The Ronin's Mistress is a brilliant new twist on the fabled tale of the 47 Ronin, from Laura Joh Rowlandan author with "a painter's eye for the minutiae of court life [and] a politician's ear for intrigue." The New York Times Book Review
Japan, 1703. On a snowy night, 47 warriors murder the man at the center of the scandal that turned them from samurai into masterless ronin two years before. Clearly this was an act of revengebut why did they wait so long? And is there any reason they should not immediately be ordered to commit ritual suicide?
Sano Ichiro, demoted from Chamberlain to his old post as Most Honorable Investigator of Events, Situations, and People, has mere days to solve the greatest mystery of samurai legendwhile his own fortunes hang in the balance.
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LAURA JOH ROWLAND is the author of fourteen previous Sano Ichiro mysteries. The Fire Kimono was named one of the Wall Street Journal's "Five Best Historical Mystery Novels"; and The Snow Empress and The Cloud Pavilion, were among Publishers Weekly's Best Mysteries of the Year. She lives in New York City.
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THE BLIZZARD ENDED by morning. The sky cleared to a pale blue as dawn glided over the hills east of Edo, leaving the city serene under a mantle of fresh, sparkling snow. Cranes flew over the rise where Edo Castle perched. The great fortress wore white frosting atop its walls and guard towers. In the innermost precinct of the castle stood the palace. Dark cypress beams gridded the white plaster walls of the low, interconnected buildings; gold dragons crowned the peaks of its tile roofs. In the garden, boulders and shrubs were smooth white mounds. Ice glazed a pond surrounded by trees whose bare branches spread lacy black patterns against the brightening sky. The snow on the lawn and gravel paths was pristine, undisturbed by footprints. The garden appeared deserted, but appearances were deceiving.
Under a large pine tree, in a shelter formed by its spreading boughs, three samurai crouched. Sano Ichiro, the shogun's sosakan-sama — Most Honorable Investigator of Events, Situations, and People — huddled with his two top detectives, Marume and Fukida. Although they'd covered the ground with a quilt and they wore hats, gloves, fleece-lined boots, and layers of thick, padded clothing, they were shivering. They'd been here all night, and their shelter was cold enough that they could see their breath. Sano flexed his numb fingers and toes in an attempt to ward off frostbite, as he and his men watched the palace through gaps between the bristly, resin-scented pine sprigs.
"Pretty, isn't it?" said Fukida, the slight, serious detective.
"I would think it a lot prettier if I were sitting in a hot bath." The big, muscular Marume was usually jovial but was cross now, after an uncomfortable night.
Sano didn't join the conversation. He was too cold and too downcast after a long run of trouble. Although he usually put on a cheerful appearance for the sake of morale, that had gotten harder as the months passed.
Footsteps crunched the snow. Sano put his finger to his lips, then pointed outside. A man slouched into view. He wore a straw snow cape and a wicker hat. Furtive, he looked around. No one was watching that he could see. Sano had given the patrol guards the night off.
"It's him," Fukida said. "At last."
Their quarry sidled up to the palace, climbed the stairs to the veranda, and stopped by the door. He lifted his cape, exposing stout legs, the loincloth wrapped around his waist and crotch, and voluminous white buttocks. He squatted and defecated.
This was the person who'd been sneaking around and fouling the palace late at night or early in the morning.
Sano, Marume, and Fukida leaped out from under the pine boughs. Marume yelled, "Hah! Got you!"
The man looked up, startled. He was a pimple-faced youth. Terrified by the sight of three samurai charging toward him, he jumped up to run, but he slipped in the snow and fell on the dung he'd just dropped. Marume and Fukida caught him. They held him while he struggled and began to cry.
"You're under arrest," Fukida said.
"Phew, you stink!" Marume said.
Sano asked the captive, "What's your name?"
"Hitoshi," the man mumbled between sobs.
"Who are you?" Sano said.
"I'm an underservant in the castle." Underservants did the most menial, dirtiest jobs — mopping floors, cleaning privies.
"Why have you been defecating on the palace?" Sano said.
"My boss is always picking on me. Once he made me lick a chamber pot clean." Hitoshi turned sullen. "I just wanted to get him in trouble."
"Well, you succeeded," Marume said. The supervisor of servants, who was responsible for keeping the castle clean, had been reprimanded by the shogun, the military dictator who lived in the palace and ruled Japan. The shogun had ordered Sano to personally catch the culprit. "Now you're in even bigger trouble."
What Hitoshi had done wasn't just unsanitary. It was a grave criminal offense.
"Come along," Fukida said. He and Marume hauled Hitoshi down the steps.
Hitoshi resisted, dragging his feet. "Where are you taking me?" "To the shogun," Sano said.
