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This story is set in Japan, 1698. Sano Ichiro may be a samurai sleuth and the shoguns trusted advisor, but his growing power at court makes him and his family a target for treachery. And this time gruesome discovery brings especially tough questions. Lord Mori, heir to the shogun, is found grotesquely mutilated and murdered with Sanos pregnant wife, Reiko, lying beside him naked and covered in blood. Sano seeks the truth behind the Rashomon-like accounts of the murder, the stakes are almost unbearably high, and the only piece of evidence is a white Chrysanthemum stained red with blood.

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Laura Joh Rowlands Red Chrysanthemum Book 11 in the Sano Ichiro series 2006 - photo 1

Laura Joh Rowlands

Red Chrysanthemum

Book 11 in the Sano Ichiro series, 2006

1

Thunder rumbled in the summer dawn. Storm clouds absorbed the light breaking above the hills outside Edo, while ashes drifted upon smoke from a fire during the night. Up a broad avenue in the daimyo district, where the feudal lords had their city estates, rode a squadron of samurai. Their horses hooves clattered, disturbing the quiet; their lanterns flickered in the humid air. Night watchmen, slouching against the high stone walls that lined the street, jerked to attention, surprised by the sudden excitement at the end of a long, uneventful shift. Windows opened in the barracks that topped the walls; sleepy, curious soldiers peered out as the squadron halted outside me gate of Lord Mori, daimyo of Suwo and Nagato provinces.

Hirata dismounted, strode up to the soldiers guarding the portals, and said, Im here to raid this estate. Let us in.

Resentment evident in their faces, the guards swung open the gates. Theyd spied the triple-hollyhock-leaf crests, symbols of the ruling Tokugawa regime, that Hirata and his men wore on their armor tunics. Even the powerful provincial lords must bow to Tokugawa authority. And they recognized Hirata as the shoguns sosakan-sama- Most Honorable Investigator of Events, Situations, and People. They dared not disobey him.

As Hirata invaded the estate with the hundred men of his detective corps, he walked with a limp from a serious injury that had healed but still caused him pain. Yet he kept up a quick pace at the head of his troops. Cries of confusion erupted as Lord Moris troops swarmed the courtyard.

Round everybody up, Hirata ordered his men. No one leaves or enters the estate until were done. Search this whole place. You know what to look for.

The detectives hastened to comply. Shouting, defiance, and tussles met them. Hirata, accompanied by a team of troops and his two principal retainers, Detectives Inoue and Arai, marched through the inner gate. Across a formal garden of rocks and twisted shrubs loomed the daimyos mansion, a large, half-timbered structure with multiple wings and peaked tile roofs, mounted on a granite foundation. A samurai bustled out the door and rushed down the stone path to meet Hirata.

Im Akera Kanko, chief retainer to Lord Mori. He was some fifty years of age, pompous and stout. Why are you intruding on my master?

Hes under investigation for treason, Hirata said as he and his men advanced on the mansion. Im going to inspect his premises and interrogate everybody here.

Treason? Akera huffed in outrage; he ran to keep up with Hirata. With all due respect, but Lord Mori is no traitor. Hes a loyal subject of the shogun and an ally of his honorable cousin Lord Matsudaira.

Ill be the judge of that, Hirata said.

Several months of investigation had convinced him that Lord Mori was conspiring against Lord Matsudaira, who ruled Japan through the shogun. During the three years since hed seized power after a war with an opposing faction, Lord Matsudaira had evolved from a just, reasonable man to a tyrant fearful of losing his position. Hed demoted and banished officials he didnt trust, and subjected the daimyo to strict supervision and harsh fines for perceived offenses. This had spawned widespread disgruntlement and many plots to overthrow him.

Hirata mounted the stairs with growing excitement. Today he would find proof of the conspiracy. His investigation would end with the arrest, conviction, and ritual suicide of a traitor. Hirata would serve his honor by defending his superior at a time when his honor badly needed serving and his reputation with Lord Matsudaira and the shogun could use some improvement. He was thirty-one years old, with a career as a police officer behind him and three years in this post, and he should have been able to stay out of trouble, but it seemed he never could.

Now Akera looked terrified. Everyone knew that the penalty for treason was death, and not just for the traitor, but for all his family and close associates. There must be a mistake!

Where is Lord Mori? Hirata asked.

In his private chambers, Akera said.

Take me there, Hirata said.

No one is allowed to disturb Lord Mori without his permission, Akera objected.

I dont need his permission, Hirata said. I have Lord Matsudairas orders.

Very well.

Resigned yet nervous, Akera led Hirata, Inoue, and Arai to a compound at the heart of the estate. There, a spacious garden, landscaped with lush trees, was so quiet that Hirata could hear frogs peeping and crickets chirping. Insects swarmed over a reed-fringed pond coated with green scum. A cloying, sweet scent of flowers mingled with the rank odor of privies. At the center stood a rustic villa. Ivy draped its barred windows; deep eaves sheltered the veranda. Hirata and his companions approached the villa along one of several covered corridors that extended from the main mansion. They bypassed the guards stationed outside and stepped into the entryway.

The detectives shone their lanterns beyond, illuminating a mazelike space divided by partitions. The air was warmer and staler than outside. Hirata had a sudden impression that something was wrong. He and the detectives exchanged frowns. At the same moment they heard whimpering. The sour, metallic odor of blood hit them.

Behind them, on the veranda, Akera asked, What is it?

Hirata motioned Akera to keep quiet. He and his men tiptoed through the maze of rooms, skirted partitions, edged around furniture. The whimpering grew louder, punctuated by sobs. It came from the villas far end, where a gap yawned in the partitions. The smell of blood grew stronger. Hirata and his men halted and peered through the gap.

Inside was a bedchamber inhabited by two nude figures, one a man, the other a woman. The mans heavyset body lay prone on a futon. The woman knelt close to the man, bent over him. Her long, black hair veiled her nakedness and her face. She whimpered, sobbed, and gasped as she shook his shoulders. Where his genitals should have been, a red wound glistened. Blood that had spilled from the wound, and from gashes in his torso, drenched the bed and spread in a thick puddle on the tatami floor. A chrysanthemum rested in the puddle, its cut stem submerged, its white petals stained crimson. Nearby, alongside a heap of robes, lay a dagger with a bloodstained blade and the mans severed penis and testicles.

Hirata and his men exclaimed in horrified unison. Akera, whod followed them, cried, Lord Mori!

The woman looked up. Her hair fell aside to reveal her bare breasts and swollen abdomen. Red smears of Lord Moris blood colored her pale skin. Her delicate, pretty features were contorted by shock and terror, her eyes wild. As she tried to cover herself with her hands, Hirata noted that she was some five months pregnant.

Akera rushed into the room and fell to his knees beside Lord Mori. He shouted his masters name and seized his hand, but Lord Mori neither answered nor stirred.

Detective Arai crouched, felt Lord Moris pulse, and bent over to listen for breath. Hes dead.

But Hirata barely listened. He and the woman stared at each other in amazed mutual recognition. Lady Reiko, Hirata said in a voice hushed with disbelief.

She was the wife of Chamberlain Sano, the man Hirata called master. Hiratas horror at the mutilation and death of Lord Mori increased tenfold. Merciful gods, what are you doing here?

Reiko shook her head as if dazed. She cowered under the mens scrutiny, while outside the thunder boomed and rain fell in a torrent.

Akera staggered over to her. She murdered Lord Mori! he cried, his face livid with rage, his finger jabbing at Reiko in accusation. She cut off his manhood and killed him!

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