“Why couldn’t you leave us alone?” She pummeled him with the scroll container. Yanagisawa grabbed her wrists. She dropped the container and broke down sobbing. “We were all right until you came. Now my son is going to die!”
Alarmed, Yanagisawa demanded, “What are you talking about? What’s happened?”
Someko sagged to her knees. She pointed at the scroll container that lay on the snow-glazed ground. “That!”
Yanagisawa picked up the black lacquer container, opened it, and unfurled a scroll. The guard shone the lantern on the columns of elegant black calligraphy and the shogun’s signature seal at the bottom. Yanagisawa read aloud,
Yanagisawa Yoshisato, you are accused of plotting to assassinate His Excellency the Shogun. You are hereby ordered to stand trial for treason. A special tribunal has been created, which will conduct your trial the day after tomorrow. Troops will be sent to escort you to the trial. If you attempt to flee, you will be hunted and killed on sight.
Shock stunned Yanagisawa. “When did this come?”
“This evening.” Someko shot to her feet and focused her streaming, furious eyes on him. “I don’t know what you did, but you must have done something. Nobody ever bothered about Yoshisato before.”
Yanagisawa knew. He’d made his reappearance at court; he’d drawn attention to his sons by visiting them. There must be spies in their house. Fury boiled up in him as he realized who was responsible for everything in this document.
“Now he’s going to be convicted of treason!” Someko shrilled. Virtually all trials ended in conviction. “He’s going to die!” And treason was a capital offense. “Damn you to hell!”
Yanagisawa smelled Ienobu all over this. Ienobu was ruthless enough to eliminate Yoshisato before Yanagisawa could use him as a political tool. Ienobu had trumped up the treason charge, had created the tribunal, had connived for the shogun’s approval. Ienobu also wanted revenge on Yanagisawa for insulting him this morning.
“Damn the bastard!” Yanagisawa crumpled the document and hurled it to the ground. He wasn’t upset only on his own account. Against his will, he’d begun to care about his hostile, angry son.
“Oh, so your enemies are attacking you through Yoshisato.” Always clever, Someko comprehended the situation. She let loose a spate of mocking laughter. “Look at you! Your flesh and blood is about to be condemned as a traitor, and you’ll go down with him.” Close associates of a traitor shared his punishment. That was the law. “And all you can do is lose your temper like a little boy!”
“Shut up!” Yanagisawa couldn’t bear for her to rub his frustration in his face.
“But I’m right, aren’t I?” Her mockery dissolved into more tears. “Yoshisato will be put to death, and there’s nothing you can do to save him.”
“No!” Yanagisawa spoke with all the force of his refusal to admit defeat. “There is.”
“Merciful gods, what?” Someko said, hopeful and pleading now. “How can you save Yoshisato?”
Yanagisawa’s mind never worked faster or better than when he was threatened. Inspiration struck now. “I have a plan. But it depends on Yoshisato. He would have to work with me.”
Someko’s face crumpled in despair. “He doesn’t even want to see you. I begged him to come with me, to ask for your protection, but he refused. He says he can take care of himself.”
Incredulous, Yanagisawa said, “How does he think he’s going to do that?”
“He says he’ll convince the tribunal that he’s innocent.”
Yanagisawa combined a laugh with a groan. The tribunal’s verdict was already decided; nothing Yoshisato said would change it. “I’ll make him see reason.”
30
Wind blew ash and litter through the deserted streets outside the temporary Edo Jail. Dogs scrounged in garbage piles that had accumulated along the wall. Dozing sentries crouched at the gate. The jail was quiet, except for occasional moans from prisoners.
The sound of hoofbeats startled the sentries awake. They sprang up to face two mounted samurai. One of these said, “We’re here to fetch a prisoner named Korin.”
“What for?” asked a sentry.
“Who are you?” asked the other.
The two samurai wore helmets with visors shading their eyes and face guards covering their noses and mouths. The Tokugawa crest was painted on the breastplates of their armor tunics. The spokesman said, “We have orders from the shogun.”
The sentries looked at each other; they shrugged. One opened the gate. The other said, “I’ll help you find your man.”
Inside the prison, Korin lay curled up alone in his tent. He drowsed, glad to be alive. His tent mates had been taken away and executed; three other men had died of illness today. He could hear more prisoners tossing and groaning. Korin grinned, thinking that once again he’d dodged misfortune. His mother used to tell him he must have done something good in a past life, because he didn’t deserve to be so lucky. As a boy, he’d been in one scrape after another and always got away unharmed. He’d shoplifted from market stalls, been chased by the police, and managed to escape. When he’d worked as a tout for the brothels, he’d overcharged the customers and pocketed the difference without his employers ever knowing. He’d cheated at cards many times before he’d gotten caught. Chances were, he would get out of his present trouble, too.
Heavy footsteps stopped outside the tent. A rough voice called his name. “Get up!”
The voice belonged to one of the guards. Korin looked outside and saw two soldiers. The guard said to them, “He’s all yours.”
The soldiers beckoned him. Korin knew there was only one place they could be taking him-the execution ground. Fear stabbed his heart. “No!” he cried, shrinking from them. “Please!”
They hauled him out of the tent as he struggled. “I promise I’ll never cheat anybody again! I swear!” The soldiers forced him to walk through the prison yard. “Help!” he shrieked. “Don’t let them take me!” Wild with terror, he thrashed. The men twisted his arms. Faces peered out of tents; patrolling guards paused to watch; no one came to Korin’s aid. His undeserved good luck had run out. Now he would pay for all his sins.
He would join Madam Usugumo in the special hell reserved for criminals, where they both belonged.
As the soldiers propelled him along, one whispered in his ear: “We’re rescuing you. If you want to live, then come peacefully.”
Surprise choked off Korin’s screams. He looked up at the soldier. “What?”
“No questions,” hissed the soldier. “Just be patient.”
Korin ceased resisting. His cocky grin returned. He didn’t care who these men were or why they would bother to break a lowly crook like him out of jail. He couldn’t afford to wonder where they were taking him or what would happen to him there. Now he wouldn’t have his head cut off for cheating at cards. Now Chamberlain Sano couldn’t put the blame for Madam Usugumo’s murder on him. His miraculous luck was still holding!
Fairly dancing out the gate with his escorts, Korin called over his shoulder, “Good-bye, you poor fools!”
“Yoshisato?” Someko called. “I’ve brought your father.”
She and Yanagisawa stood in the corridor outside their son’s room. No answer came through the paper-and- lattice wall, but Someko said, “He’s there. Go in.”
Braced for another rejection, Yanagisawa entered the chamber, shut the door behind him, and faced Yoshisato. The young man stood in the center of the floor. He had the awkward stance of someone who’d risen too hastily. He looked shocked.
“I didn’t think you would come,” he said.
Yanagisawa detected gratitude in his son’s voice. That gave him hope. “Of course I came. As soon as I heard about the order you received.”
“Why did you?”
