“Young master…?”
Kushida stuck out his foot. Yohei tripped over it and sprawled on the floor. “What-?!”
In the space of a blink, Kushida leapt over Yohei and into the corridor. “No, young master!” he heard his friend shout. The guard sat against the wall, spear in hand. Hearing the commotion, he stirred. Kushida swung the go board. With the sickening thump of solid wood and ivory against bone, it slammed against the guard’s head; he fell unconscious. Kushida flung aside the board, plucked the spear out of the guard’s limp hand, then ran down the corridor.
“Please come back, young master!” Yohei called, hobbling after him. “You’ll never get away. The yashiki is surrounded. The soldiers will kill you!”
Doors screeched open and cries arose as the noise awakened the household. Troops appeared and began chasing Kushida. “The prisoner is loose!” they cried. “Catch him!”
Legs pumping furiously, Kushida raced for the back door. He glanced over his shoulder and saw two soldiers gaining on him. Pulling the container of go pieces out of his kimono, he tossed it into the soldiers’ path. The container hit the floor and the lid popped off, scattering pebbles. Amid surprised yelps, the soldiers slipped, then crashed to the floor.
Kushida flung open the door and burst out into the lantern-lit courtyard, startling two sentries. Wielding his stolen spear with deadly efficiency, Kushida struck their heads with its shaft. They crumpled to the ground. More soldiers leapt off the roof to join the battle, but Kushida was already through the gate. Two slashes of his spear wounded the guards stationed outside. Patrolling troops rushed to the rescue; archers fired arrows. Running for his life, his love, and his honor, Kushida fled into the night.
27
We observed all the correct procedures for house arrest, but the old man let him out,” said the commander who had summoned Sano to the Kushida estate. “None of this is our fault.”
He gestured angrily around the torch-lit courtyard. There lay four men wounded by Lieutenant Kushida during his escape. Kushida’s parents and a few retainers huddled on the veranda of the house, a modest one-story building with half-timbered walls and barred windows. From outside in the street, curious spectators peered through the bamboo thicket.
Sano had been awakened by the arrival of the messenger who had delivered the bad news. Now he stood in the chilly courtyard with Hirata as troops milled around, spectators chattered, and the first azure luminescence of dawn paled the sky. Inwardly he berated himself for losing a suspect. He should have recognized Lieutenant Kushida as an escape risk and denied him the privileges of rank, placing him in Edo Jail instead of under house arrest. Though Sano considered Lady Keisho-in the more likely murderer of Harume, he still didn’t believe that the lieutenant had told the complete truth about either his relationship with Harume or his reasons for breaking into Sano’s estate. With difficulty, Sano resisted the temptation to vent his anger at himself on the troops for letting a single man overcome them.
“Let’s forget about blame for the moment and concentrate on capturing Lieutenant Kushida,” Sano said. “What’s been done so far?”
“Men are out searching the bancho, but they’ve sent back no word on Kushida yet. Unfortunately, he’s a fast runner.”
Kushida could be clear out of Edo by sunrise, Sano thought with a heavy heart. Yet he doubted that leaving town was the lieutenant’s whole motive for escaping. Why had he broken house arrest? The answer could be crucial to locating Kushida. Sano told the commander to continue the search. Then, motioning for Hirata to follow, he walked over to the Kushida family and introduced himself.
“Did your son say anything that might tell us why he escaped, or where he was going?” he asked the lieutenant’s father.
“I have not spoken to my son since he was suspended from his post.” The elder Kushida glared, his simian features set in hard lines. “And his most recent bad behavior did nothing to reconcile us.”
Now Sano could better understand Lieutenant Kushida’s obsessive passion for Harume: with such an unloving, unforgiving parent, he must have been starved for affection.
Kushida’s mother cast a frightened glance at her husband, then nodded toward an old samurai weeping by the door. “Yohei saw him last.”
This, then, was the faithful retainer whom Kushida had tricked into opening the cell door.
“Nothing that my young master said or did warned me that he meant to escape,” Yohei mourned. “I don’t know why he did it.”
Staggering forward, Yohei prostrated himself at Sano’s feet. “Oh, sosakan-sama, when you catch my young master, please don’t kill him! I’m the one who’s responsible for what happened tonight. Let me die in his place!”
“I won’t kill him,” Sano promised. He needed Kushida alive for further questioning. “And I won’t punish you if you’ll help me find him. Does he have any friends he might run to for help?”
“There’s his old sensei-Master Saigo. He’s retired now, and lives in Kanagawa.”
This village was the fourth station along the Tokaido highway, about half a day’s journey away. Sano bade farewell to the Kushida family. Then he and Hirata mounted their horses outside the gate.
“Dispatch messengers down the highway to warn the post station guards to be on the alert for Kushida,” Sano told Hirata. “But I’m not convinced he’ll leave town.”
“Nor am I,” Hirata said. “I’ll have the police circulate Kushida’s description around town and tell the neighborhood gate sentries to watch for him. Then…” Hirata sucked in a deep breath and blew it out. “Then I’ll meet Lady Ichiteru.”
They parted, and Sano headed back toward Edo Castle to launch troops on a citywide manhunt before attending the trial that Magistrate Ueda wanted him to see. Whether or not Kushida had killed Lady Harume, he was a danger to the citizens. Sano felt responsible for his capture, and any crimes the lieutenant might commit before then.
The trial was already in progress by the time Sano arrived at the Court of Justice. He slipped quietly into the long, dim hall. Magistrate Ueda occupied the dais, his somber face illuminated by lamps on the desk before him, with a secretary on either side. He caught Sano’s eye and nodded a greeting. The female defendant wore a muslin shift. Wrists and ankles bound, she knelt before the dais on a straw mat on the shirasu. A small audience knelt in rows in the center of the room.
While a secretary read the date, time, and the names of the presiding officials into the court record, Sano recalled how Reiko had told him about observing proceedings in this court during her youth. He wondered if she was here now, watching from some hidden vantage point, still defying him. Would they ever come together as true husband and wife? Why had her father wanted him to witness this trial?
Then the secretary announced, “The defendant, Mariko of Kyobashi, is charged with the murder of her husband, Nakano the sandal maker. This court shall now hear the evidence. I call the first witness: her mother-in-law.
As the defendant wept, an old woman rose from the audience. Hobbling up to the dais, she knelt, bowed to Magistrate Ueda, then said, “Two days ago, my son suddenly became ill after our evening meal. He gasped and coughed and said he couldn’t breathe. He went to the window for some air, but he was so dizzy that he fell on the floor. Then he began vomiting-at first the food he’d eaten, then blood. I tried to help, but he thought I was a witch who wanted to kill him. I, his own mother!”
The old woman’s voice cracked in anguish. “He began thrashing and screaming. I hurried out and fetched a doctor. When we got back to the house just a few moments later, my poor son was lying dead. He was as stiff as that pillar.”
Excitement eased the weight of Sano’s worry and fatigue. The sandal maker had died of the same symptoms as Lady Harume! Now Sano understood why Magistrate Ueda had summoned him.
“Mariko cooks and serves all our meals,” the witness said, glaring at the defendant. “She was the only person to handle my son’s bowl before he ate. She must have poisoned him. They never got along. At night she refused to
