Joju held his hands over the woman, palms down, just above her body. He moved them slowly up and down her length, not touching her. The air between his hands and the woman shimmered. The smell of incense grew stronger, the air thick with smoke. An eerie feeling rippled through Sano. His eyes, throat, and head began to ache. The detectives stirred uneasily. Onaru moaned as if in pain.
"I feel the presence of not one, not two, but three spirits inside her," Joju said.
The audience murmured in consternation. The moneylender said, "Please, can you make them go away?"
"I will try," Joju said.
"This should be good," Marume whispered to Fukida.
Closing his eyes, reaching toward the woman, Joju intoned, "Oh, spirits within Onaru, speak to me."
An orange light flashed to the right of the dais. The audience murmured. The light went out. Its afterimage burned into Sano's vision, trailing streamers of smoke. A blue light, then a red, flared in different parts of the room, then disappeared. A primitive fear crept into Sano. The audience sat in frozen silence.
"I hear them," Joju said. "Honorable spirits, tell me who you are." He listened. "They say they have no names. They are children who died before they were born."
Amazement stirred the audience, even though everyone knew Joju was famous for communicating with the spirits of dead fetuses.
"Children, how did you die?" There was a pause; Joju frowned as if much disturbed. "They were murdered."
Horrified exclamations arose.
"Children, who was your mother?" Joju said.
Onaru gasped and groaned. She sounded as if his outstretched hands were extracting some physical substance from her body. A weird, tuneless music began. Hairs rose on Sano's nape. Fukida nudged Marume, who muttered under his breath.
"I can't hear you. Could you speak more clearly?" As Joju concentrated, the muscles of his face strained. "I'm getting a name. It sounds like ee, eh-"
"Emiko!" the moneylender cried in a voice filled with horror.
Joju opened his eyes and asked, "Do you know this woman?"
"She was a maid in my house."
Sano supposed that Joju could have made a lucky guess, and the moneylender had supplied the name. Furthermore, these exorcisms were booked months in advance, long enough for Joju to investigate his clients. But Sano had once communicated with a spirit himself. He knew the dead did speak.
"The children say you are their father," Joju told the moneylender. "They say that after you planted each of them inside Emiko, you sent her to an abortionist. He cut the children out of her womb. They suffered terribly, and during the third abortion, Emiko died."
As the family members gasped, another orange light flared above the dais, accompanied by a soft explosion. In its brightness appeared an image of fetuses. Their eyes were covered by lotus leaves, their bodies severed at the waist and dripping blood. Women in the audience screamed. Fukida and Marume cursed out loud. Revulsion gripped Sano.
The light went out. The gory image disappeared.
"Is it true?" Joju asked the moneylender. "Did you impregnate Emiko, then have her and her children destroyed?"
"Yes," the moneylender said, sobbing with terror and guilt. "I confess. I didn't want a pregnant maid around; my wife would be jealous. I didn't want the children. I didn't know what else to do!"
His story was a variation on a common tale. People succumbed to lust, begetting unwanted babies; married couples had children they couldn't support; prostitutes were impregnated by their customers. As a result, many infants were killed before or soon after birth, and abortionists had proliferated in Edo. The government forbade abortionists to advertise their services on signs outside their shops, but didn't outlaw them. The number of abandoned, homeless orphans was a big problem. And although Sano deplored this widespread practice of killing children, he conceded that sometimes abortion was the best solution.
Some women were raped. Would Chiyo and Fumiko be among those to discover themselves pregnant afterward? Sano hoped they wouldn't have to bear their rapists' children and compound their suffering.
"The souls of your unborn children are caught between the realms of the living and the dead," Joju said. "They have entered your wife's body. She is so weakened by their sorrow and loneliness that she may die."
"No!" the moneylender cried. "I beg you to save her!"
Joju raised his hands and moved them as if palpating an invisible object in the air. Concern darkened his handsome features. "I feel the presence of another spirit."
A rush like wings in flight whooshed over the assembly. Onaru let out a bone-chilling wail. Her family screamed. Sano felt something soft graze his head. As everyone ducked and gazed fearfully around the room, only Joju remained calm.
"It is Emiko," he said. "She is here."
"Look!" cried a woman in the audience. "Her ghost!"
She pointed at the ceiling. There hovered a black, translucent shape that rippled like a veil in the wind.
"Merciful gods," Marume said.
The moneylender threw himself facedown on the dais, his head shielded by his arms, and moaned. Joju lifted his palms to the ghost. "Emiko-san, why have you come?"
A low, thunderous sound quaked the room. Women in the audience shrieked; men muttered. Onaru wailed and thrashed.
"She's angry with you," Joju explained to the moneylender. "She wants revenge for her and her children's suffering and death. She has punished you by sending the children to haunt your wife."
Weeping hysterically, the moneylender said, "Make her stop them! Make her go away!"
The thunderous sound rumbled louder. The ghost fluttered with a noise like a monsoon whistling. "I cannot," Joju said regretfully. "Only you can."
"But how?"
"You must repent for your sins. She demands a sacrifice."
"Tell me what it is! I'll do anything she wants!"
Thunder boomed. Joju listened, then said, "You must donate a hundred koban to this temple, in order that I may continue helping those in need."
Sano knew that all exorcisms ended like this. The spirits all wanted money, and since they couldn't spend it, the money went to the priest.
The moneylender grabbed a box that had been lying near him in the shadows, opened it, and dumped shiny gold coins in front of Joju. "Here!"
Joju ignored the coins even as they cast glittering reflections onto his face. He addressed the ghost: "You have your wish. Now call your children to come out of this innocent woman." He gestured to Onaru. "You are free to depart to the spirit world, where you belong."
A burst of white light engulfed the ghost. Red, orange, and blue lights flickered. Onaru howled and writhed like a woman giving birth. Screams from the audience drowned in thunder and explosions that rocked the temple. Joju stood, hands spread and face lifted to the heavens, chanting prayers. Acrid smoke billowed while the weird, dissonant music played and Sano, Marume, and Fukida watched in awe.
Then the lights went out; the sounds and music faded. The silence hushed the assembly. Joju announced, "Emiko and the children are gone."
From behind the black curtains stepped monks carrying round white lanterns. Everyone blinked in the sudden brightness. Smoke tinged the air. The moneylender sat up and looked at his wife. "Onaru?"
She lay still and peaceful on the litter on which she'd been brought. "Husband," she murmured.
"Take her home and let her rest," Joju said. "She'll be fine."