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company of guardsmen was drilling, and an official in the sober dark robe of a clerk detached himself from a small group of watchers and came toward them.
     
    “May I direct you?” he asked, bowing deeply because Akitada’s silk robe and stiffened black cap marked him as a person of rank.
     
    “I am Sugawara Akitada, the inspector, just arrived from the imperial capital,” Akitada told him, suddenly glad that he had submitted to Seimei’s demands. “You may take me to the governor.”
     
    The other man started, then paled and fell to his knees, bowing his head to the ground. “This insignificant person is the governor’s secretary, Akinobu. Your Excellency is expected, but we thought... That is, the forerunner of an official cortege usually arrives well ahead of the dignitary. A thousand pardons for not being prepared to receive Your Excellency with the appropriate honors. I hope Your Excellency had no trouble on the journey?”
     
    Akitada noted the man’s nervousness and took secret satisfaction from their unorthodox arrival. He said breezily, “None at all. I traveled on horseback, accompanied by my secretary, Seimei, and one servant who will arrive later. Please rise.”
     
    Akinobu rose, his thin face a study of alarm and puzzlement, but he said nothing, merely bowed and led them through the main administration hall, a large empty space with beautifully polished dark floors and painted beams supporting the soaring roof. This building, Akitada knew, was for official receptions and public hearings. Beyond the main hall they crossed another wide courtyard and entered a second, somewhat smaller hall, this one divided by tall screens into individual offices, where many clerks were busily copying records, filing documents, and consulting registers.
     
    “The governor’s library,” Akinobu said, ushering them into an elegant room furnished with shelves of leather document boxes, handsome lacquer desks, and paintings. The wooden floor was covered with thick grass mats, and several silk cushions rested on these. “Please be seated. His Excellency will join you immediately.”
     
    When Akinobu had withdrawn and they had sat down on the silk cushions, Seimei whispered, “Who would have expected such elegant surroundings in a province?”
     
    Akitada did not answer. He was looking at a set of very fine scroll paintings of the four seasons displayed on a standing screen. The governor was a man of taste as well as wealth.
     
    They did not have to wait long. Fujiwara Motosuke bounced in, fluttering his hands excitedly, a wide smile on his face, and cried, “Welcome, welcome, welcome! How glad I am to see you, my dear Sugawara! All safe and sound? What very good fortune!” He spread his arms wide to embrace his guest.
     
    Akitada was taken aback not only by the greeting but by Motosuke’s resemblance to his cousin Kosehira. Though the governor was about twenty years older than Akitada’s friend, he had the same short, stout body and, apparently, uncrushably cheerful disposition. There were a few silver threads in his well-oiled black hair and his mustache was thicker and grew downward, but Akitada had an eerie feeling that he was seeing an older Kosehira.
     
    Seimei knelt, touching his forehead to the mat in the prescribed deep obeisance, but Akitada remained seated and merely inclined his head politely and without smiling. He was intensely aware of being rude, but he could hardly allow this man, who was under heavy suspicion of having diverted three years of provincial taxes into his own pockets, to embrace him like a long-lost brother.
     
    The governor blinked. Under normal conditions, his rank and age placed him several degrees above Akitada, but Akitada had chosen to assert his temporary status as kageyushi, imperial inspector charged with examining the records of an outgoing governor.
     
    Motosuke dropped his outstretched arms and seated himself, beginning a nervous spate of more welcoming words and