The Masuda Affair
I. J. Parker
CHARACTERS
(Japanese family names precede first names)
MAIN CHARACTERS:
Sugawara Akitada senior secretary in the Ministry of Justice
Tamako his wife
Seimei an aged family retainer of the Sugawaras
Tora another retainer – young and of a romantic disposition
Genba a third retainer, middle-aged and with a love for food
Kobe superintendent of police
CHARACTERS INVOLVED IN THE CASES IN OTSU:
Lord Masuda an old and wealthy nobleman
Masuda Tadayori his dead son
Lady Masuda his daughter-in-law; first lady of his late son
Lady Kohime his other daughter-in-law; second lady of his late son two little girls
Kohime’s daughters
Mrs Ishikawa their nurse
Ishikawa her son, steward to Lord Sadanori
Peony late courtesan kept by Masuda Tadayori
Little Abbess her maid
Mrs Yozaemon a poor widow in Otsu
Manjiro her teenage son
Nakano a judge
Takechi a warden the Mimuras a fisherman and his wife the deaf-mute boy Dr Inabe (also, a cat) the Mimuras’ alleged son a physician
CHARACTERS INVOLVED IN THE CASE IN THE CAPITAL:
Fujiwara Sadanori a powerful nobleman and relative of the chancellor
Lady Saisho his mother
Seijiro her servant
Hanae a pretty dancer from the amusement quarter
Ohiya her dancing master
Mrs Hamada her nosy neighbor an elusive monk and assorted prostitutes (also, a shaggy dog)
ONE
He was on his homeward journey when he found the boy. At the time, caught in the depth of hopelessness and grief, he did not understand the significance of their meeting.
Sugawara Akitada, a member of the privileged class and moderately successful in the service of the emperor, was barely in the middle of his life and already sick of it. He used to counter hardship, humiliation, and even imminent death, with courage, and he had drawn fresh zest for new obstacles from his achievements, but when his young son had died during that spring’s smallpox epidemic, he found no solace. He went through the motions of daily life as if he were no part of them, as if the man he once was had departed with the smoke from his son’s funeral pyre, leaving behind an empty shell inhabited by a stranger.
The poets called it the ‘darkness of the heart’, this inconsolable grief a parent feels after the death of a child, a despair of life that clouds the mind and makes a torment of day-to-day existence.
Having completed an assignment in Hikone two days earlier, Akitada rode along the southern shore of Lake Biwa in a steady drizzle. The air was saturated with moisture, his clothes clung uncomfortably, and both rider and horse were sore from the wooden saddle. This was the fifteenth day of the watery month, in the rainy season. The road had long since become a muddy track where puddles hid deep pits in which a horse could break its leg. It became clear that he could not reach his home in the capital, but would have to spend the night in Otsu.
In Otsu, wives or parents would bid farewell, perhaps forever, to their husbands or sons when they left the capital to begin their service in distant provinces. Akitada himself had felt the uncertainty of life on such occasions. But those days seemed in a distant past now. He cared little what lay ahead, and his wife cared little about him.
Near dusk he passed through a dense forest. Darkness closed in, falling with the misting rain from the branches above and creeping from the dank shadows of the woods. When he could no longer see the road clearly, he dismounted. Leading his tired horse, he trudged onward in squelching boots and sodden straw rain cape and thought of death.
He was still in the forest when a child’s whimpering roused him from his grief. He stopped and called out, but there was no answer, and all was still again except for the dripping rain. He was almost certain the sound had been human, but the eeriness of a child’s pitiful weeping in this lonely, dark place on his lonely, dark journey seemed too cruel a coincidence. This was the first night of the three day O-bon festival, the night when the spirits of the dead return to their homes for a visit before departing for another year.
If his own son’s soul was seeking its way home, Yori would not find his father there. Would he cry for him from the darkness? Akitada shivered and shook off his sick fancies. Such superstitions were for simpler, more trusting minds. How far was Otsu?
Then he heard it again.
‘Who is that? Come out where I can see you!’ he bellowed angrily into the darkness. His horse twitched its ears and shook its head.
Something pale detached itself from one of the tree trunks and crept closer. A small boy. He caught his breath and called out, ‘Yori?’
Foolishness! This was no ghost. It was a ragged child with huge frightened eyes in a pale face, a boy nothing at all like Yori. Yori had been handsome, well-nourished, and sturdy. This boy in his filthy, torn shirt had sticks for arms and legs. He looked permanently hungry, a living ghost.
‘Are you lost, child?’ asked Akitada, more gently, wishing he had food in his saddlebags. The boy remained silent and kept his distance.
‘What is your name?’
No answer.
‘Where do you live?’
Silence.
The child probably knew his way around these woods better than Akitada. With a farewell wave, Akitada resumed his journey. The rain stopped, and soon the trees thinned and the darkness receded slightly. Grey dusk filtered through the branches, and ahead lay a paler sliver which was the lake and – thank heaven – the many small