As Hitoshi protested, pleaded, and wept, the detectives hustled him along. Fukida said, "Another job well done."
"Indeed." Sano heard the rancor in his own voice. This was a far cry from solving important murder cases, as he'd once done. It was also a huge fall from the post he'd once held — chamberlain of Japan, second-in-command to the shogun. But Sano couldn't complain. After the catastrophe almost two years ago, he knew he should be thankful that his head was still on his body.
Marume said quietly, "Sometimes in this life you just have to take what you can get."
* * *
IN THE AUDIENCE chamber inside Edo Castle, Shogun Tokugawa Tsunayoshi sat on the dais, enfolded in quilts up to the weak chin of his mild, aristocratic face. He wore a thick scarf under the cylindrical black cap of his rank. Smoking charcoal braziers surrounded him and three old men from the Council of Elders — Japan's chief governing body — who knelt on the upper of two levels of floor below the dais. The sliding walls were open to the veranda, where Sano stood with Marume and Fukida. Hitoshi knelt at their feet, sobbing. The shogun had forbidden Sano to bring the disgusting captive inside the chamber. Hence, Sano and his detectives were out in the cold, as if they were pariahs — which, in fact, they were.
"So this is the man who has been defiling my castle?" The shogun hadn't even bothered to greet Sano. He squinted at Hitoshi.
"Yes, Your Excellency." Sano knew the shogun didn't owe him any thanks for his work or for fourteen years of loyal, unstinting service. That was Bushido, the Way of the Warrior, the samurai code of honor. But the snub rankled nonetheless. "We caught him in the act."
The shogun said to Hitoshi, "What have you to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry!" Hitoshi was hysterical with fright. "Please have mercy!"
The shogun flapped his hand. "I hereby sentence you to execution." The elders nodded in approval. The shogun spoke in Sano's general direction: "Get him out of my sight."
Marume and Fukida raised the blubbering Hitoshi to his feet and dragged him away. Sano frowned.
At last the shogun deigned to acknowledge Sano's presence. "What's the matter?"
"The death penalty seems excessive," Sano said.
Two years ago the shogun would have quailed in the face of criticism from Sano, his trusted advisor; he would have doubted the wisdom of his decision. But now he said peevishly, "That man insulted me. He deserves to die."
"Any act against His Excellency is tantamount to treason," said one of the elders, Kato Kinhide. He had a wide, flat face with leathery skin, like a mask with narrow slits cut for the eyes and mouth. "Under Tokugawa law, treason is punishable by death."
Another elder, named Ihara Eigoro, said, "Not in all cases. Some people are the lucky exceptions." Short and hunched, he resembled an ape. He looked pointedly at Sano.
Sano tried not to bristle at this mean-spirited reference to the incident that had precipitated his downfall. He faced the two elders, his political opponents. "There was no treason in the case you're referring to." He'd never betrayed the shogun; he'd not committed the horrendous act for which he'd been blamed.
"Oh?" Ihara said. "I heard otherwise."
The third elder spoke up. "You've been listening to the wrong people." He was Ohgami Kaoru, Sano's lone ally on the council. Quiet and thoughtful, he seemed young despite his eighty years and white hair.
The shogun frowned in vexation. "You're always saying things that don't make sense." Not known for intelligence, he never grasped the veiled allusions, the undercurrents of a discussion. Entire conversations took place over his head. But lately, Sano noticed, the shogun perceived that they were taking place even if he didn't comprehend them. "I don't like it. Say what you mean."
"I'll be glad to explain what everyone's talking about, Your Excellency," Chamberlain Yanagisawa Yoshiyasu said as he strode into the room, accompanied by his son, Yoritomo. Mirror images, the two had the same tall, strong, slender physique, the same dark, liquid eyes, lustrous black hair, and striking, masculine beauty. Sano didn't react outwardly to them, but inside he seethed with anger and hatred.
He and Yanagisawa had been rivals since he'd first joined the regime fourteen years ago. Yanagisawa had then been chamberlain. Events had led to Yanagisawa's being exiled and Sano's becoming chamberlain. But Yanagisawa had staged a miraculous comeback. The shogun had then decreed that Yanagisawa and Sano would share the position of second-in-command and run the government as co-chamberlains. Sano would have accepted that, but Yanagisawa couldn't. With a brilliant, stunning act of cruelty, Yanagisawa had engineered Sano's fall.
"Good morning to you, too, Honorable Chamberlain," Sano said. "To what do we owe the honor of your company?" But he knew. Yanagisawa had a sixth sense that warned him whenever Sano was with the shogun. He always managed to put in an appearance.
