Shogun (The Asian Saga Chronology) (101 page)

"Yes, Sire.  Thank you for listen.  Thank you for your words.  Yes.  I try hard be patient and perfect."

"Thank you, Anjin-san."  Toranaga watched him bow and go away.  When they were alone, he turned to Mariko.  "Well, what do you think?"

"Two things, Sire.  First, his hatred of Jesuits is measureless, even surpassing his loathing of Portuguese, so he is a scourge for you to use against either or both, if you want a scourge.  We know he is brave, so he would boldly press home any attack from the sea.  Second, money is still his goal.  In his defense, from what I've learned, money is the only real means the barbarians have to lasting power.  They buy lands and position—even their Queen's a merchant and 'sells' land to her lords, and buys ships and lands, probably.  They're not so different from us, Lord, except in that.  And also in that they do not understand power, or that war is life and life is death."

"Are the Jesuits my enemy?"

"I do not believe so."

"The Portuguese?"

"I believe they're concerned only with profits, land, and spreading the word of God."

"Are Christians my enemy?"

"No, Sire.  Though some of your enemies may be Christian—Catholic or Protestant."

"Ah, you think the Anjin-san's my enemy?"

"No, Sire.  No, I believe he honors you and, in time, will become a real vassal."

"What about our Christians?  Who are enemy?"

"Lords Harima, Kiyama, Onoshi, and any other samurai who turns against you."

Toranaga laughed.  "Yes, but do the priests control them, as the Anjin-san implies?"

"I do not think so."

"Will those three go against me?"

"I don't know, Sire.  In the past, they've all been both hostile and friendly to you.  But if they side with Ishido it would be very bad."

"I agree.  Yes.  You're a valued counselor.  It's difficult for you being Catholic Christian, being friends with an enemy, listening to enemy ideas."

"Yes, Sire."

"He trapped you,
neh?
"

"Yes.  But in truth he had the right.  I was not doing what you had ordered.  I was putting myself between his pure thoughts and you.  Please accept my apologies."

"It will continue to be difficult.  Perhaps even more so."

"Yes, Sire.  But it's better to know both sides of the coin.  Much of what he said has been found to be true—for instance, about the world being split by Spaniards and Portuguese, about the priests smuggling guns—however impossible it is to believe.  You need never fear about my loyalty, Sire.  However bad it becomes, I will always do my duty to you."

"Thank you.  Well, it's been very interesting, what the Anjin-san said,
neh?
  Interesting but nonsense.  Yes, thank you, Mariko-san, you're a valued counselor.  Shall I order you divorced from Buntaro?"

"Sire?"

"Well?"

Oh to be free, her spirit sang.  Oh, Madonna, to be free!

Remember who you are, Mariko, remember what you are.  And remember that "love" is a barbarian word.

Toranaga was watching her in the great silence.  Outside, mosquitoes strayed into the spirals of incense smoke to dart away to safety.  Yes, he brooded, she's a falcon.  But what prey do I cast her against?

"No, Sire," Mariko said at last.  "Thank you, Sire, but no."

"The Anjin-san's a strange man,
neh?
  His head is filled with dreams.  Ridiculous to consider attacking our friends the Portuguese, or their Black Ship.  Nonsense to believe what he says about four ships or twenty."

Mariko hesitated.  "If he says a navy is possible, Sire, then I believe it's possible."

"I don't agree," Toranaga said emphatically.  "But you're right that he's a balance against the others, him and his fighting ship.  How curious—but how illuminating!  It's as Omi said:  At the moment we need the barbarians, to learn from them.  And there's much yet to learn, particularly from him,
neh?
"

"Yes."

"It's time to open up the Empire, Mariko-san.  Ishido will close it as tight as an oyster.  If I were President of the Regents again, I'd make treaties with any nation, so long as it's friendly.  I'd send men to learn from other nations, yes and I'd send ambassadors.  This man's queen would be a good beginning.  For a queen perhaps I should send a woman ambassador, if she were clever enough."

"She would have to be very strong and very clever, Sire."

"Yes.  It would be a dangerous journey."

"All journeys are dangerous, Sire," Mariko said.

"Yes."  Again Toranaga switched without warning.  "If the Anjin-san sailed away with his ship weighed with gold, would he come back?  He himself?"

After a long time she said, "I don't know."

Toranaga decided not to press her now.  "Thank you, Mariko-san," he said in friendly dismissal.  "I want you to be present at the meeting, to translate what I say for the Anjin-san."

"Everything, Sire?"

"Yes.  And tonight when you go to the Tea House to buy Kiku's contract, take the Anjin-san with you.  Tell his consort to make the arrangements.  He needs rewarding,
neh?
"

"
Hai.
"

When she was at the shoji Toranaga said, "Once the issue between Ishido and myself is settled, I will order you divorced."

Her hand tightened on the screen.  She nodded slightly in acknowledgment.  But she did not look back.  The door closed after her.

Toranaga watched the smoke for a moment, then got up and walked into the garden to the privy and squatted.  When he had finished and had used the paper, he heard a servant slide the container away from beneath the hole to replace it with a clean one.  The mosquitoes were droning and he slapped them absently.  He was thinking of falcons and hawks, knowing that even the greatest falcons make mistakes, as Ishido had made a mistake, and Kiri, and Mariko, and Omi, and even the Anjin-san.

