I. Parker - Island of Exiles

And there is a good chance that Kumo has not taken over the island yet.”

Haseo tried to stagger to his feet and failed. “How do you know it’s safe?” he demanded, looking around anxiously.

“My friends are also hiding. It’s too long a story to tell now, but there is a nun who has healing skills. Her hermitage is up on that mountain. She will see to your wound.” Akitada’s eyes searched the line of trees on the other side of the road. There was no sign of Ribata and the others yet. He was becoming impatient and worried that they were too close to the highway. “Come, lean on me. We will walk across to the forest and wait there.” Haseo’s eyes followed his. “Sorry,” he said. “You’ll have to go without me. I can stay here.”

“No. Just hold on to me. If I have to, I’ll carry you on my back. You pulled me behind you in the mine, and this is nothing compared to that.”

Haseo submitted with a weak chuckle, and they made their way across the road, and from there through the field of tall waving grasses toward the steep, wooded mountainside.

But Haseo sat down abruptly in the middle of the field. “It’s no good,” he gasped. “I have no strength left.” He looked dreadfully pale and, to Akitada’s dismay, blood was seeping from his makeshift bandage again. They had nothing left that could be turned into bandages and regarded each other helplessly. Haseo grinned a little. “You know, for an official and nobleman you’re a remarkably generous and patient man, Akitada. I was right to trust you.” It was the first time Haseo had used his personal name.

Akitada felt touched and honored. “We put our reliance in each other,” he said, squeezing the other man’s shoulder. “When we reach provincial headquarters, I’ll see what can be done about your case, though I’m afraid that I have no influence with the government in Heian-kyo.”

“Never mind. I have some friends,” Haseo said. “Perhaps now, after what has happened to me, they will try their utmost.

There is a chance now where there was none before.”

“Good.” Akitada shaded his eyes against the setting sun and peered toward the mountainside. There they were finally. Three figures emerged from the trees, two women and a man.

Toshito reached them first. Akitada almost did not recognize him. The slender, pale young man he had last seen in the prison cell had become a sturdy bearded peasant. Toshito seemed to have the same problem; his eyes searched their faces, before he nodded to Akitada. But there was nothing friendly or grateful about his welcome.

“Who’s your friend?” he asked bluntly.

“A fellow prisoner. We escaped from Kumo’s mine.” The women joined them then. Ribata gave Haseo a very sweet smile and bowed, her hands folded. “Thanks to all-merciful Buddha you are both safe.”

Akitada made the introductions, adding somewhat stiffly,

“It is very good of you to come to our assistance. I’m afraid my friend is too weak to walk up the mountain.” When Ribata knelt beside Haseo to check his wound, Akitada’s eyes went to Masako.

Like Toshito, she wore rough peasant clothing and her long hair was tied up in a scarf. She blushed charmingly when their eyes met, and he found that her beauty touched him as strongly as it always had.

“How are you, Masako?” he asked, his voice soft with their remembered friendship.

She flushed more deeply and took a step closer to Ribata.

“I’m well, thank you, my lord. And very glad to see you alive and w . . .” Her voice trailed off. He guessed that she had meant to say “well,” but that he looked too shocking for that word.

Her manner puzzled him, and her address proved that she knew his identity. Had she told the others? Well, it did not matter any longer.

“I see you know who I am,” he said. “Did you read the documents hidden in the lining of my robe?” She looked uncomfortable but nodded. “I felt paper.

Since water would have ruined it, I undid the stitches. I saw the imperial seal-just like one in the governor’s office-but I put everything back after I had washed your gown.”

“I know. Thank you.” He wanted to pursue the matter, but decided to wait and instead ask about her relationship with the hostile Toshito. Glancing across to him, he said, “Ribata tells me that you helped the governor’s son escape. That was brave and generous, but surely not very wise. Your father must be frantic with worry about your safety and reputation.” The young man had caught his last words and came over now, his face dark with anger. Putting his arm around Masako’s shoulders, he said sharply, “My wife is under my protection and her reputation is above reproach, so I’d advise you to watch both your tongue and your manners in the future.” Akitada was taken aback-literally. He stepped away from them, his eyes on Masako for confirmation. “Your wife?” She buried her face in Toshito’s shoulder. It was answer enough. Akitada met the smoldering anger in the other man’s eyes and bowed. “My sincere felicitations,” he said lightly. “I had no idea.” Then he turned his back on both of them.

Haseo was explaining his injury to Ribata. “It’s been bleeding all day and part of the night or I’d be as strong as an ox,” he said apologetically.

Ribata nodded. “Yes. I see. Putting moss on the wound was good. Few people know that it stanches bleeding and cools the fever in the wound.”

Haseo smiled up at Akitada. “My friend’s idea.” Toshito, still glowering, joined them. “We could put him on some branches and drag him up to the hermitage, but it will take two strong men to do it, and Lord Sugawara does not look very fit.”

“Oh, no, I’ll walk,” cried Haseo, shocked.

“I’m perfectly capable,” snapped Akitada.

They solved the impasse by Toshito and Akitada supporting Haseo between them. It was an unpleasant collaboration, as their arms touched behind Haseo’s back. For Akitada the journey turned into torment, especially after they began their climb up the mountain. His pride did not allow him to ask for rest periods. Instead he forced himself to keep step with the younger and much healthier Toshito. Somehow they dragged Haseo to the narrow wooden veranda and set him down.

Ribata and Masako disappeared inside, and an awkward silence fell. Haseo was dozing, much as Akitada had earlier.

Toshito stood glowering. Finally Akitada could not bear it any longer. “So you and Masako came here to hide out?” he asked, though the answer was obvious.

Toshito’s lips twisted and he did not bother to answer. There was nothing conciliatory in his manner. Akitada wondered if Masako had told him of their indiscretion. Surely not. But his earlier remarks could not account for this much antagonism.

Could Toshito be blaming Akitada for not having arrived in time to clear him? Whatever the reason, their stay here would be more than uncomfortable if this continued. Akitada swallowed his resentment and tried again.

“I did my best for you and succeeded in getting the information that will clear you,” he said. “I was on my way back when your enemies stopped me.”

“I did not ask for your help and I had nothing to do with what happened to you,” snapped Toshito, and stalked away.

“Hmm,” murmured Haseo, opening his eyes. “That’s a very angry young man. What did you do to him?” Akitada flushed. “Don’t pay any attention to him,” he said evasively. “He’s a moody fellow who has been accused of a murder he did not commit. Perhaps he worries that we will draw our pursuers here.”

But Akitada knew there was more to Toshito’s hostility than mere resentment that he and Haseo had intruded into their safe haven. He recalled that Toshito used to bristle at him even when he thought of him as the prisoner Taketsuna. No, surely the problem was jealousy. Toshito either suspected or knew of his affair with Masako.