Yanagisawa ignored the greeting. "Sano-san and the Council of Elders are discussing the terrible crime that he committed against you two years ago, when he investigated a case of kidnapping. Five women were kidnapped and raped. One was your wife. She suffered terribly because Sano-san didn't solve the case soon enough to prevent her from becoming a victim."
"Now she's too sick and too afraid to leave her bedchamber," Yoritomo said. He always tagged after his father, whom he adored.
Under other circumstances the shogun might have forgotten the whole affair. Two years was too long for his capricious nature to sustain a grudge, and he cared nothing for his wife. Their marriage was a matter of political convenience, and he preferred men to women. But Yanagisawa and Yoritomo were always reminding him. Now he glared at Sano.
"How could you do such a terrible thing to me?" the shogun demanded. Never mind that his wife was the one who'd suffered; he took everything personally. "After all I've done for you. Without me, you would be a, ahh, nobody!" Sano had been a ronin — a masterless samurai — until he'd entered the Tokugawa regime as a detective inspector in the police department. During his first murder case he'd caught the shogun's attention. The shogun had created a new position just for Sano — Most Honorable Investigator of Events, Situations, and People. Ever since then he'd accused Sano of ingratitude and overlooked the fact that Sano had more than earned his good fortune, often paying for it with his own blood.
Nettled, Sano defended himself yet again. "With all due respect, your wife's kidnapping wasn't a part of the set of crimes. Chamberlain Yanagisawa engineered her kidnapping and rape."
"Rubbish," Kato scoffed.
Ihara seconded him; they were both Yanagisawa's cronies. "You've no proof."
Sano had tried and failed to turn up any evidence against Yanagisawa, who'd thoroughly covered his tracks.
"Sano-san's accusation is a pitiful attempt to shift the blame, Your Excellency," Yanagisawa said. "It's his word against mine. And you've already decided whom to believe."
He mounted the dais and knelt in the position of honor at the shogun's right. He gave Sano a smug smile, enjoying his own privileged status and Sano's ignominious position outside in the cold. Yoritomo sat close to the shogun, on his left. He gleamed maliciously at Sano.
An eerie shiver rippled down Sano's spine. The resemblance between Yoritomo and Yanagisawa grew stronger every year, while the son aged and the father never seemed to change. And they shared a history as well as their looks.
In his youth, Yanagisawa had been a mere son of a vassal of a minor lord. Then he'd enchanted the shogun with his beauty, charm, and sexual skills. The shogun came to rely on his counsel and turned over the administration to Yanagisawa.
Yoritomo was the product of an affair between Yanagisawa and a court lady-in-waiting, a distant cousin of the shogun's. Yoritomo too had enchanted the shogun with his beauty, charm, and sexual skills. Now he occupied his father's former position as the shogun's favorite lover. The shogun relied more and more on his advice. Yanagisawa and Yoritomo had a hold over the shogun that no one could break.
Sano thought of his own son, Masahiro, who was eleven years old. He could never make Masahiro into such a political pawn. He loved Masahiro too much.
"You're right," Yoritomo said to Ihara. "Sano-san has been bad for the Tokugawa clan, and he's lucky to be alive."
He hated Sano as much as his father did. When Yanagisawa had been exiled, Yoritomo had stayed in Edo with the shogun. Sano had befriended the youth, who was vulnerable to his father's enemies. Then Yanagisawa had secretly returned, and Yoritomo had helped him stage his comeback. Yanagisawa had attacked Sano from behind the scenes until Sano had lured Yanagisawa out of hiding. Sano had used Yoritomo for bait, in a cruel trick that Yoritomo couldn't forgive, even though Sano had apologized. It didn't matter to Yoritomo that he'd conspired against Sano and deserved retaliation. Yoritomo was now Sano's bitter enemy.
"Yes, I, ahh, should have put you to death for what you did to me, Sano-san." The shogun looked puzzled. "Why didn't I?"
Everybody spoke at once. Sano said, "Because you know in your heart that I'm innocent," while Yanagisawa said, "Because you're too kind, Your Excellency." "Because Sano-san manipulated you," Yoritomo said. Ohgami said, "Because you need his services."
There was truth to all these reasons why Sano had been demoted to his former position instead of being forced to commit ritual suicide, the samurai alternative to execution. The shogun wasn't entirely cowed by Yanagisawa and Yoritomo, and he probably suspected they'd set Sano up. He did have some compassion under his selfishness. Some fast talking by Sano had convinced the shogun not to give him the death penalty. And the shogun had always needed Sano to save the regime from various troubles.
Furthermore, Sano still had friends among important Tokugawa officials and powerful daimyo, feudal lords who ruled the provinces. They'd pressured the shogun to keep him alive. And Yanagisawa had many enemies, who supported Sano as their best hope of checking his rise to absolute power. But no one could say any of this openly. The shogun didn't know about the struggle over control of the regime. Yanagisawa and his rivals didn't want their lord to find out. A conspiracy of silence reigned.
