"Nowhere near it. You won't be able to prove I was."

"Have you ever used a spring-bow?"

Gizaemon's manner turned condescending. "If you want to know about the spring-bow, let me explain something to you. There's no trick to using a spring-bow. That's the whole point of it. You don't have to be a good shot. You just set it up, aim it in the right direction, and tie the string. You walk away and wait. Then-"

His fist socked his palm. "Anyone with a little strength and the slightest intelligence can score a hit. Even a woman."

14.

At the entrance to Lady Matsumae's chambers, the guard said to Reiko, "We'll be waiting right here. Don't try anything."

Reiko bowed her head meekly even though rebellion seethed in her. If she wanted to find Masahiro, she must lull the guards into trusting her, the better to escape again later.

Inside the chamber she found Lady Matsumae, her attendants, and the maid Lilac. Lady Matsumae knelt at a table spread with sheets of paper, a writing brush in her hand. The attendants mixed and poured out ink for her. Their actions had the solemn air of a religious ritual. Lilac fanned the coals in a brazier. She gave Reiko a furtive smile. The other women bowed politely.

"Good morning," Lady Matsumae said.

The few syllables conveyed that she was anything but happy to see Reiko again. Reiko saw that if she wanted information from Lady Matsumae, she had serious amends to make.

Kneeling and bowing, Reiko said, "I'm sorry about your daughter, I shouldn't have spoken so insensitively yesterday. Please accept my condolences."

"They are much appreciated." Lady Matsumae seemed to relent a little. "It was wrong of me to treat an honored guest so discourteously. Please forgive me."

In spite of this apology, Reiko felt a new aversion to Lady Matsumae. Now that she knew Lady Matsumae had lost a child, she didn't want to be near the woman. She had an irrational yet potent fear that Lady Matsumae's bad luck would rub off on herself. But she mustn't let Lady Matsumae sense her feelings.

"There's nothing to forgive," Reiko said, forcing compa.s.sion into her tone. "I understand."

"My daughter was my only child." Lady Matsumae inked her brush and drew lines on a page-practicing calligraphy, Reiko a.s.sumed. "She was only eight years old when she died."

Reiko sympathized with her need to speak of her daughter, but she didn't want to listen because she felt a terrible kinship with Lady Matsumae. There wasn't enough distance between a woman whose child was missing and a woman who'd lost hers forever. Reiko could imagine herself speaking similar words: Masahiro was my only son. He was only eight years old when he died. Masahiro was my only son. He was only eight years old when he died.

Lady Matsumae was watching Reiko, awaiting some response. Reiko had a nightmarish idea that their positions had reversed and it was she telling her story of tragedy to Lady Matsumae. She stammered, "May I ask your daughter's name?"

"n.o.buko." Lady Matsumae lingered on the word as if it were a spell that could resurrect the dead.

"She was such a beautiful little girl," said one of the ladies-in-waiting.

Yesterday Reiko hadn't paid them much attention and they'd seemed identical. She'd forgotten their names, but now she noticed that they were in fact very different in appearance. The one who'd spoken was as slender as a bamboo rod, intelligent of expression, her movements precise as she ground more ink for Lady Matsumae.

"And so good and charming," twittered the lady who mixed the ink with water. She had a rounded figure and a sweet, vacuous face like a pansy.

"n.o.buko was very accomplished," said the third. Sitting idle, nearest to Lady Matsumae, she had a strong, thick build and features. If she shaved her crown and wore a suit of armor, she could pa.s.s for a soldier.

"She played the samisen, wrote poetry, and embroidered. Her honorable mother brought her up as well as any young lady in Edo."

"It was nothing," Lady Matsumae murmured as she set aside her finished calligraphy and started a fresh page. "She was just an ordinary girl."

Despite this obligatory disclaimer, she smiled, her spirits lifted by the praise. Then she saddened again. "The climate in Ezogashima is very harsh on children. Last winter n.o.buko took ill. The fever and cough wouldn't go away. She lost all her appet.i.te." Lady Matsumae frowned over her writing. "Even though the physician did his best to cure her, it was no use. Soon she was too weak to get out of bed."

