Laura Rowland - The Concubine’s Tattoo

Reiko choked down a sob, and saw O-sugi regarding her with sympathy. O-sugi had been married at fourteen to a middle-aged Nihonbashi shopkeeper who’d beaten her daily, until the neighbors complained that her cries disturbed them. The case had come before Magistrate Ueda, who sentenced the shopkeeper to a beating, granted O-sugi a divorce, and hired her as nurse to his infant daughter. O-sugi was the only mother Reiko had ever known. Now the bond between them strengthened with the poignant similarity in their situations: one rich, one poor, yet both prisoners of society, their fate dependent upon men.

O-sugi embraced Reiko, saying sadly, “My poor young lady. Life will be easier if you just accept it.” Then, in an effort to be cheerful, “After all this wedding excitement, you must be starving. How about some tea and buns-the pink kind, with sweet chestnut paste inside?” This was Reiko’s favorite treat.”I’ll bring them right away.”

The nurse limped out of the room: Her brutal husband had permanently crippled her left leg. Seeing this ignited angry determination inside Reiko. Then and there she refused to let marriage cripple her own body, or mind. She would not be imprisoned inside this house, talents and ambitions wasted. She would live!

Reiko rose and fetched a cloak from the wardrobe. Then she hurried to the front door, where Sano’s staff was unloading the wedding gifts.

“How may I serve you, Honorable Madam?” asked the chief manservant.

“I don’t need anything,” Reiko said.”I’m going out.”

The servant said haughtily, “A lady cannot just walk out of the castle alone. It’s against the law.”

He arranged an escort of maids and soldiers. He summoned a palanquin and six bearers and installed her inside the ornate, cushioned sedan chair. He gave the escort commander the official document that allowed Reiko passage in and out of the castle, then asked her, “Where shall I tell the sōsakan-sama you’ve gone?”

Reiko was appalled. What could she do while hampered by a sixteen-person entourage that would undoubtedly report her every move to Sano and everyone else at Edo Castle? “To visit my father,” she said, accepting defeat.

Trapped in the palanquin, she rode through the castle’s winding stone passages, past guard towers and patrolling soldiers. The escort commander presented her pass at the security checkpoints; soldiers opened gates and let the procession continue downhill. Mounted samurai cantered past. Windows in the covered corridors that topped the walls offered brief glimpses of Edo’s rooftops, spread out on the plain below, and the fiery red-and-gold autumn foliage along the Sumida River. Against the distant western sky, Mount Fuji ’s ethereal white peak soared. Reiko saw it all through the small, narrow window of the palanquin. She sighed.

However, once outside the castle’s main gate and past the great walled estates of the daimyo, Reiko’s spirits rose. Here, in the administrative district, located in Hibiya, south of Edo Castle, the city’s high officials lived and worked in office-mansions. Here Reiko had enjoyed the childhood whose end she now regretted so keenly. But perhaps it wasn’t entirely lost.

At Magistrate Ueda’s estate, she alit from the palanquin. Leaving her entourage outside the wall among the strolling dignitaries and hurrying clerks, she approached the sentries stationed at the gate’s roofed portals.

“Good afternoon, Miss Reiko,” they greeted her.

“Is my father home?” she asked.

“Yes, but he’s hearing a case.”

Reiko wasn’t surprised that the conscientious magistrate had returned to work when the wedding banquet was canceled. In the courtyard she wove through a crowd of townspeople, police, and prisoners awaiting the magistrate’s attention, into the low, half-timbered building. She slipped past the administrative offices and shut herself up inside a chamber adjacent to the Court of Justice.

The room, once a closet, was barely big enough to hold its one tatami mat. With no windows, it was dim and stuffy, yet Reiko had spent some of her happiest hours here. One wall was made of woven lattice. Through the chinks, Reiko had a perfect view of the court. On the other side of the wall her father occupied the dais, wearing black judicial robes, his back to her, flanked by secretaries. Lanterns lit the long hall, where the defendant, his hands tied behind him, knelt on the shirasu, an area of floor directly before the dais, covered with white sand, symbol of truth. Police, witnesses, and the defendant’s family knelt in rows in the audience section; sentries guarded the doors.

Reiko knelt to watch the proceedings, as she’d done countless times before. Trials fascinated her. They showed a side of life that she could not experience firsthand. Magistrate Ueda had indulged her interest, letting her use this room. Reiko’s tongue touched her chipped tooth as she smiled in fond memory.

“What have you to say in your own defense, Moneylender Igarashi?” Magistrate Ueda asked the prisoner.

“Honorable Magistrate, I swear I did not kill my partner,” the defendant said with earnest sincerity.”We fought over the favors of the courtesan Hyacinth because we were drunk, but we settled our differences.” Tears ran down the defendant’s face.”I loved my partner like a brother. I don’t know who stabbed him.”

During discussions of cases, Reiko had impressed Magistrate Ueda with her insight; he’d come to value her judgment. Now she whispered through the lattice, “The moneylender is lying, Father. He’s still jealous of his partner. And now their whole fortune is his. Push him hard-he’ll break and confess.”

She’d often given her advice during trials this way, and Magistrate Ueda had often followed it, with good results, but now his shoulders stiffened; his head turned slightly. Instead of interrogating the defendant, Magistrate Ueda said, “This session will adjourn for a moment.” Rising, he left the courtroom.

Then the door to Reiko’s chamber opened. There in the corridor stood her father, regarding her with consternation. “Daughter.” Taking Reiko’s arm, he led her down the hall, into his private office. “Your first visit home shouldn’t take place until tomorrow, and your husband must accompany you. You know the custom. What are you doing here, alone, now? Is something wrong?”

“Father, I-”

Suddenly Reiko’s brave defiance crumbled. Sobbing, she poured out her misgivings about marriage; the dreams she could not forsake. Magistrate Ueda listened sympathetically, but when she’d finished and calmed down, he shook his head and said, “I should not have raised you to expect more from life than is possible for a woman. It was an act of foolish love and poor judgment on my part, which I deeply regret. But what’s done is done. We cannot go back, but only forward. You must not watch any more trials, or assist with my work as I’ve mistakenly allowed you to do in the past. Your place is with your husband.”

Even as Reiko saw the door to her youth close forever, a gleam of hope brightened the dark horizon of her future. Magistrate Ueda’s last sentence recalled her fantasy of sharing Sōsakan Sano’s adventures. In ancient times, samurai women had ridden into battle beside their men. Reiko remembered the incident that had ended the wedding festivities.

Earlier, preoccupied with her own problems, she’d given hardly a thought to Sano’s new case; now, her interest stirred.

“Maybe I could help investigate Lady Harume’s death,” she said thoughtfully.

Concern shadowed Magistrate Ueda’s face. “Reiko-chan.” His voice was kind, but stern. “You’re smarter than many men, but you are young, naïve, and far too confident of your own limited abilities. Any affair involving the shogun’s court is fraught with danger. Sōsakan Sano will not welcome your interference. And what could you, a woman, do anyway?”