Hideyoshi prowled through the halls and everyone he passed bowed low. He ignored them. Every ounce of his body language read controlled rage. The men standing guard at his wife’s chambers barely had time to push open the double doors before he strode through. He only stopped when he stood at the inner door to her bedroom. Three priestesses were there, heads bowed, praying. As he entered, one settled her hood over her shaved head and stepped out of the room. It would not do to have four in the space. Such a number was bad luck.