He drew himself up and glowered.  “Who are you?”

“My name is Toshiko,” she said in a voice as clear as running water.  “And yours?”

“I’m Hachiro, the doctor’s son.  Are you a patient?”

“No.  I think . . . I am his wife.”

“He has no wife.”

She laughed softly, like wind passing through leaves.  “I came late last night, and you left very early this morning, before I could meet you.  Your father has told me about you, Hachiro.”

Nothing good, probably.  Hachiro flushed, his mind already on how this was going to affect his future.  What happened to adopted children when a father had children of his own?  She looked too young to be a mother, or even a wife — though he could see she was beautiful and desirable.  His lips narrowed.  So, even the saintly Doctor Yamada was merely human and had succumbed to lust.  He, Hachiro, would never let low desires get in the way of his dream.

Steps approached, and then his father’s hand fell on his shoulder.  “Ah, I see you’ve met my other son, Hachiro.  Hachiro, this is my wife.”

Hachiro looked at his father.  He sounded cheerful but seemed tense, and the smile disappeared quickly.  Hachiro said nothing.  He waited.

“I’m sorry, Hachiro, to spring this on you suddenly, but . . . well, it happened unexpectedly.  I hope you will look kindly on each other in the future, but at the moment we must prepare for some changes.”

Hachiro’s mind skipped over the phrases:  it happened unexpectedly?  How do you take a wife overnight without telling anyone?  Kindness to each other?  She still smiled at him, nodding her head, but for his part, Hachiro did not think so.  He was not likely to be near his father’s wife.  But when he heard “changes,” his head snapped back to his father.  “What changes?”

Perhaps it was a rude response on being told of his father’s marriage, but Hachiro had much to lose.

“We will pack the most necessary things and leave today.  We are moving to the farm.  I’ll rent horses for you and me.  Sadamu can travel with Toshiko and Otori in an oxcart.”

Hachiro and Toshiko protested simultaneously.

He said, “I’m not going.”

She said, “I would like to ride, too.  Oh, please, Sadahira.  I’m a good horsewoman, and I have so missed the pleasure.”

Hachiro’s father faltered.  “The journey is long and hard, but perhaps you may ride part of the way,” he told his wife.  To Hachiro, he said, “I cannot have heard you correctly.  Would you repeat your words?”

Hachiro flushed, then paled.  He felt as if he stood at the edge of an abyss, but he looked back at his father as calmly as he could and said, “I do not want to leave.  My school is here.  I can live with the monks.”  He was not at all sure of that, but he would find a way to survive.

His father opened his mouth to protest, then just shook his head.

The new wife said softly, “I am sorry.  It is my fault.  Can he not stay?  Surely it will only be for a short time.”

The doctor’s face lengthened.  “He’s too young to live here on his own.  Besides — it isn’t safe.”

Hachiro narrowed his eyes and said firmly, “I want to stay, Father.”  He would run away, offer to cancel the adoption, if necessary.

The new wife took his side again.  “Hachiro is nearly grown.  I expect he is older than I am.  Surely he has a right to choose his way?”

His father looked at him.  “I don’t know.”  He ran his hand over his hair, distracted by this new complication.  “Your sudden love for education is very surprising.”

Hachiro flushed.  “I . . . the monks think I’m a good student,” he said.  Then he was recalled something his teacher had said.  “They think I might become a monk and serve the Buddha.  I’d like to try, Father.”

There was a moment’s silence, then his father said, “I never expected this, but if the monks will indeed look after you, and if you find you truly have a desire for this life, I won’t stand in your way.”  He glanced at his wife. “Perhaps you will help Otori pack while Hachiro and I make arrangements for him?  The wagon and the horses will be here soon.  We’ll leave as soon as night falls.”

On the way to the monastery, Hachiro got around to asking, “Why do you have to leave the capital?”

His father hesitated, then said, “It’s better if you don’t know the details.  I have made enemies among the powerful.  You must give me your word that you will not tell anyone about my marriage or where we have gone.”  He stopped to put his hand on Hachiro’s shoulder.  “I trust you in this, son.  It may be a matter of our lives.  I want your promise.”

So, thought Hachiro, he trusts me, yet he doesn’t trust me enough to tell me how he stole his new wife.  But he put the thought from his mind:  He did not have to go with them.  Instead, he was free to stay and study with Master Soma.  And Akogi would see to it that he had enough to eat.

He smiled.  “Of course.  You can rely on me, Father.”

From Lady Sanjo’s Pillow Book

Alas, my fate is sealed.

Oh, how many letters I wrote!  Every day I sent a letter in the morning and a second later that day.  I sat up by the light of the moon wielding my brush, wetting the ink cake with my tears.  There never was a reply.

For a while, rumors went around that His Majesty had ordered a thorough search to be made of the city and had even gone to see the regent about the matter.  But she had not gone to the regent’s son, and the regent was deeply offended.  Then I heard His Majesty had summoned the girl’s father.  Nobody knows what passed between them, but Oba left in a terrible temper.  It was clear that she had not returned to her family.

After that the palace settled back into its normal routine, and I, too, breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that I could surely resume my devoted service to His Majesty and see Him smile upon me again as in the past.

But this morning— oh, ill-fated day! — a servant brought the message that I was to report to His Majesty’s office.  I went, filled with the most tender hopes.  Alas, He was not there.  Instead Tameyazu, His secretary and a singularly unpleasant man, received me.

“Lady Sanjo,” he said in his cold voice, “you are to join your husband.  His Majesty no longer has need of your services.”

My heart froze.  I am afraid I gaped at him.  “B-but,” I stuttered, “my husband serves in Settsu Province.  I cannot go to him.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“It is too far.  It is some wild place with rude natives.  What would I do there?  How would I survive?”

He sneered at that.  “Don’t be ridiculous.  Your husband is the governor of the province.  He has been notified that you are coming.  You will leave the palace today.  Pack your trunks and arrange for lodging until you can set out on the journey.”  With that he handed me a package with my travel papers.

I don’t remember how I got back to my room.  When I returned to my senses, I opened the package with trembling fingers.  There was nothing from His Majesty, not so much as a scribbled note.  And no gift to help defray travel expenses or to recognize my many years of service.  I have been dismissed like a criminal and sent into my exile.

My life is over!

Also by I.J.Parker, the Sugawara Akitada mystery series:

The Dragon Scroll

Rashomon Gate

Black Arrow

Island of Exiles

The Hell Screen

The Convict's Sword

The Masuda Affair

The Fires of the Gods