Part 6 (1/2)

”She is like you, lady,” s.h.i.+zuka said.

”I hope she will be happier,” Kaede replied and, drawing Hana to her, hugged her. She felt the slight body begin to shake, and realized the child was crying.

”Mother! I want Mother!”

Kaede's own eyes filled with tears.

”Hush, Hana, don't cry, little sister.” Ai tried to soothe her. ”I'm sorry,” she said to Kaede. ”She is still grieving. She has not been taught how to behave.”

Well, she will learn, Kaede thought, Kaede thought, as I had to. She will learn not to let her feelings show, to accept that life is made up of suffering and loss, to cry in private if she cries at all. as I had to. She will learn not to let her feelings show, to accept that life is made up of suffering and loss, to cry in private if she cries at all.

”Come,” s.h.i.+zuka said, taking Hana by the hand. ”You have to show me how to cook the mushrooms. I don't know these local ones.

Her eyes met Kaede's above the child's head, and her smile was warm and cheerful.

”Your woman is wonderful,” Ai said as they left. ”How long has she been with you?”

”She came to me a few months ago, just before I left Noguchi Castle,” Kaede replied. The two sisters remained kneeling on the floor, not knowing what to say to each other. The rain fell heavily now, streaming from the eaves like a curtain of steel arrows. It was nearly dark. Kaede thought, I cannot tell Ai that Lord Ami himself sent s.h.i.+zuka to me, as part of the conspiracy to overthrow lida, or that s.h.i.+zuka is from the Tribe. I cannot tell her anything. She is so young, she has never left s.h.i.+rakawa, she knows nothing of the world. I cannot tell Ai that Lord Ami himself sent s.h.i.+zuka to me, as part of the conspiracy to overthrow lida, or that s.h.i.+zuka is from the Tribe. I cannot tell her anything. She is so young, she has never left s.h.i.+rakawa, she knows nothing of the world.

”I suppose we should go to Father,” she said.

But at that moment she heard his voice calling from a distant part of the house. ”Ai! Ayame!” His footsteps approached. He was complaining softly. ”Ah, they've all gone away and left me. These worthless women!”

He came into the room and stopped short when he saw Kaede.

”Who's there? Do we have visitors? Who's come at this time of night in the rain?”

Ai stood and went to him. ”It's Kaede, your oldest daughter. She has returned. She's safe.”

”Kaede?” He took a step toward her. She did not stand but, remaining where she was, bowed deeply, touching her forehead to the floor.

Ai helped her father down. He knelt in front of Kaede. ”Sit up, sit up,” he said impatiently. ”Let us see the worst in each other.”

”Father?” she questioned as she raised her head.

”I am a shamed man,” he said. ”I should have died. I did not. I am hollow now, only partly alive. Look at me, daughter.”

It was true that terrible changes had been wrought in him. He had always been controlled and dignified. Now he seemed a husk of his former self. There was a half-healed slash from temple to left ear; the hair had been shaved away from the wound. His feet were bare and his robe stained, his jaw was dark with stubble.

”What happened to you?” she said, trying to keep the anger out of her voice. She had come seeking refuge, looking for the lost childhood home she had spent eight years mourning, only to find it almost destroyed.

Her father made a weary gesture. ”What does it matter? Everything is lost, ruined. Your return is the final blow. What happened to your marriage to Lord Otori? Don't tell me he is dead.”

”Through no fault of mine,” she said bitterly. ”lida murdered him.”

His lips tightened and his face paled. ”We have heard nothing here.”

”lida is also dead,” she went on. ”Arai's forces have taken Inuyama. The Tohan are overthrown.”

The mention of Aral's name obviously disturbed him. ”That traitor,” he muttered, staring into the darkness as though ghosts gathered there. ”He defeated lida?” After a pause he went on, ”I seem to have once again found myself on the losing side. My family must be under some curse. For the first time I am glad I have no son to inherit from me. s.h.i.+rakawa can fade away, regretted by no one.”

”You have three daughters!” Kaede responded, stung into anger.

”And my oldest is also cursed, bringing death to any man connected with her!”

”lida caused Lord Otori's death! It was a plot from the start. My marriage was designed to bring him to Inuyama and into Iida's hands.” The rain drummed hard against the roof, cascading from the eaves. s.h.i.+zuka came in silently with more lamps, placed them on the floor, and knelt behind Kaede. I must control myself, I must control myself, Kaede thought. Kaede thought. I must not tell him everything. I must not tell him everything.

He was staring at her, his face puzzled. ”So, are you married or not?” Her heart was racing. She had never lied to her father. Now she found she could not speak. She turned her head away, as if overcome by grief.

s.h.i.+zuka whispered. ”May I speak, Lord s.h.i.+rakawa?”

”Who is she?” he said to Kaede.

”She is my maid. She came to me at Noguchi Castle.” He nodded in s.h.i.+zuka's direction. ”What do you have to say?”

”Lady s.h.i.+rakawa and Lord Otori were married secretly at Ter-ayama,” s.h.i.+zuka said in a low voice. ”Your kinswoman was witness, but she also died at Inuyama, along with her daughter.”

”Maruyama Naomi is dead? Things get worse and worse. The domain will be lost to her stepdaughter's family now. We may as well hand over s.h.i.+rakawa to them too.”

”I am her heir,” Kaede said. ”She entrusted everything to me.” He gave a short mirthless laugh. ”They have disputed the domain for years. The husband is a cousin of Iida's, and is supported by many from both the Tohan and the Seishuu. You are mad if you think they will let you inherit.”

Kaede felt rather than heard s.h.i.+zuka stir slightly behind her. Her father was just the first man of many, an army, a whole clan-maybe even all the Three Countries-who would try to thwart her. ”All the same, I intend to.”

”You'll have to fight for it,” he said with scorn. ”Then I will fight.” They sat for a few moments in silence in the darkened room with the rain-drenched garden beyond.

”We have few men left,” her father said, his voice bitter. ”Will the Otori do anything for you? I suppose you must marry again. Have they suggested anyone?”

”It is too early to think of that,” Kaede said. ”I am still in mourning.” She took a breath, so deep that she was sure he must hear it. ”I believe I am carrying a child.”

His eyes turned again to her, peering through the gloom. ”s.h.i.+geru gave you a child?”

She bowed in confirmation, not daring to speak.

”Well, well,” he said, suddenly inappropriately jovial. ”We must celebrate! A man may have died but his seed lives. A remarkable achievement!” They had been talking in lowered voices, but now he shouted surprisingly loudly. ”Ayame!”

Kaede jumped despite herself. She saw how his mind was loosened, swinging between lucidity and darkness. It frightened her, but she tried to put the fear aside. As long as he believed her for the time being, she would face whatever came afterward.

The woman Ayame came in and knelt before Kaede. ”Lady, welcome home. Forgive us for such a sad homecoming.”

Kaede stood, took her hands, and raised her to her feet. They embraced. The solid indomitable figure that Kaede remembered had dwindled to a woman who was almost old. Yet, she thought she recalled her scent: It aroused sudden memories of childhood.

”Go and bring wine,” Kaede's father commanded. ”I want to drink to my grandchild.”

Kaede felt a s.h.i.+ver of dread, as though by giving the child a false ident.i.ty she had made its life false. ”It is still so early,” she said in a low voice. ”Do not celebrate yet.”

”Kaede!” Ayame exclaimed, using her name as she would to a child. ”Don't say such things; don't tempt fate.”

”Fetch wine,” her father said loudly. ”And close the shutters. Why do we sit here in the cold?”

As Ayame went toward the veranda they heard the sound of footsteps, and Kondo's voice called, ”Lady Otori!”