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The Dragon Scroll
[Sugawara Akitada 03]
By I. J. Parker
Scanned & Proofed By MadMaxAU
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CHARACTERS
(Family names precede given names.)
Main Characters
Sugawara Akitada Nobleman, presently in his mid-twenties, a minor
government official on special assignment to Kazusa province
Seimei Family retainer of the Sugawaras and Akitada’s
trusted companion
Tora A deserter who becomes Akitada’s servant
Persons Connected with the Murder Cases
Fujiwara Motosuke Governor of Kazusa province; cousin of Kosehira
Secretary Akinobu Motosuke’s right-hand man
Captain Yukinari Commandant of the provincial garrison
Prefect Ikeda Administrator of a local district; subordinate to
Motosuke
Lord Tachibana Retired former governor of the province
Lady Tachibana His young wife
Master Joto Abbot of the Temple of Fourfold Wisdom
Kukai Deacon of the temple
Higekuro Crippled instructor in martial arts
Ayako His older daughter, also a teacher of martial arts
Otomi His younger daughter, a deaf-mute painter
The Rat A beggar
Hidesato An unemployed soldier
Fujiwara Kosehira Nobleman in the capital; Akitada’s best friend
Takashina Tasuku Another friend in the capital
Lady Asagao Lady-in-waiting in the imperial household
Others
Minamoto Yutaka President of the Bureau of Censors
Soga Ietada Minister of justice
Sato, Peony, Junjiro Servants in the Tachibana household
Scarface, Yushi, Jubei Three hoodlums
Jasmin A prostitute
Jisai A peddler
Seifu A silk merchant
(Also assorted monks, soldiers, and townspeople)
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THE
DRAGON SCROLL
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PROLOGUE
THE WATCHERS
Heian Kyo (Kyoto):
Leaf-Turning Month (September), a.d. 1014
T
here were two watchers in the garden that night.
One was the old man on the veranda who leaned forward a little when he heard light footsteps on the path from the small pavilion in back.
The young woman was coming back. Alone! He feasted his eyes for a moment on the shimmer of multicolored silk gauze and the sparkle of gold in her hair. The light of the moon was uncertain under the trees, and his eyes were weak with age. It was a moment before he realized that she was weeping. She stumbled near the street gate, her full sleeve pressed to her face, a slender arm groping the way. At the gate she stopped to look back toward the pavilion; then she slipped out and was gone.
The old man grinned toothlessly. A lovers’ spat. His boarder was an exceptionally handsome young man. No wonder he had been able to form an alliance with a lady of a rank so exalted that she wore fabrics and golden hairpins forbidden to lesser mortals.
He was pleased. His life had contracted to the narrow span of garden viewed from his veranda, and the vicarious enjoyment of the secret pleasures of the highborn filled his lonely hours with intriguing speculations. He looked forward to other nights and more entertainment. Sighing happily, he tottered off to bed.
The second watcher was also pleased. He had been crouching in the shrubbery, having followed the couple to their hideaway. He, too, had noted the golden jewelry in the lady’s hair. When she rushed past him into the street, it was an unforeseen piece of luck. He had not expected her to leave so soon—or alone—and he followed her.
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The lady ran quickly through the deserted streets. She had never before passed this way, or anywhere, alone. Ordinarily she traveled by carriage or palanquin, and always with attendants, but this was no ordinary errand. Whenever they had walked this way together, she had hidden behind her veil and allowed him to lead her. Now she looked anxiously for familiar landmarks.
Once or twice she took a wrong turn. At one point she thought she heard footsteps behind her and hoped it was her lover, but when she turned she saw no one. Most of the old houses lining the streets were uninhabited and falling into ruin. Others were hidden behind thickets of dense shrubbery, their gates firmly locked against unwelcome guests.
Gradually her steps faltered. The moon silvered traces of her tears. Their meetings at the hidden pavilion had been desperately secret. Nothing had mattered when weighed against their passion. She had willingly put her life into her lover’s hands, and now she was alone and in despair.
The streets lay empty, but in the trees silent shapes moved in search of prey. Somewhere a small animal shrieked and something thrashed about. She clasped her trailing skirts to her and began to run again, sudden fear of night-hunting tigers and bloody-fanged demons dogging her steps. Strange shapes loomed out of the darkness of abandoned gardens; eerie sounds came from the branches of towering trees. When a night bird started up, its wing brushing her cheek, she cried out to the goddess Kannon.
Then she saw the gilded roof ornament of the pagoda and sighed with relief. She had reached the broken wall of the old abandoned temple and knew where she was. The holy buildings lay silent and peaceful in the moonlight. The goddess, protector of the weak and troubled, resided there and had heard her cry.
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Just past the temple, in an open field where squatters had built their tattered shacks, the second watcher caught up with the young woman.
The human predator had expected his prey to return with her lover, whose long sword he had prepared against by positioning his men close by, but this was far better.
Grinning, he jumped into her path. She stopped and gasped. Just then the clouds parted and the moonlight fell on his face. Recoiling in horror, she screamed.
This time the goddess did not hear.
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ONE