Each spurt of pain Lady Matsumae vented stabbed a bleeding wound in Reiko's heart. The political climate in Edo is very harsh on children. Last autumn, my husband's enemies kidnapped our son. We searched for him all over j.a.pan, but it was no use. The political climate in Edo is very harsh on children. Last autumn, my husband's enemies kidnapped our son. We searched for him all over j.a.pan, but it was no use. Reiko wanted to clap her hand over Lady Matsumae's mouth to stop the flow of disaster-bearing contagion. Reiko wanted to clap her hand over Lady Matsumae's mouth to stop the flow of disaster-bearing contagion.

"When spring came," Lady Matsumae said, "n.o.buko seemed to rally. The cough wasn't as bad. She ate; she grew stronger. But then-'

A long, peculiar hush fell upon Lady Matsumae. She trembled as if possessed by emotions that threatened to shatter her. She whispered, "I held n.o.buko in my arms as her spirit pa.s.sed from this world to the next. I said good-bye to her, and I prayed that we will be reunited when I die."

Her hand gripped the brush, which splattered ink droplets. Reiko felt as though it were her own blood staining the white paper. I held Masahiro's body in my arms, but I was too late to say good-bye. His spirit had already pa.s.sed from this world. May my death someday reunite us. I held Masahiro's body in my arms, but I was too late to say good-bye. His spirit had already pa.s.sed from this world. May my death someday reunite us. Reiko knew that thinking like this was bad luck, but she couldn't stop. Reiko knew that thinking like this was bad luck, but she couldn't stop.

Lady Matsumae scrawled on page after page, writing with manic intensity, then said to Lilac, "I'm ready."

Lilac removed the iron grating from atop the brazier. Lady Matsumae picked up a page and dropped it in.

You're burning your writing?" Reiko said, startled.

"It isn't writing."

Lady Matsumae held up the other pages for Reiko to see before feeding each one to the fire. They were rough, unskillfully drawn sketches-a kimono printed with flowers, a little house, a pair of sandals, a fan, and a baby doll. "Here are some things for you, my dearest," Lady Matsumae murmured. "Your mother loves you."

The fire curled and blackened the pages; smoke swirled heavenward. Lady Matsumae was following the age-old custom of sending gifts to the spirits of the dead. The elaborate miniature wooden models usually burned must not be available here. Reiko saw herself as an old woman, sending toy swords and horses to a son who'd never lived to grow up, whose death she'd never ceased mourning. She couldn't bear this conversation any longer. She had to change the subject, get the information she needed, then leave.

"There's something else I should beg your pardon for," she said. "Please excuse me for interfering between you and the Ezo woman yesterday." Although she didn't regret it, especially now that Wente was her friend, she pretended she did and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't understand."

Some of the initial hostility crept back into Lady Matsumae's expression. "And you think you do now?"

The temperature in the room seemed to drop below freezing. The ladies-in-waiting eyed Reiko with reproach. Lilac flashed Reiko a warning glance.

"Two days on Ezogashima, and already you are an expert," Lady Matsumae said disdainfully. "That's the same mistake outsiders always make. They believe they know about the ways of this place when they don't at all."

Her antagonism roused Reiko's own ire, like sparks from flint striking tinder. Lady Matsumae knew the pain of losing a child, yet wouldn't help another mother save hers. Dropping the social niceties, Reiko said, "What do you have against the Ezo concubines?"

"They're ugly and grotesque. Those horrible tattoos! And they re dirty." Lady Matsumae scoured her brush with a sponge. "They smell.

"They carry diseases," said the lady-in-waiting that Reiko thought of as Lady Smart. "My husband got one from his Ezo concubine. He gave it to me. That's why I'm barren."

"They're sorceresses," said Lady Pansy. "They cast evil spells that-"

The mannish Lady Soldier cleared her throat. Lady Pansy shut her mouth at once. She sneaked a frightened glance at Lady Matsumae. Reiko understood that Lady Pansy had trespa.s.sed on another sensitive area. Communication in Ezogashima was as fraught with pitfalls as a pond covered with thin ice.

