I should never have let Reiko go anywhere near the Miyagi!” Sano shouted over the pounding of his horse’s hooves.
“But there was no way you could have foreseen this happening,” Hirata shouted back.
They were galloping up a winding road into the hills. Burning lanterns swayed on poles attached to their horses’ saddles. Their shadows flew over the packed earth. Stone embankments and dark forest blurred past on their left; to the right, lower hills cascaded down to the city, now invisible except for specks of brightness at Edo Castle, neighborhood gates, and along the river. His voice jarred by the gait of his horse, Sano called to Hirata, “I should have gone home to see Reiko after leaving Asakusa, instead of heading straight for the eta settlement. Then I could have prevented her from going on the moon-viewing trip.”
“But if you hadn’t seen Danzaemon, you wouldn’t have known that it was a woman who threw the dagger at Harume.” Hirata’s words echoed across the night. “And I wouldn’t have made the connection between the Rat and Lady Miyagi. We wouldn’t have found the dead concubines. We would have thought it was safe for Reiko to go to the villa.”
Cold wind tore at Sano’s cloak; oily smoke from the lanterns filled his lungs. The full moon followed them like a malevolent, gloating eye. “I wouldn’t have let her go alone,” said Sano, refusing comfort as if it would only make him feel better at Reiko’s expense. “I’d be with her now.”
“They don’t know she’s working for you,” Hirata said. “She’ll be all right.”
“If we don’t get there in time, I’ll kill myself.” Sano couldn’t bear the thought of life without Reiko. How he wished he’d stuck to his original position, even if it meant imprisoning her at home and alienating her forever. At least she would have been safe. “I never should have agreed to let her help with the investigation!”
His rash decision, made at a moment when love had impaired his judgment, could destroy Reiko. She was brave and smart, but also inexperienced and impulsive; it was his responsibility to protect her, and he’d failed. Forging ahead, Sano steered his horse into a narrow cut that angled off the main road. Before leaving town, he’d forced the Miyagi guards to give him directions to the summer villa. Hirata had sent a message summoning detectives to help, but they couldn’t afford to wait for reinforcements.
The trail grew steeper and narrower until they had to dismount, leading their horses between endless borders of tall trees. The scent of pine and dead leaves saturated the air. Traveling within the pool of light from the lanterns, Sano had a nightmarish sense of climbing and climbing just to remain in the same place. His muscles strained; his chest tightened with his labored breathing. Was Reiko all right? How much farther to the villa?
A crunching noise moved through the forest nearby. From behind Sano, Hirata called, “What was that?”
“We must have frightened some animal,” Sano said, intent on reaching his destination. “Never mind. Hurry.”
Finally they reached a level clearing, where the villa loomed dark and silent. In front of the stable stood two empty palanquins, one of which Sano identified as his own. “Hello!” he called. “Anyone here?”
Taking the lanterns and leaving their horses, Sano and Hirata entered the villa through the unlocked door. Weapons hung in racks on the wall of the entryway. Recognizing two sets of swords, Sano rushed into the drafty corridor, shouting, “Ota! Fujisawa! Where are you? Reiko!”
No answer came, though Sano felt her presence, not far away. On the right yawned a cavernous kitchen. “There’s smoke coming from the stove,” Hirata said. “They must be around somewhere.”
Then Sano heard a low, raspy hum that rose in pitch and ended in a sigh. The sound repeated, emanating from a room beyond the kitchen. Sano burst through the door.
Twelve men lay sprawled on the floor amid trays of half-eaten food. Sano recognized Reiko’s escorts, and his two detectives. Ota snored- the noise Sano had heard.
“They’re asleep,” Hirata said.
Sano shook Detective Ota. “Wake up! Where’s Reiko?”
Ota groaned and slept on. “They’re all drunk,” Hirata said in disgust.
Then Sano caught a whiff of Detective Ota’s breath. Instead of liquor he smelled a peculiar sweetness, like spoiled apricots. He grabbed Ota’s cup and sniffed. A trace of the odor lingered there. “It must be sleeping potion.” His fears for Reiko coalesced into the awful certainty that Lady Miyagi planned to kill her. Why else disable the men? “Come on, we’ll search the house.”
