Chapter 12Tucked in his sleeve was the head-shot still that Princess Keiko had demanded he bring. General Riyo Takagi nodded to the assistant coroner's bow.
Eta! he thought, glaring at the assistant coroner, the one profession that by Buddhist standards was unclean and performed only by the lowest caste, the untouchables, the handling of dead animal and dead human parts antithetical to the very core of the Samurai's being. Butcher shop! he thought, the odor of formaldehyde and rotting meat roiling his stomach and nearly pushing his gorge into his throat. Errand boy! he thought, fuming. That saki-soaked Mitsu-b***h orders me down here to this filthy Eta's butcher mill so I can look at the face of a dead Priestess for her! “Bring me back proof that this Priestess Sato didn't die in the assa
