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to ambush the Lion. Reiko guessed that Sano feared more sabotage in Miyako.
     
     
Behind them, Detective Marume said, "Merciful gods, this heat is awful." Reiko liked Marume, who was powerfully built and an excellent fighter. "Oh, well, suffering is good for the spirit." Unfailing good cheer rang out in his hearty laugh. To his partner he said, "If I were as skinny as you, Fukida-san, the weather wouldn't bother me so much."
     
     
Reiko peered out the back window at Detective Fukida, who had brooding eyes beneath a brow creased by a seriousness far beyond his twenty-five years. Son of a minor Tokugawa vassal, the young samurai had a poetic bent. He recited
     
     
"Though the summer day burns my skin,
     
     
I shall cool myself by evening on the Sanjo Bridge."
     
     
His allusion to a famous landmark over the Kamo River and the nearness of their destination revived Reiko's excitement. They would reach Miyako in less than an hour; a messenger had been dispatched to announce their arrival. When the investigation began, she would prove herself an asset to Sano instead of a hindrance.
     
     
In the near distance, the road ended at the Great Rampart, an earthen wall that surrounded Miyako, rising like a gray fortress from amid tall bamboo stalks. High rooftops and the framework structures of firewatch towers reached above the top. The Great Rampart had been built one hundred years ago, Reiko recalled, by Toyotomi Hideyoshi, who had fought under General Oda Nobunaga, risen through the ranks of Oda's army, and succeeded to power after his lord's death, reigning supreme over Japan. As governor of Miyako, he'd rebuilt the war-ravaged capital into the city that existed today. Now, as the procession drew closer, Reiko saw the Rashomon Gate, main portal of the Great Rampart. Its red pillars supported gable roofs with gold dolphin finials; a flight of stone steps led into Miyako. Reiko had always wanted to see the site of so many historic events. A shiver of delight rippled through her.
     
     
"How wonderful," she murmured.
     
     
A quick smile from Sano told her he agreed.
     
     
Out the gate came a squadron of soldiers escorting two mounted samurai officials, one old, one young, wearing black ceremonial robes. This welcoming party crossed the arched stone bridge that spanned a wide moat. Sano's procession met the Miyako contingent on an expanse of paved ground at the foot of the bridge, the two sides facing each other in parallel lines.
     
     
The banner bearers introduced Sano by calling out his name and rank. Two Miyako guard captains chorused, "The Honorable Lord Matsudaira Moronobu, deputy and cousin of His Excellency the shogun!"
     
     
The older local official exchanged bows with Sano. "Greetings," he cried. "Welcome to the imperial capital!"
     
     
Shoshidai Matsudaira was an older version of the shogun, Reiko observed, with the same refined features and eager, subservient smile. He said to Sano, "I have heard much about you, and I regret that I've not had the honor of meeting you sooner, because I seldom leave Miyako. Why, it's been-" He turned to the official beside him. "Dear me, how long has it been since I was last in Edo?"
     
     
"A year, my lord," said the younger man. In his early thirties, he was tall and broad-shouldered, with an angular face that tapered from a square jaw to a sharply pointed chin. A wide, full mouth and heavy eyelids gave him a sensual masculine beauty. He had the confident poise of a good sword-fighter and a competent man on his way up the bakufu hierarchy.
     
     
The shoshidai regarded him with affection. "This is Yoriki Hoshina, senior police commander of Miyako and my chief aide."
     
     
Reiko realized that Shoshidai Matsudaira resembled the shogun in more than just appearance: He, too, had a smarter, stronger second-in-command to think and act for him.
     
     
"Please allow me to introduce Detectives Marume and Fukida from my staff," Sano said. The two men bowed. Sano didn't