And Sano didn’t disappoint her. As she and Magistrate Ueda strolled the grounds of Kannei Temple with the go-between, Sano, and his mother, Reiko eyed Sano covertly. Tall and strong, with a proud, noble bearing, he was younger than any of her other suitors, and by far the handsomest. As formal custom dictated, they didn’t speak directly to each other, but intelligence shone in his eyes, echoed in his voice. Best of all, Reiko knew he was leading the hunt for the Bundori Killer, whose grisly murders had plunged Edo into terror. He wasn’t a lazy drunk who neglected duty for the revels of Yoshiwara. He delivered dangerous killers to justice. To Reiko, he seemed the embodiment of the warrior heroes she’d worshipped since childhood. She had a chance to share his exciting life. And when she looked at Sano, an unfamiliar, pleasurable warmth spread through her body. Marriage suddenly didn’t look so bad. As soon as they got home, Reiko told Magistrate Ueda to accept the proposal.
When the wedding date was set, however, Reiko’s doubts about marriage resurfaced. Her female relatives counseled her to obey and serve her husband; the gifts-kitchen utensils, sewing supplies, home furnishings- symbolized the domestic role she must assume. Her books and swords remained at the Ueda mansion. Hope had flared briefly at the wedding, inspired by the sight of Sano, as handsome as she remembered; but now Reiko feared that her life would be no different from any other married woman’s. Her husband was out on an important adventure; she was home. She had no reason to believe that his treatment of her would be different from any other man’s. Panic squeezed her lungs.
What had she done? Was it too late to escape?
O-sugi fetched a tray, which she set upon Reiko’s dressing table. Reiko saw the short bamboo brush, mirror, and ceramic basin; the two matching bowls, one containing water, the other a dark liquid. Her heart contracted.
“No!”
O-sugi sighed.”Reiko-chan, you know you must dye your teeth black. It’s the custom for a married woman, proof of her fidelity to her husband. Now come.” Gently but firmly she seated Reiko before the table.”The sooner over with, the better.”
With leaden reluctance, Reiko dipped the brush in the bowl and opened her mouth in an exaggerated grimace. When she painted the first stroke across her upper teeth, some of the black dye dripped onto her tongue. Her throat spasmed; saliva gushed into her mouth. The dye, composed of ink, iron filings, and plant extracts, was terribly bitter.
“Ugh!” Reiko spat into the basin.”How can anyone stand this?”
“They all do, and so will you. Twice a month, to maintain the color. Now continue, and be careful not to stain your lips or your kimono.”
Wincing and gagging, Reiko applied layer after layer of dye to her teeth. Finally she rinsed, spat, then held the mirror before her face. She viewed her reflection with dismay. The dead, black teeth contrasted sharply with the white face powder and red lip rouge, highlighting her skin’s every imperfection. With the tip of her tongue, Reiko touched her chipped incisor, a habit in times of strong emotion. At age twenty, she looked ancient-and ugly. Her days of study and martial arts practice were over; hope of romance withered. How could her husband want her for anything besides obedient servitude now?
Reiko choked down a sob, and saw O-sugi regarding her with sympathy. O-sugi had been married at fourteen to a middle-aged Nihonbashi shopkeeper who’d beaten her daily, until the neighbors complained that her cries disturbed them. The case had come before Magistrate Ueda, who sentenced the shopkeeper to a beating, granted O-sugi a divorce, and hired her as nurse to his infant daughter. O-sugi was the only mother Reiko had ever known. Now the bond between them strengthened with the poignant similarity in their situations: one rich, one poor, yet both prisoners of society, their fate dependent upon men.
O-sugi embraced Reiko, saying sadly, “My poor young lady. Life will be easier if you just accept it.” Then, in an effort to be cheerful, “After all this wedding excitement, you must be starving. How about some tea and buns-the pink kind, with sweet chestnut paste inside?” This was Reiko’s favorite treat.”I’ll bring them right away.”
The nurse limped out of the room: Her brutal husband had permanently crippled her left leg. Seeing this ignited angry determination inside Reiko. Then and there she refused to let marriage cripple her own body, or mind. She would not be imprisoned inside this house, talents and ambitions wasted. She would live!