"Now that you're in Ezogashima, you'd better watch out," Lady Soldier told Reiko. "If your man lies with a native girl, you could give birth to a monster."

"That's all you need to know about the Ezo," Lady Matsumae said crisply. "My advice to you is to stay far away from them."

Reiko felt a kind of abhorrence toward these women that she'd never felt before. Their hatred of the Ezo seemed different from ordinary prejudice against j.a.panese people from lower cla.s.ses. It was a blanket castigation of an entire race, based on dubious notions. Lady Matsumae's att.i.tude didn't endear her to Reiko, particularly in view of the fact that an Ezo woman had helped Reiko while Lady Matsumae had refused.

Emboldened by anger, Reiko deliberately raised the issue that she figured was the most sensitive of all. "I heard that an Ezo woman was recently murdered," she said. "Who was she?"

The ladies-in-waiting sucked air through their pursed lips. Lilac waggled her eyebrows at Reiko and mouthed, Not now! Not now!

"Tekare." Lady Matsumae spat the name as if it were bile. Lady Matsumae spat the name as if it were bile.

"Did you know her?" Reiko said.

"I could hardly not have known her." Lady Matsumae worked so hard to remove the ink from her brush that she frayed its hairs. "She was my husband's mistress." Her voice was as frosty as the Ezogashima winter. "He gave Tekare chambers next to mine. He treated her as if she was his wife. She thought she was the lady of this castle instead of me!"

"She did whatever she pleased," Lady Pansy said, eager to weigh in on this interesting topic now that it had been broached. "She had parties in her room, with the other Ezo women, late at night. When Lady Matsumae told her the noise was keeping her awake, she just laughed."

"Lord Matsumae gave Tekare lots of things, but it wasn't enough for her," Lady Smart said. "She helped herself to Lady Matsumae's best clothes."

"There's a pavilion in the garden where Lady Matsumae likes to sit when the weather's nice," Lady Soldier said. "Tekare took it over for herself. When Lady Matsumae ordered her to move, she wouldn't."

"I scolded her. I told her she had to learn her place and show me some respect. I slapped her face. And she slapped me back!" Lady Matsumae touched her cheek as if she could still feel the blow. "The nerve of that witch!"

Her attendants murmured in disapproval. "Normally I handle problems in the women's quarters myself," she said, "but I was helpless against Tekare. So I went to my husband. I told him how badly she was treating me, but he took her side. He said no one was allowed to interfere with anything she wanted or anything she did. Then he beat me and threw me outside in the rain. He said I could stay there until I was ready to accept the way things were. He warned me that if I ever laid a hand on Tekare again, he would divorce me and send me back to my family in disgrace."

Lady Matsumae shuddered at this outrage. She laid down her brush and wrapped her arms around herself, as if to keep from falling apart. "Well, I spent three days outside. My husband never relented."

"n.o.body was allowed to go near her," Lady Pansy said, "not even to give her food or a blanket."

"She caught such a bad cold and was so miserable that she finally had to give in," Lady Smart said. "And from then on, Tekare ruled us all as if she were an empress."

The Empress of Snow Country. Reiko recalled Hirata's description of how Tekare had earned her nickname. Tekare had certainly fomented trouble in the women's quarters as well as among the men she'd used. Reiko recalled Hirata's description of how Tekare had earned her nickname. Tekare had certainly fomented trouble in the women's quarters as well as among the men she'd used.

"What did you do?" Reiko asked Lady Matsumae.

With a bitter laugh, Lady Matsumae said, "What could I do? I put up with the situation. I had no choice."

"You'd think Tekare would have been satisfied because she'd won," Lady Pansy said, taking a coy delight in this gossip. "You'd think she would have left well enough alone. But not her. She ordered our poor lady to kneel and bow down to her whenever they happened to meet."

"And our lady had to do it or be cast out." Lady Smart's serious manner didn't hide her relish of the drama.

