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study in outrage, returned with the tray of muddied objects and placed it on the table next to the peddler. Taking a sheet of paper from his sash, he tore it carefully in half, wiped his hands thoroughly, and tucked away the rest.
     
    The peddler, seeing the few grimy remnants of his stock-in-trade, uttered a string of shrill wails. Akitada rashly offered to buy what was left and the old man stopped his noise immediately. He quoted an exorbitant price, which Akitada paid. Without a word of thanks the peddler dumped the contents of the tray on the table, flung its rope around his neck, and disappeared into the crowd at a lively pace.
     
    “Oh, the vile person was pretending all the time,” cried Seimei. “What are we to do with this filthy junk?” He poked at the cheap combs and pins with his chopstick. “It isn’t worth two coppers and you gave him twenty. And it’s all women’s stuff anyway. And dirty. No doubt we will both become ill from touching the creature and his trash.”
     
    “You might make our waitress a gift of them,” suggested Akitada. “She seems to be particularly taken with you.”
     
    Seimei’s jaw sagged until he saw Akitada’s grin. He prepared to sweep everything onto the empty pickle tray when Akitada reached out and plucked one small piece from the pile and cleaned it off carefully. “If I am not mistaken,” he said, “this is Chinese cloisonné work, a very strange sort of thing to find in a peddler’s tray. Look, Seimei, it’s a morning glory, and beautifully made, each blue petal and green leaf outlined with gold wire. I wonder how that old man got an exquisite thing like this.” He scanned the crowd for a glimpse of the peddler.
     
    Seimei peered at the tiny flower. “It’s very small. Is it worth twenty coppers?”
     
    “Not in its present condition. Once it was part of a hair ornament, and worth a hundred times that. But few women, even of the noblest houses, wear jewelry nowadays. It’s a puzzle.” Akitada frowned in concentration, then shook his head. “Perhaps it came from a temple robbery. Ancient statues of goddesses often have such ornaments. I shall keep it as a souvenir. Leave the other things for the waitress and let’s go to bed.”
     
    ♦
     
    Tora had not returned by the following morning. Akitada was torn between disappointment that Tora should have left so quickly when he no longer needed protection, and fear that he had got himself into some new trouble. But either way, there was nothing he could do until he had met with the governor.
     
    When Seimei found his master dressed in his usual hunting robe and clean cotton trousers tucked into boots, he objected, insisting that Akitada put on formal court attire for the occasion. Akitada controlled his temper because of Seimei’s recent illness. He sat, quietly fuming, while Seimei unpacked and aired out his one good silk robe, white silk court trousers, and the formal hat of stiffened black gauze, accompanying his ministrations with bitter recriminations about Tora. Putting on the awkward costume did little to improve Akitada’s mood, already tense in anticipation of the coming interview.
     
    The walled compound that housed the provincial government dwarfed the adjoining district administration. Akitada and Seimei passed through a roofed gate supported by red-lacquered pillars. The two trim soldiers, standing stiffly on guard, their halberds pointing skyward, did not prevent their entry but eyed them curiously.
     
    Inside stretched a large courtyard covered with gravel and bisected by a paved walk, about fifty yards long and leading straight to the steps of the main hall. Behind its tall, tiled roof they could see more roofs, some thatched and some tiled, no doubt offices, quarters for the governor’s personal guard, prison, archives, storehouses, and the governor’s private residence and guest quarters.
     
    The reason for the complacent behavior of the two gate guards became apparent. A whole