A lady opened the door and came out on the veranda. It was the little boy’s nursemaid. Kikuko didn’t like her much. There was something mean about her face, even when she smiled, and she wasn’t smiling now. She looked upset and sad. Mama was often sad, and that made Kikuko sad, too. But after today, they would be happy all the time. Mama had promised.
The nursemaid brought Kikuko and Rumi into the big house, and they took off their shoes and outdoor clothes. She said to Rumi, “You can wait in the parlor.”
Then she took Kikuko by the hand and led her through the house. Kikuko went willingly, but she was puzzled because the house was so quiet and empty today. Where had everybody gone? Kikuko didn’t ask, because the nursemaid frightened her a little, even though Mama had said she was their friend. Kikuko was glad when they went into the boy’s room.
He was sitting all alone, playing with his toy animals. Kikuko was disappointed that his pretty mother wasn’t there, but happy to see him.
“Hello, hello,” she cried, bouncing up and down and waving.
The little boy smiled. “Kiku,” he said.
They laughed together, and the nursemaid stood watching them for a moment. Then she went away. Kikuko remembered the game that Mama had told her to play, and she was happy she’d remembered. She wouldn’t want to disappoint Mama and make her sad. She began to run around the room, flapping the long sleeves of her pink kimono.
“I’m a butterfly,” she said to the little boy. “Catch me!”
He chased her, giggling with excitement. Kikuko swooped out of his way. Then she ran to the door that led outside. She pushed open the door and ran onto the veranda.
“Catch me!” she called.
The boy toddled after her. She hopped down the steps, and he crawled down them. The garden was a wonderful place to play, even though the day was cold and cloudy. Kikuko fluttered around trees, bushes, and rocks. The boy ran after her, yelping. She liked that there were no adults to tell them to be quiet. That made the game more fun.
A glance around the garden showed Kikuko the pond, an irregular oval of water amid leafless cherry trees. She dashed to the pond and stood at the edge. The water was murky, and dead brown lily plants floated on top. Kikuko wrinkled her nose in disgust. But she had to obey Mama.
The little boy ran toward Kikuko, arms spread, delighted because he thought he was going to catch her. Kikuko hesitated, then waded into the water. Oh, it was cold! She shivered as the first step chilled her up to her ankles. The next step plunged her knee-deep.
Turning to the little boy, Kikuko called, “Follow me!”
As Sano crossed the threshold of the warehouse, two gangsters seized his arms, yanking him into a vast, dim space that smelled of hay, manure, and smoke. Sano glimpsed crates, bundles, and ceramic urns stacked against three walls; along the other, horses occupied stalls. His captors propelled him across the stone floor, toward a plank staircase that led to an open loft built along the upper story. Lightning stood at the top of the stairs. Wisteria huddled near him. Six more gangsters crouched around the loft. They all watched Sano climb the stairs. Burning metal lanterns hung on the walls of the loft, casting strange shadows. Heat shimmered the air above charcoal braziers. Smoke drifted upward.
When Sano mounted the top step, his escorts gave him a hard shove. He stumbled onto the loft on hands and knees. He gazed up in indignation at Lightning, who towered over him.
“Behold, the proud Tokugawa soldier,” Lightning said with a cruel grin. His eyes flashed in the lantern light. Rocking on his feet, clenching and unclenching his hands, he appeared consumed by nervous energy.
Sano cautiously began to rise, but Lightning kicked his chin, knocking him down. “How brave are you without your weapons and your troops and your shogun to protect you?” Lightning jeered, then ordered, “Show me some respect!”
Goaded into outrage, Sano swallowed his urge to retaliate against this violent, impulsive man and make a bad situation worse. He knelt, bowed, and said, “I’m at your service.”
Lightning smirked, apparently placated, though wariness glinted in his eyes. Sano turned to Wisteria. Her face was bruised, her naked scalp pitiful, her beauty turned haggard.
“Are you all right?” Sano asked.
Wisteria nodded, eyeing him with a strange expression of hope and dismay. While gangsters guarded Sano, Lightning prowled around the loft. “I have to get out of here,” he said through gritted teeth. “When will your man bring the money?”
“As soon as he can,” Sano said, disturbed by Lightning’s impatience and wondering what were his chances of effecting a peaceful surrender, if the gangster was already so jittery.
“I’m sorry things turned out like this,” Wisteria murmured. Creeping close to Sano, she whispered urgently, “Please don’t let him take me.”
“He won’t,” Sano promised with feigned confidence.
Lightning stalked toward them. “What are you doing?” he demanded of Wisteria. “Trying to seduce him into rescuing you?” He raised a hand to strike her.
Wisteria shrank against Sano. His arm circled her protectively. “Nobody’s trying anything,” he said to Lightning. “Just calm down.”
But the gangster turned livid with fury, shouting, “Don’t touch her! You had her once, but she’s mine now. Take your filthy hands off her, or I’ll cut them off!”
His rabid jealousy appalled Sano, as did the fact that Lightning knew about his past affair with Wisteria. He hastily moved away from her, aware that the odds of negotiating a surrender were even poorer than he’d thought because Lightning viewed him as a rival.
Anxious to gain control of the situation, he said, “We’re all going to be here together for a while, so why don’t you just sit down, and we’ll talk-”
“Shut up! Don’t tell me what to do!”
Now Lightning drew his sword. Sano rose and automatically reached for his own weapon, but his hand clutched empty air. Panic jolted him.
Wisteria gasped in fright. Exclamations of protest came from the other gangsters.
“Stay out of this,” Lightning ordered them, and advanced on Sano.
Backing away, Sano tried to reason with Lightning: “Hurt me, and you won’t get your money.”
But Lightning kept coming until Sano was trapped in a corner, his back pressed against the wall and the tip of Lightning’s blade at his throat. Lightning jittered to a standstill; his breathing, and the twitching of his muscles, sped up beyond normal human velocity. Sano saw reckless temper in the gangster’s wildly flickering gaze, and blood lust in his snarling mouth.
“Let’s see whether you die like a samurai or the coward I think you are!” Lightning said.
“Kill me if you will,” Sano said, gulping down terror born of the knowledge that Lightning was capable of murdering him. “But you’ll never get away with it. My men will hunt you down to avenge my death.”
A long beat passed. The only sounds Sano heard were his own thudding heart and his tormentor’s breaths. Suspense paralyzed everyone except Lightning. Then the gangster threw back his head and laughed.
“Scared you, didn’t I?” He sheathed his sword and stepped away from Sano. “I’m too smart to kill a hostage that I still need. After I get the money, I’m taking you with me to ensure me a safe trip out of Edo. But as soon as I’m far away, and you’ve served your purpose-then I’ll kill you.”
Sano’s transient relief turned to dread of his death in some remote place. But maybe Lightning couldn’t wait till they got that far; maybe Sano was destined to die today. He thought of Reiko and Masahiro, and his determination to prevail braced his spirit. He would live to see his family again. He would deliver Lord Mitsuyoshi’s killer to justice and prove his own innocence.