They did, and found no one.
“Lord and Lady Miyagi must have taken Reiko outside to view the moon,” Sano said, running out the back door.
The garden was deserted, but on top of the forested slope, the moonlight silhouetted a small building against the night sky. A light glowed within this. “They’re up there,” Sano said.
Carrying the lanterns, he and Hirata plunged into the woods, toiling up an elusive, overgrown path. They thrashed through low boughs, slid on pine needles and fallen leaves, clambered over rocks and fallen branches.
“I think someone’s following us,” Hirata said.
Sano ignored the warning. Breathless, he emerged from the forest and saw, above him on the grassy hilltop, a pavilion with a thatched roof. A lantern glowed behind lattice walls. Voices came from beyond the pavilion, where land met a great expanse of star-studded sky.
“Please, Cousin. Killing her will only make things worse.” It was Lord Miyagi, his voice ragged with despair.
“We have no choice,” Lady Miyagi said.
As Sano and Hirata staggered the remaining short distance up the incline, Lord Miyagi began to sob. “You can’t get away with this. And it won’t do for you to be executed for murder. How would I get along without you?”
“You couldn’t.” Bitter triumph rang in Lady Miyagi’s voice. “For thirty-three years I’ve served you, always fulfilling your wishes, protecting you from the consequences. I killed that girl from next door because she caught you spying on her in the privy when we invited her over. I was afraid she would make trouble, so I poisoned her tea. This is just one more thing I must do, so that no one ever separates us.”
Then Lady Miyagi had committed the unsolved murder that Magistrate Ueda had mentioned. Even as fear licked at Sano’s heart, wild hope surged within him. It sounded as if Reiko was still alive. Panting, he rounded the pavilion and skidded to a stop. His lantern shone upon three figures, defining them in flickering highlights and deep shadow. Lord Miyagi knelt on the path, which bordered a precipice and ended at a sheer drop into a dark abyss. From far below this came the rush of water. Some ten paces away, Lady Miyagi stood near the edge, holding Reiko by the hair. Wind swirled their brilliant robes.
“Reiko!” cried Sano.
The daimyo turned a tear-stained face to Sano. Lady Miyagi spun around. She held a dagger to Reiko’s throat. Reiko’s face was a mask of terror. When she saw Sano, gladness filled her eyes. She started to speak, but Lady Miyagi jabbed her with the tip of the blade, rasping, “Quiet!”
“Drop the dagger,” Sano ordered Lady Miyagi, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. Dread assailed him. “You’re under arrest for the murders of Lady Harume and Choyei.” He guessed that Reiko must have somehow discovered the truth, provoking Lady Miyagi’s attack. “Killing my wife won’t help you.” Setting down his lantern, Sano beckoned. “Let her come to me.”
“Do as he says, Cousin,” begged Lord Miyagi.
The weapon wavered in Lady Miyagi’s unsteady hand, but she still gripped Reiko tightly. Desperation glazed her eyes. Her long hair whipped in the wind. Sano barely recognized the prim matron he’d met two days ago. Cheeks flushed, chin bloodstained, and teeth bared in a grotesque rictus, she looked like a madwoman. And Reiko’s life depended on his ability to reason with her.
“Sosakan-sama, my wife is not really a bad person,” said Lord Miyagi. “It’s Lady Harume who was evil. She was blackmailing me. My wife only wants to protect me.”
Sano said to Lady Miyagi, “If you let Reiko go, I’ll advise the shogun to take the special circumstances into account. I’ll recommend a lighter sentence.” His spirit recoiled from the thought of letting a murderer escape justice, but he would say anything, do anything, to save Reiko. “Just come away from the precipice, and let’s talk.”
Lady Miyagi didn’t move. Sano saw Reiko’s throat contract, heard her breathing accelerate, and saw the glassiness of her eyes. “Relax, Reiko,” he called, fearing she would die of terror. “You’re going to be fine.”
“Listen to the sosakan-sama,” Lord Miyagi beseeched his wife. “He can help us.”
