Beauty has turned to ashes-
I stand alone in the cold, cold night,
Waiting for love to come again.”
He aimed a suggestive look at Reiko, who could barely conceal her revulsion. The daimyo was twisting the moon-viewing ritual to serve his own purpose, issuing a blatant invitation for her to replace the lover he’d killed.
“A brilliant poem,” Lady Miyagi said, although her praise sounded forced. Her eyes burned feverishly bright.
Ignoring Lord Miyagi’s innuendo, Reiko seized upon the tiny opening his verse offered. “Speaking of cold weather, yesterday I went to Zojo Temple and almost froze. Did you go outside, too?”
“We both spent the entire day at home alone indoors together,” Lady Miyagi answered.
That she should give her husband an alibi for the time of Choyei’s murder didn’t surprise Reiko. However, Lord Miyagi said, “I did go out for a while. When I came in, you weren’t there.” He added peevishly, “You’d gone and left me all alone. It was ages before you returned.”
“Oh, but you’re mistaken, Cousin.” A warning note sharpened Lady Miyagi’s voice. “I was attending to some business in the servants’ quarters. If you’d looked harder, you would have found me. I never left the house.”
Reiko concealed her delight. If the daimyo was stupid enough to break his own alibi, then coaxing a confession from him should be easy.
From the food table, Reiko selected a radish pickle and took a bite. The acrid morsel filled her mouth with saliva; imagining poison, she almost retched as she swallowed. “This is delicious. And think of how far it must have traveled to reach this table! When I was young, my nurse took me to see the vegetable barges at Daikon Quay. It’s a very interesting place. Have you ever been there?”
Lady Miyagi cut in brusquely. “I am sorry to say that neither of us has ever had that pleasure.”
The daimyo had opened his mouth to speak, but she silenced him with a glance. He looked confused, then shrugged. It was obvious he’d been to Daikon Quay. Certain that he’d stabbed Choyei, Reiko hid a smile.
“Why don’t you try a poem now?” Lady Miyagi said to her.
Such pitiful attempts to prevent her husband from making incriminating remarks that the shogun’s sosakan- sama might eventually hear! Reiko turned a classic theme to her advantage. She wrote a few characters and read:
“The moon that shines on this pavilion
Also shines on Asakusa Kannon Temple.”
Before she could continue questioning Lord Miyagi, the daimyo, inspired by her verse, recited:
“In the night, a worm secretly bores an apple,
A caged bird sings out in ecstasy,
The moonlight’s milky celestial fluid streams
down through my hands.
But in the graveyard, all is still and lifeless.”
His crude sexual symbolism and morbid obsession with death appalled Reiko. Inwardly recoiling from Lord Miyagi, she said, “Asakusa is one of my favorite places, especially on Forty-six Thousand Day. Did you go this year?’’
“The crowds are too much for us,” Lady Miyagi said. Though the constant interference annoyed Reiko, she was grateful for Lady Miyagi’s company, because surely the daimyo wouldn’t hurt her in the presence of his wife. “We never go to Asakusa on major holy days.”
“But we made an exception this year-don’t you remember?” Lord Miyagi said. “I was having pains in my bones, and you thought that the healing smoke from the incense vat in front of Kannon Temple would help.” He chuckled. “Really, you’re becoming very forgetful, Cousin.”
Thrilled that he’d placed himself in Asakusa on the day of the dagger attack on Lady Harume, Reiko sought to establish his presence in Harume’s vicinity. “The Chinese lantern plants in the marketplace were splendid. Did you see them?”
“Alas, my health did not allow me the pleasure,” the daimyo said. “I rested in the temple garden, leaving my wife to enjoy the sights alone.”
With obvious annoyance, Lady Miyagi said, “We are straying from the purpose of our trip.” She turned her brush around and around in trembling fingers; her musky odor grew stronger, as if increased by the heat of her body. “Let’s compose another poem. I’ll begin this time.”
“I shall let the brilliance of the full moon
Cleanse my spirit of evil!”
The sky had darkened, immersing the city in night; stars glittered like gems floating in the moon’s diffuse radiance. Inspired by a myth about two constellations that cross once a year in autumn, Reiko dashed off a verse:
“Behind the veil of moonlight,
On the River of Heaven,
The Herd Boy and Weaver Girl meet.”
Lord Miyagi said:
“As the lovers embrace,
I rave at the sight of their forbidden rapture,
Then they part, and he continues on his journey-
Leaving her alone to face my censure.”
The cold hand of fear closed over Reiko’s heart as she considered the significance of his words. Surely she was sitting beside a murderer who acted out the evil fantasies implied. “Forbidden love is very romantic,” she said. “Your poem reminds me of a rumor I heard about Lady Harume.”
“ Edo Castle is full of rumors,” Lady Miyagi said acerbically, “and too few of them true.”
Lord Miyagi ignored her. “What did you hear?”
“Harume was meeting a man at an Asakusa inn.” Seeing a flash of concern in his moist eyes, Reiko kept her expression innocent. “How daring of her to do such a thing.”
“Yes…” As if talking to himself, the daimyo murmured, “Lovers in such a situation risk dire consequences. How fortunate for him that the danger has passed.”
Reiko could hardly contain her excitement. “Do you think Harume’s lover killed her to keep the affair a secret? I also heard that Harume began a second romance,” she improvised, wondering whether Sano had traced the mystery lover and wishing he could see how well her interrogation was going. “She was really pushing her luck, don’t you think?” Did you watch them, Lord Miyagi? Reiko longed to ask outright. Were you jealous? Is that why you poisoned her?
Lady Miyagi burst out, “What difference does it make what Harume did, now that she’s dead? Really, I find this subject very repugnant.”
“It’s only natural to take an interest in one’s acquaintances,” Lord Miyagi said mildly.
“I wasn’t aware you knew Harume,” lied Reiko. “Tell me, what did you think of her?”
The daimyo’s eyes blurred with reminiscence. “She-”
“Cousin.” Glaring, Lady Miyagi spoke through clenched teeth.
The daimyo seemed to realize the folly of speaking about his murdered paramour. “It’s all in the past. Harume is dead.” His oily gaze slid over Reiko. “While you and I are alive.”
“This morning you said Harume flirted with danger and invited killing,” Reiko persisted, intent on concluding her case against Lord Miyagi. She had his statement placing him at a crime scene; she needed his confession. “Were you the one who gave her what she deserved?”
Even as Reiko spoke, she knew she’d gone too far. Seeing Lord Miyagi’s nonplussed expression, she hoped that he was too dense to realize she’d virtually accused him of murder. Then Lady Miyagi seized her wrist. Gasping in surprise, Reiko turned to her hostess.
“You didn’t really come here to view the moon, did you?” Lady Miyagi said. “You befriended us so you could spy for the sosakan-sama. You’re trying to pin Harume’s murder on my husband. You want to destroy us!”
Her face had undergone a startling transformation. Above blazing eyes, frown lines cut deep slants into her brow. Her nostrils flared; a snarl bared her black teeth. Reiko stared in astonishment. It was like the pivotal
