Akitada gave an inward shudder at the tale. He wanted to point out that nothing is forever, and that such women would say anything to get a man to buy out their contract, and if this Ohiro was really so very pretty, she would leave Genba the moment she had her freedom. He said none of those things, however. He asked, “How much money do you need?”
Genba told him. “I know it’s too much. We thought we’d wait and save some more, but now that Tokuzo’s dead, she’ll be sold again.”
Akitada looked outside at his garden, saw that the sun was already high, and got up. “Find out who the heir is. Then arrange to buy her out. I’ll give you the money. As for Saburo, I’m sure he’ll show up. He knows how to handle himself. Now I must go to work.”
Genba was on his knees again, knocking his head against the floor. “Thank you, sir. I’ll pay the money back, I promise. If you have extra work, I’ll do it gladly. Or, if you permit it, I could find some work outside after I have done the chores here. And Ohiro is a hard worker, too.”
Akitada headed out the door. “Nonsense, Genba. You’re family.”
After taking care of some urgent ministry paperwork, Akitada went in search of the minister.
Fujiwara Kaneie had just arrived and stood at the open door overlooking his private courtyard, hands clasped behind his back. He was watching a pair of swallows building a nest under the eaves.
When he heard Akitada, he turned. “Oh, there you are. How are things going for your friend Kosehira?”
“Very kind of you to ask, sir.” Akitada hesitated a moment, then said, “I’m in a quandary. In this situation, taking sides will surely affect a person’s career. I’m not concerned on my own behalf but on yours, sir. Had you not better remain in ignorance of the matter?”
The minister chuckled. “I’m quite safe, but it’s nice of you to be concerned. No, speak freely … unless you’re afraid I’ll carry tales.”
There was always that danger, even though Kaneie was not particularly close to the regent and his brothers and was, in any case, an honorable man. “It’s not that, sir, though there are some confidences I cannot divulge. Very well, then. The prince is under house arrest. He will not make any effort to defend himself. He says he doesn’t care and will take the tonsure soon. Surely those words should satisfy his enemies?”
The minister pursed his lips. “He still has his supporters, and many a retired emperor has ruled from his monastery. No, in Atsuhira’s case I don’t think they’d be satisfied.”
“Ah. That is difficult indeed.”
“But you’re only concerned about your friend Kosehira. Can’t you clear him and leave Atsuhira alone?”
“No, sir. There were letters. They had no relation to the plot, but Kosehira has destroyed them. Since it was known they had corresponded recently and he would not produce them, it looks very suspicious.”
“But why did he destroy them if they were harmless?”
Good question. Akitada could not reveal the affair with Lady Masako to Kaneie. He said, “Why keep them? Surely you and I live with too much paperwork all day long to keep our private correspondence also.”
Kaneie nodded. “Yes, I see. Awkward. What are your plans?”
“I want to speak to people who can clear either Kosehira or the prince. A large task, but perhaps I’ll find the right person quickly.”
“If you don’t stay away too long, I can spare you. A few days won’t matter. And, Akitada, keep me informed.”
“Of course, sir. Thank you.”
Akitada returned to his office where he took some time to clear pending matters and write out precise instructions for his clerk and those who were working on current cases. Then he left the ministry.
His next stop was to look in on a friend. Nakatoshi worked in the Ministry of Ceremonial. He had once been Akitada’s clerk and was a most able and loyal young man, who had deservedly risen in the government and now occupied the same position in the Ministry of Ceremonial as the one Akitada held in the Ministry of Justice. They had become friends over the years, and occasionally visited each other.
Nakatoshi greeted him with a cheerful, “Working on something new?”
Akitada sat down and accepted a cup of wine. “I suppose I’ve troubled you so often in the past that you no longer expect just a friendly visit. You’re quite right, as it happens. The problem concerns my friend Kosehira. You’ve met, I think?”
Nakatoshi’s smile faded. “Yes. Don’t tell me you’re meddling in the affairs of Prince Atsuhira again?”
The word “affair” could denote all sorts of complications in a man’s life. Akitada said, “In a manner of speaking. This is in confidence, Nakatoshi. It concerns a young woman the prince had been meeting secretly.”
“Ah. That’s better.” Nakatoshi grinned. “I prefer romance to politics. Much safer.”
“I don’t know about that. She was the Lady Masako.”
His friend gaped at that. “Atsuhira’s been carrying on an affair with one of His Majesty’s women?”
“Yes, but His Majesty had shown no interest in her.”
“It makes no difference.” Nakatoshi frowned. “Didn’t she die a few months back?”
“Yes. It happened near the prince’s summer villa, though that story was covered up.”
“Naturally. What a fascinating scandal! But what’s your part in this? Or Kosehira’s?”
Akitada explained, and Nakatoshi was appalled. Being bright, he immediately said, “So this death and the plot about the succession are tied together after all?”
“They shouldn’t be, but I’m afraid they are.”
“You cannot touch it, Akitada. I know you’re Kosehira’s friend, but this is too dangerous for you and your family.”
“Well, it’s not the first time. I’ve had to decide a long time ago whether to look out for myself and my family or hold on to my convictions. My name and the fact I’ve made enemies will always put me at risk. Since it can’t be helped, it must be managed somehow. But I came, as usual, to get some information. I’d like to know more about Lady Masako’s family.”
“Ah, yes. Minamoto Masaie. I take it he’s under suspicion also?”
“I don’t know.”
“Masako is his oldest daughter. Masaie is lord of Sagami, a very powerful provincial overlord. They say he used his influence to have Masako enter the royal apartments, no doubt in hopes of becoming grandfather to an emperor.” Nakatoshi paused. “Yes, it all hangs together. Now that you mention it, I do have some news you may not be aware of. Maseie has been called to court. In view of what you say about Lady Masako and the prince, it may mean that he’s connected with the alleged plot.”
Akitada said, “I doubt it, but that doesn’t mean much to those who wish to rid themselves of perceived threats.”
“Well, it would make sense. Perhaps Masaie found that His Majesty wasn’t interested in his daughter and decided to back Atsuhira for crown prince.”
It opened up new possibilities and confused the issue of Lady Masako’s death. Akitada chewed his lower lip. “It could be revenge, of course.”
Nakatoshi looked blank. “You mean the court blames Minamoto Masaie for his daughter’s affair?”
“Not the court. I was thinking of the Lady Kishi.”
“Kishi? Oh, Prince Atsuhira’s wife. And you think her brothers agreed to ruin the prince and anyone connected with him or Lady Masako? Well, that would be shocking.”
“From what I hear, Kishi’s perfectly capable of acting on her own. And she’s likely to have taken serious offense.”
“Ah. Women.” Nakatoshi shook his head. “What a muddle!”
They both sighed, then chuckled. Thanking his friend, Akitada took his leave.