Reiko rose and fetched a cloak from the wardrobe. Then she hurried to the front door, where Sano’s staff was unloading the wedding gifts.
“How may I serve you, Honorable Madam?” asked the chief manservant.
“I don’t need anything,” Reiko said.”I’m going out.”
The servant said haughtily, “A lady cannot just walk out of the castle alone. It’s against the law.”
He arranged an escort of maids and soldiers. He summoned a palanquin and six bearers and installed her inside the ornate, cushioned sedan chair. He gave the escort commander the official document that allowed Reiko passage in and out of the castle, then asked her, “Where shall I tell the sosakan-sama you’ve gone?”
Reiko was appalled. What could she do while hampered by a sixteen-person entourage that would undoubtedly report her every move to Sano and everyone else at Edo Castle? “To visit my father,” she said, accepting defeat.
Trapped in the palanquin, she rode through the castle’s winding stone passages, past guard towers and patrolling soldiers. The escort commander presented her pass at the security checkpoints; soldiers opened gates and let the procession continue downhill. Mounted samurai cantered past. Windows in the covered corridors that topped the walls offered brief glimpses of Edo’s rooftops, spread out on the plain below, and the fiery red-and-gold autumn foliage along the Sumida River. Against the distant western sky, Mount Fuji ’s ethereal white peak soared. Reiko saw it all through the small, narrow window of the palanquin. She sighed.
However, once outside the castle’s main gate and past the great walled estates of the daimyo, Reiko’s spirits rose. Here, in the administrative district, located in Hibiya, south of Edo Castle, the city’s high officials lived and worked in office-mansions. Here Reiko had enjoyed the childhood whose end she now regretted so keenly. But perhaps it wasn’t entirely lost.
At Magistrate Ueda’s estate, she alit from the palanquin. Leaving her entourage outside the wall among the strolling dignitaries and hurrying clerks, she approached the sentries stationed at the gate’s roofed portals.
“Good afternoon, Miss Reiko,” they greeted her.
“Is my father home?” she asked.
“Yes, but he’s hearing a case.”
Reiko wasn’t surprised that the conscientious magistrate had returned to work when the wedding banquet was canceled. In the courtyard she wove through a crowd of townspeople, police, and prisoners awaiting the magistrate’s attention, into the low, half-timbered building. She slipped past the administrative offices and shut herself up inside a chamber adjacent to the Court of Justice.
The room, once a closet, was barely big enough to hold its one tatami mat. With no windows, it was dim and stuffy, yet Reiko had spent some of her happiest hours here. One wall was made of woven lattice. Through the chinks, Reiko had a perfect view of the court. On the other side of the wall her father occupied the dais, wearing black judicial robes, his back to her, flanked by secretaries. Lanterns lit the long hall, where the defendant, his hands tied behind him, knelt on the shirasu, an area of floor directly before the dais, covered with white sand, symbol of truth. Police, witnesses, and the defendant’s family knelt in rows in the audience section; sentries guarded the doors.
Reiko knelt to watch the proceedings, as she’d done countless times before. Trials fascinated her. They showed a side of life that she could not experience firsthand. Magistrate Ueda had indulged her interest, letting her use this room. Reiko’s tongue touched her chipped tooth as she smiled in fond memory.
“What have you to say in your own defense, Moneylender Igarashi?” Magistrate Ueda asked the prisoner.
“Honorable Magistrate, I swear I did not kill my partner,” the defendant said with earnest sincerity.”We fought over the favors of the courtesan Hyacinth because we were drunk, but we settled our differences.” Tears ran down the defendant’s face.”I loved my partner like a brother. I don’t know who stabbed him.”
During discussions of cases, Reiko had impressed Magistrate Ueda with her insight; he’d come to value her judgment. Now she whispered through the lattice, “The moneylender is lying, Father. He’s still jealous of his partner. And now their whole fortune is his. Push him hard-he’ll break and confess.”
She’d often given her advice during trials this way, and Magistrate Ueda had often followed it, with good results, but now his shoulders stiffened; his head turned slightly. Instead of interrogating the defendant, Magistrate Ueda said, “This session will adjourn for a moment.” Rising, he left the courtroom.
