Part 10 (1/2)

Her back ached; when she was finally in bed she could not get comfortable, and sleep would not come. She had gone through the whole terrible day and she was still alive, but now that the house was quiet, the weeping and chanting stilled, a deep sense of dread came over her. Her father's words rang in her ears. His face and the faces of the dead men loomed before her eyes. She feared their ghosts would try to s.n.a.t.c.h Takeo's child from her. Finally she slept, her arms wrapped around her belly.

She dreamed her father was attacking her. He drew the dagger from his belt but instead of plunging it into his own belly he came close to her, put his hand on the back of her neck, and drove the dagger deep into her. An agonizing pain swept through her, making her wake with a cry. The pain surged again rhythmically. Her legs were already awash with blood.

Her father's funeral took place without her. The child slipped from her womb like an eel, and her life's blood followed. Then fever came, turning her vision red, setting her tongue babbling, tormenting her with hideous visions.

s.h.i.+zuka and Ayame brewed all the herbs known to them, then in despair burned incense and struck gongs to banish the evil spirits that possessed her, and called for priests and a spirit girl to drive them away.

After three days it seemed nothing would save her. Ai never left her side. Even Hana was beyond tears. Around the hour of the Goat, s.h.i.+zuka stepped outside to fetch fresh water, when one of the men at the guardhouse called to her.

”Visitors are coming. Men on horses and two palanquins. Lord Fujiwara, I think.”

”He must not come in,” she said. ”There is pollution by blood as well as by death.”

The bearers set the palanquins down outside the gate, and she dropped to her knees as Fujiwara looked out.

”Lord Fujiwara, forgive me. It is impossible for you to come in.”

”I was told Lady Otori is gravely ill,” he replied. ”Let me talk to you in the garden.”

She remained kneeling as he walked past her, then rose and followed him to the pavilion by the stream. He waved his servants away and turned to s.h.i.+zuka. ”How serious is it?”

”I do not think she will live beyond tonight,” s.h.i.+zuka replied in a low voice. ”We have tried everything.”

”I have brought my physician,” Fujiwara said. ”Show him where to go and then come back to me.”

She bowed to him and went back to the gate where the physician, a small, middle-aged man with a kind, intelligent look about him, was emerging from the second palanquin. She took him to the room where Kaede lay, her heart sinking at the sight of her pale skin and unfocused eyes. Kaede's breathing was rapid and shallow, and every now and then she gave a sharp cry-whether of fear or pain, it was impossible to tell.

When she came back Lord Fujiwara was standing gazing toward the end of the garden, where the stream fell away over rocks. The air was beginning to chill, and the sound of the waterfall was bleak and lonely. s.h.i.+zuka knelt again and waited for him to speak. ”Is.h.i.+da is very skilled,” he said. ”Don't give up hope yet.”

”Lord Fujiwara's kindness is extreme,” she murmured. She could only think of Kaede's pale face and wild eyes. She longed to return to her, but she could not leave without the n.o.bleman's permission.

”I am not a kind man,” he replied. ”I am motivated mainly by my own desires, by selfishness. It is my nature to be cruel.” He glanced briefly at her and said, ”How long have you served Lady s.h.i.+rakawa? You are not from this part of the country?”

”I was sent to her in the spring while she was still at Noguchi Castle.”

”Sent by whom?”

”By Lord Arai.”

”Indeed? And do you report back to him?”

”What can Lord Fujiwara mean?” s.h.i.+zuka said.

”There is something about you that is unusual in a servant. I wondered if you might be a spy.”

”Lord Fujiwara has too high an opinion of my abilities,” s.h.i.+zuka replied.

”I hope you never have cause to incite my cruelty.”

She heard the threat behind his words and said nothing.

He went on as if talking to himself. ”Her person, her life, touch me in a way I have never felt before. I thought myself long past experiencing any new emotion. I will not let anyone or anything-even death-take her from me.”

”Everyone who sees her is bewitched by her,” s.h.i.+zuka whispered, ”but fate has been unusually harsh to her.”

”I wish I knew her true life,” he said. ”I know she has many secrets. The recent tragedy of her fathers death is another, I suppose. I hope you will tell me one day, if she cannot.” His voice broke. ”The idea that such beauty might perish pierces my soul,” he said. s.h.i.+zuka thought she heard artificiality in his voice, but his eyes were filled with tears. ”If she lives I will marry her,” he said. ”That way I will have her with me always. You may go now. But will you tell her that?”

”Lord Fujiwara.” s.h.i.+zuka touched her forehead to the ground and crept away backward.

If she lives...

6.

Matsue was a northern town, cold and austere. We arrived in the middle of autumn, when the wind from the mainland howled across a sea as dark as iron. Once the snows began, like Hagi, Matsue would be cut off from the rest of the country for three months. It was as good a place as any to learn what I had to learn.

For a week we had walked all day, following the coastal road. It did not rain, but the sky was often overcast and each day was shorter and colder than the last. We stopped at many villages and showed the children juggling, spinning tops, and games with string thatYuki and Keiko knew. At night we always found shelter with merchants who were part of the Tribe network. I lay awake till late listening to whispered conversations, my nostrils filled with the smells of the brewery or of soybean foodstuff. I dreamed of Kaede, and longed for her, and sometimes when I was alone I would take out s.h.i.+geru's letter and read his last words, in which he had charged me to avenge his death and to take care of Lady s.h.i.+rakawa. Consciously I had made the decision to go to the Tribe, but, even in those early days, just before sleep, unbidden images came to me of his uncles, unpunished in Hagi, and of his sword, Jato, sleeping at Terayama.