But that didn't prevent Yanagisawa and Yoritomo from doing everything they could to denigrate Sano in front of the shogun. Yanagisawa said, "Even though Sano-san deserves a harsher punishment, at least he's back where he belongs."
Sano gritted his teeth. The demotion was an extreme loss of face, a crushing blow to his samurai honor. Although he knew he must persevere for the sake of his family, his retainers, and everyone else whose fortune depended on him, in his darkest hours he thought death would have been better than this constant humiliation.
"Being chamberlain was too big a job for Sano-san," Yoritomo chimed in. "Catching louts who defile the palace is more his size."
Ihara and Kato nodded their agreement. Ohgami said, "That's ridiculous, considering that Sano-san did a commendable job running the government in the past." He aimed a pointed glance at Yanagisawa. "Better than some people."
The corrupt Yanagisawa had embezzled from the treasury, had bribed and threatened officials and daimyo into swearing loyalty to him, and had usurped power from the shogun. The honest men in the regime didn't like the return to that state of affairs. Less did they like the fact that the current strife between Sano and Yanagisawa wasn't just another episode in a long-running feud. Yanagisawa was more dangerous than ever. Yanagisawa had demonstrated his willingness to shed blood to win power. If provoked, he could start a war that Japan couldn't survive.
Ohgami was too afraid to speak openly against Yanagisawa. The other elders ignored Ohgami. The shogun frowned, irate because the conversation was going over his head again.
"Well, I hope you have, ahh, learned your lesson, Sano-san." The shogun waved his hand. "You're dismissed. Oh, and shut the door before you go. I'm cold."
"Yes, Your Excellency." Sano had no right to object; the shogun could treat him however he chose. A samurai must serve his lord without complaint, regardless of the lord's behavior or character faults. That was the Way of the Warrior. But Sano's endurance was stretched to its limits. He turned to leave before he did something he would regret.
Excerpted from "The Ronin's Mistress"
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
In 1703 Edo, forty-seven ronin samurai arrive at the estate of the Shogun Tsunayoshi's master of ceremonies Kira Yoshinaka. Though the shogun had declared no vendetta, in an act of revenge for turning them into masterless ronin twenty-two months ago; the band's leader Oishi Kuranosuke beheads Yoshinaka for his evil involvement in the death of their master Lord Asano during a feud; others at the estate were also killed. Having been demoted from Chamberlain back to his previous job as the Most Honorable Investigator of Events, Situations, and People, Sano Ichiro leads the investigation though he seethes that manipulative, corrupt, ambitious and lethal Yanagisawa was back in power as the Chamberlain. At the same time, Kuranosuke's mistress Okaru informs Ichiro's wife Reiko, that the feud is not what is publically believed. Ichiro looks into the strange case of the forty-seven who completed a cleansing ritual and wait further "orders", but came quietly with him and his detectives. Now he needs to recommend whether the forty-seven commit ritual suicide as the honorable end to the dispute. This is a great entry in the Feudal Japan saga (see The Fire Kimono and The Cloud Pavilion) based on the legend of the 47 Ronin. The story line is fast-paced from the moment Kuranosuke severs the head of Yoshinaka and never slows down as dedicated Ichiro and his wife uncover anomalies in what looks like a shut and closed case. Harriet Klausner
I’m still a loyal reader of Sano Ichiro novels. I love them. I love the mystery, the political intrigue and how Sano is always dangling by the thread but manages to save the day but there’s always something looming around the corner where he’ll be dangling by a thread again. This one was good, loyal readers will enjoy this and new readers will also like this. Background information on the 47 ronin helps a bit but not necessary. The title is a bit misleading, the Mistress is mentioned, but she doesn’t really play such a huge role in the book nevertheless. The plot was pretty good. Lots of twists and turns, and when you get towards the ending that’s where everything is so skillfully packed in you’ll feel like rereading it again just in case you missed something important. It’s always the last third of the book that gets you in the gut! The only gripe I have, and I’ve been ranting about this for the past few novels now is the mystical Hirata issue. Please stop. It’s getting ridiculous and I’m finding when Hirata is featured, I’m starting to dread it. He used to be a personal favorite. Now he’s become this annoying mystical pest and I don’t care if he can feel auras of other people and can meditate in pretzel format (no, he doesn’t do this, but you know what I mean). He’s starting to become something I don’t want to read about. Please stop before you go further. This series DOES NOT need anything supernatural. Keep it real. Please. Loyal fans will like this, newbies will too. A great historical read (and not many features in medieval Japan!) give it a go!