"My husband didn't care," Lady Matsumae said. "He didn't protect me. Not even after our daughter became ill and I was beside myself with worrying about her. Instead, he-"

Her throat visibly contracted as she swallowed. She lowered her eyelids; tears leaked from under her dark, spiky lashes. Her attendants sat in hushed sympathy. Reiko sensed secrets permeating the silence. She glanced at Lilac, who puffed her cheeks to express that she was bursting with tales but didn't dare speak.

"What happened?" Reiko asked.

n.o.body answered. History on Ezogashima was as deep and opaque as the sea around it. Reiko decided to go fishing. She said in a quiet, confidential manner, "Your life must be easier now that Tekare is dead. She stole your husband's affections. If you took revenge on her, I wouldn't blame you. I'd admire you for having the courage to do what many women in your position only wish they could."

Lady Matsumae's head snapped up. She and the ladies-in-waiting stared at Reiko in apparently genuine shock. "You think I killed Tekare?" You can tell me." Reiko smiled a conspiratorial smile, woman-to-woman against the world of men. "I can keep a secret."

"You haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about. I did not kill that woman, no matter how much I would have liked to." Lady Matsumae spat the words at Reiko's face. "You may be the chamberlain's wife and a guest in my house, but I am utterly insulted by your accusation."

Reiko was chagrined that her ploy had failed. She shouldn't have pushed Lady Matsumae so hard so fast.

"Of course she didn't kill her," Lady Smart declared. She's too gentle, too good," Lady Pansy said indignantly.

Lady Soldier folded her arms and fixed an insolent gaze on Reiko.

"You seem to know a lot about our business, but maybe not as much as you think. Did you know that Tekare was shot with a spring-bow?"

"So I've heard," Reiko said.

"Who told you?" Lady Smart asked.

"My husband."

Comprehension flashed across Lady Smart's plain features. "I've heard about your husband's deal with Lord Matsumae. He finds out who killed Tekare, and Lord Matsumae will set him and you and your friends free. If he fails, you all die. You're trying to help him by putting the blame on our lady."

So much for covert detective work, Reiko thought. "We're only trying to discover the truth."

"The truth is that our lady is innocent," Lady Pansy said with staunch, childish loyalty.

Lady Soldier picked up Lady Matsumae's hands, peeled the gloves off them, and held them up. "Can you imagine these setting a spring-bow?" The fingers were tapered and soft, typical of a high-cla.s.s woman who'd never done any physical work in her life.

An alternative had become clear to Reiko. "You wouldn't have had to do it yourself," she said to Lady Matsumae. She turned a significant gaze on the ladies-in-waiting. But instead of being frightened because her suspicion had turned to them, they smiled.

"Well, I suppose I know how to set a spring-bow," said Lady Smart. "My father is a trade official, and my family spent a lot of time in Ezo country while I was growing up."

"The same with me," Lady Soldier said.

"I knew that Tekare liked going to the hot spring at night," Lady Pansy simpered.

"We could have plotted to kill her," Lady Soldier said, "and punish her for hurting our lady. But even if we did, you'll never be able to prove it. And we'll never tell."

Her smug smile was reflected on the faces of her two friends. Lady Smart said, "I'm afraid this visit with us has been a waste of your time, Lady Reiko. You came after one person you thought might have killed Tekare. Instead, you found four of us. Are not too many suspects as bad as too few?"

Reiko experienced the same weird disorientation as when she'd first met the women. On the surface they were as familiar as any at home, but inside they were infected with savagery native to Ezogashima. Violence and murder were in their blood, under the veneer of civilization.

Lady Matsumae beheld Reiko with an expression of hard, humorless triumph. "I think it's time you left."

15.

The sound of angry voices came from the Ezo camp as Hi-rata and his companions approached it. He and Detective Marume, the Rat, and their guards arrived to find the barbarians facing off against three Matsumae troops. The barbarians had bows and quivers slung over their shoulders; they wore snowshoes made of bent wood and leather straps. Two of their dogs were harnessed to a sled. Barbarians and troops shouted at one another in Ezo language.

"What are they saying?" Hirata asked.

The Rat looked especially miserable this morning. He sniffled and coughed. His eyes were bleary, and frozen mucus matted his whiskers. "The Ezo want to go deer hunting. The j.a.panese won't let them."