By the time we arrived at Matsue, Yuki and I were lovers. It happened with inevitability, yet not through my will. I was always aware of her on the road, my senses tuned to her voice, her scent. But I was too unsure of my future, my position in the group, too guarded and wary to make any move toward her. It was obvious that Akio also found her attractive. He was at ease with her as with no one else, seeking out her company, walking beside her on the road, sitting next to her at meals. I did not want to antagonize him further.

Yuki's position in the group was unclear. She deferred to Akio and always treated him with respect; yet, she seemed equal to him in status and, as I had reason to know, her skills were greater. Keiko was obviously lower down in the order, perhaps from a lesser family or a collateral branch. She continued to ignore me, but showed blind loyalty to Akio. As for the older man, Kazuo, everyone treated him as a mixture between a servant and an uncle. He had many practical skills, including thievery.

Akio was Kikuta through both father and mother. He was a second cousin to me and had the same hands shaped like mine. His physical skills were astounding-he had the fastest reflexes of anyone I've ever met, and could leap so high he seemed to be flying-but apart from his ability to perceive the use of invisibility and the second self, and his dexterity in juggling, none of the more unusual Kikuta gifts had come to him. Yuki told me this one day when we were walking some way ahead of the others.

”The masters fear the gifts are dying out. Every generation seems to have fewer.” She gave me a sideways look and added, ”That's why it's so important to us to keep you.”

Her mother had said the same thing and I would have liked to have heard more, but Akio shouted at me that it was my turn to push the cart. I saw the jealousy in his face as I walked toward him. I understood it and his hostility to me all too well. He was fanatically loyal to the Tribe, having been raised in their teachings and way of life; I could not help but realize that my sudden appearance was likely to usurp many of his ambitions and hopes. But understanding his antipathy did not make it any easier to bear, nor did it make me like him. I said nothing as I took the handles of the cart from him. He ran forward to walk beside Yuki, whispering to her, forgetting, as he often did, that I could hear every word. He'd taken to calling me the Dog, and the nickname had enough truth in it to stick. As I've said before, I have an affinity with dogs: I can hear the things they hear, and I've known what it's like to be speechless.

”What were you saying to the Dog?” he asked her. ”Teaching, teaching,” she replied offhandedly. ”There's so much he needs to learn.”

But what she turned out to be best at teaching was the art of love.

Both Yuki and Keiko took on the role of prost.i.tutes on the road if they needed to. So did many of the Tribe, men and women, no one thinking any the worse of them for it. It was simply another role to a.s.sume, then discard. Of course, the clans had quite different ideas about the virginity of their brides and the fidelity of their wives. Men could do what they liked; women were expected to be chaste. The teachings I had grown up with were somewhere between the two: The Hidden are supposed to be pure in matters of physical desire, but in practice are forgiving of one another's lapses, as they are in all things.

On our fourth night we stayed in a large village with a wealthy family. Despite the scarcity in the whole area following the storms, they had stockpiles of supplies and they were generous hosts. The merchant offered us women, maids from his household, and Akio and Kazuo accepted. I made an excuse of some sort, which brought a storm of teasing, but the matter was not forced. Later, when the girls came to the room and lay down with the other men, I moved my mattress outside onto the veranda and s.h.i.+vered under the brittle ice points of the stars. Desire, longing for Kaede-to be honest, at that moment for any woman-tormented me. The door slid open, and one of the girls from the household, I thought, came out onto the veranda. As she closed the door behind her, I caught her fragrance and recognized her tread.

Yuki knelt beside me. I reached out for her and pulled her down next to me. Her girdle was already undone, her robe loose. I remember feeling the most immense grat.i.tude to her. She loosened my clothes, making it all so easy for me-too easy; I was too quick. She scolded me for my impatience, promising to teach me. And so she did.

The next morning Akio looked at me searchingly. ”You changed your mmd last night?”

I wondered how he knew-if he had heard us through the flimsy screens or if he was just guessing.

”One of the girls came to me. It seemed impolite to turn her away,” I replied.

He grunted and did not pursue the matter, but he watched Yuki and me carefully, even though we said nothing to each other, as though he knew something had changed between us. I thought about her constantly, swinging between elation and despair: elation because the act of love with her was indescribably wonderful; despair because she was not Kaede, and because what we did together bound me ever more closely to the Tribe.

I couldn't help remembering Ken) is comment as he left: It's a It's a good thing Yuki's going to be around to keep an eye on you. good thing Yuki's going to be around to keep an eye on you. He had known this would happen. Had he planned it with her, instructed her? Did Akio of course know, because he had been told? I was filled with misgivings, and I did not trust Yuki, but it didn't stop me from going to her every time I had the chance. She, so much wiser in these matters, made sure the chance arose often. And Akio's jealousy grew more apparent every day. He had known this would happen. Had he planned it with her, instructed her? Did Akio of course know, because he had been told? I was filled with misgivings, and I did not trust Yuki, but it didn't stop me from going to her every time I had the chance. She, so much wiser in these matters, made sure the chance arose often. And Akio's jealousy grew more apparent every day.