. And, invariably, his loyalty had been rewarded by new demands or punishments. And now someone was trying to pin a murder on him.
Enough was enough.
Notwithstanding Kobe’s gentle hint to stay away from the Kiyowara case, he could not wait for others to clear his name.
What Kobe had implied – without saying it in so many words – was that any effort Akitada made to clear himself of the suspicion would make things worse. If the chancellor himself was behind the demotion, Akitada might clear his name, but he would lose everything by interfering.
Perhaps he would have to take his family and seek modest employment in a provincial administration. His friend Kosehira would surely let him serve as his secretary or as a district prefect in his province.
He knew that no official had ever managed to return from such disciplinary dismissal to a career in the capital. He was taking an enormous risk, but if he did nothing, he would also be lost. Kobe would try to help him, but Akitada did not think he would succeed.
He got up and dressed – soberly, to fit his mood. Then he went to tell Tamako of his decision and its likely outcome.
It was early, but he found her awake. She looked drawn and tired – and still much too flushed. He almost changed his mind, but she had as much to lose as he, and they were both concerned for the unborn child’s future.
‘Forgive me for troubling you,’ he said humbly. ‘I’m afraid I’ve made up my mind to take a step that may affect us all. As I seem to be under suspicion for Kiyowara’s murder, I will try to clear my name, but this, as Kobe tells me, may cost me my position and rank. We would have to give up this house and move to one of the provinces.’
He saw her tense and fold her arms protectively around her belly. ‘Forever?’ she asked with a little gasp.
He regretted his abruptness, but it was too late now. ‘It may not happen, but if it does… I can barely maintain this house at the best of times, and we shall need the funds I can raise on the sale to make a new life.’
‘It is your ancestral home, Akitada,’ she protested, her voice breaking. ‘It has been in your family since Heian-kyo was founded. Oh, Akitada!’
He flushed with shame. ‘I know you’re disappointed in me – not perhaps on your account, but on behalf of our unborn son. I can only say how very sorry I am. I have tried, Tamako, but I cannot fight against the determination of those in power. The best I can do is to protect my family by removing them from danger and poverty.’ He put his face in his hands. ‘I’ve failed to protect you once before and lost my son. Even if I lose my position, I shall at least not fail to protect you again.’
She said nothing.
He lowered his hands. When their eyes met, he saw tears in hers.
‘Thank you,’ she said, ‘but I wonder if you understood my concern. It isn’t for myself or our unborn children that I protest, but for you. It isn’t like you to give up so easily. This house is a symbol of Sugawara persistence. Don’t sell it. We shall find a way to keep it, even if we must go wherever fate takes us. Only, can it wait until this child is born?’
Of course. I never… You did not think we were to leave immediately?’
She chuckled weakly. ‘You came with such a fierce look on your face that I thought you wanted me to start packing at once.’
Relief washed over him. ‘But the rest… You would not mind my losing both position and rank? I doubt I shall ever be able to regain them after this.’
‘I’m your wife,’ she said firmly. ‘Have I ever given you cause to doubt my loyalty?’
‘No. Never.’ He had doubted her in the past, but he had been wrong. It had been he who had been disloyal to her. Ashamed, he took her hand and held it to his heart. ‘I shall try to be a better husband,’ he said, then left quickly.
He went to see Nakatoshi first. Nakatoshi had been his clerk when he had run the Ministry of Justice for the absent Soga. Meanwhile, the able Nakatoshi had been promoted and transferred. He was the only man he knew who would help him in this undertaking and be discreet about it.
He found the young man in an office in the Ministry of Ceremonial. He sat behind a very neat desk, dictating a letter to a scribe. His fortunes had changed quickly: he was now a junior-grade secretary in the Bureau of Ranks.
Dismissing the scribe, Nakatoshi rose and greeted Akitada with effusive pleasure.
‘I’m impressed,’ said Akitada, when seated, looking around the fine room. ‘You’ve done well for yourself. But no one deserves it more, and I expect you’ll rise quickly now.’
Nakatoshi made a face. ‘The fact is that I miss working in the Ministry of Justice. This is all pretty dull stuff. But one must consider the welfare of one’s family. I’m married now, and we’re looking forward to a child.’ He blushed a little with pride. ‘It’s wonderful that you stopped by and I could share my news with you.’
Akitada felt guilty that he had not looked in on Nakatoshi before, all the more so because he now wanted a favor. He said, ‘My heartiest congratulations. We also – my wife and I – are expecting. Any day, in fact.’
Nakatoshi’s face broke into a huge smile. ‘Oh, excellent news, sir. I’m so very glad. I’m sure you’re particularly looking forward to this child. After the tragedy of last year, you’ll finally enjoy the happiness of being a father again.’
Happiness? Akitada was acutely aware of not being happy. The impending birth had raised all his fears of death again – Tamako’s and the child’s this time. And if Tamako survived the birth, children were so frail. Most did not grow to adulthood. The joys of raising another small son like Yori were doubly cruel if that son was also taken away.
‘Is anything wrong, sir?’ Nakatoshi asked, eyeing him nervously.
Akitada did not want to speak of his private terror and plunged instead into the murder of Kiyowara Kane and of his having become a suspect in the case.
Nakatoshi barely let him finish. ‘But that’s absurd,’ he burst out. ‘Anyone who knows you, knows that. Besides, you had never met the man, had you?’
‘No, but I was very angry that he, a stranger, should speak against me. I’m still angry, only now I can see that I must not let my enemies use their tricks against me again. I’ve been warned away from the case by Superintendent Kobe, but I think doing nothing is worse. I’ve come to you for some information about Kiyowara’s family and his friends and associates. Someone must have had a strong motive for the murder.’
Nakatoshi nodded eagerly. ‘The accusation is ridiculous, but you see, already my life becomes exciting again.’ He had such a look of fervor on his face that Akitada felt uncomfortable. ‘Thank you for your trust, sir,’ he said. ‘I shall not disappoint you. Allow me to take a part in the investigation – however small.’
Akitada was dismayed. Any active participation was likely to ruin Nakatoshi’s promising career because he would be working against a powerful Fujiwara faction. Akitada’s enemies – and Akitada now counted the chancellor among them – would not think twice before destroying Nakatoshi, who, though talented and hard-working, did not