The hundred and fifty officers were aligned in neat rows, Yabu, Omi, and Buntaro in front.  Mariko knelt near Blackthorne to the side.  Toranaga marched in with his personal guards and sat on the lonely cushion, facing them.  He acknowledged their bows, then informed them briefly of the essence of the dispatch and laid before them, for the first time publicly, his ultimate battle plan.  Again he withheld the part that related to the secret and carefully planned insurrections, and also the fact that the attack would take the northern and not the southern coastal road.  And, to general acclaim—for all his warriors were glad that at last there was an end to uncertainty—he told them that when the rains ceased he would issue the code words "Crimson Sky" which would launch them on their attack.  "Meanwhile I expect Ishido illegally to convene a new Council of Regents.  I expect to be falsely impeached.  I expect war to be declared on me, against the law."  He leaned forward, his left fist characteristically bunched on his thigh, the other tight on his sword.  "Listen.  I uphold the Taikō's testament and acknowledge my nephew Yaemon as Kwampaku and heir to the Taikō.  I desire no other lands.  I want no other honors.  But if traitors attack me I must defend myself.  If traitors dupe His Imperial Highness and attempt to assume power in the land, it is my duty to defend the Emperor and banish evil. 
Neh?
"

A roar of approval greeted this.  Battle cries of "Kasigi" and "Toranaga" poured through the room to be echoed throughout the fortress.

"The Attack Regiment will be prepared to embark on the galleys for Yedo, Toda Buntaro-san commanding, Kasigi Omi-san second-in-command, within five days.  Lord Kasigi Yabu, you will please mobilize Izu and order six thousand men to the frontier passes in case the traitor Ikawa Jikkyu swoops south to cut our lines of communication.  When the rains cease, Ishido will attack the Kwanto. . . ."

Omi, Yabu, and Buntaro all silently agreed with Toranaga's wisdom of withholding information about this afternoon's decision to launch the attack in the rainy season, at once.

That will create a sensation, Omi told himself, his bowels churning at the thought of warring in the rains through the mountains of Shinano.

"Our guns will force a way through," Yabu had said so enthusiastically this afternoon.

"Yes," Omi had agreed, having no confidence in the plan but no alternative to offer.  It's madness, he told himself, though he was delighted that he had been promoted to second-in-command.  I don't understand how Toranaga can conceive that there's any chance of success in the northern route.

There isn't any, he told himself again, and half closed his ears to Toranaga's stirring exhortation in order to allow himself to concentrate once more on the problem of his revenge.  Certainly the attack on Shinano will give you a dozen opportunities to manipulate Yabu into the front line at no risk to yourself.  War, any war, will be to your advantage, provided the war's not lost. . . .

Then he heard Toranaga say, "Today I was almost killed.  Today the Anjin-san pulled me out of the earth.  That's the second time, perhaps even the third, that he's saved my life.  My life is nothing against the future of my clan, and who is to say whether I would have lived or died without his help?  But though it is
bushido
that vassals should never expect a reward for any service, it is the duty of a liege lord to grant favors from time to time."

Amid general acclaim, Toranaga said, "Anjin-san, sit here!  Mariko-san, you as well."

Jealously Omi watched the towering man rise and kneel at the spot to which Toranaga had motioned, beside him, and there was not a man in the room who did not wish that he himself had had the good fortune to have done what the barbarian had done.

"The Anjin-san is given a fief near the fishing village of Yokohama to the south of Yedo worth two thousand koku yearly, the right to recruit two hundred samurai retainers, full rights as samurai and hatamoto to the house of Yoshi Toranaga-noh-Chikitada-Minowara.  Further, he is to receive ten horses, twenty kimonos, together with full battle equipment for his vassals—the rank of Chief Admiral and Pilot of the Kwanto."  Toranaga waited until Mariko had translated, then he called out, "Naga-san!"

Obediently Naga brought the silk-covered package to Toranaga.  Toranaga threw off the cover.  There were two matching swords, one short, the other a killing sword.  "Noticing that the earth had swallowed my swords and that I was unarmed, the Anjin-san went down into the crevasse again to find his own to give to me.  Anjin-san, I give these in return.  They were made by the master craftsman, Yori-ya.  Remember, the sword is the soul of the samurai.  If he forgets it, or loses it,
he will never be excused.
"

To even greater acclaim and private envy Blackthorne took the swords, bowed correctly, and put them in his sash, then bowed again.

"Thank you, Toranaga-sama.  You do me too much honor.  Thank you."

He began to move away but Toranaga bade him stay.  "No, sit down here, beside me, Anjin-san."  Toranaga looked back at the militant, fanatic faces of his officers.

"Fools!" he wanted to shout.  "Don't you understand that war, whether now or after the rains, would only be disastrous?  Any war with Ishido-Ochiba-Yaemon and their present allies must end in slaughter of all my armies, all of you, and the obliteration of me and all my line?  Don't you understand I've no chance except to wait and hope that Ishido strangles himself?"

Instead he incited them even more, for it was essential to throw his enemy off balance.

"Listen, samurai:  Soon you'll be able to prove your valor, man to man, as our forefathers proved theirs.  I will destroy Ishido and all his traitors and first will be Ikawa Jikkyu.  I hereby give all his lands, both provinces of Suruga and Totomi worth three hundred thousand koku, to my faithful vassal Lord Kasigi Yabu, and, with Izu, confirm him and his line as their overlords."

A thunderous acclamation.  Yabu was flushed with elation.

Omi was banging the floor, shouting just as ecstatically.  Now his prize was limitless, for by custom, Yabu's heir would inherit all his lands.

How to kill Yabu without waiting for war?

Then his eyes fixed on the Anjin-san, who was cheering lustily.  Why not let the Anjin-san do it for you, he asked himself, and laughed aloud at the idiotic thought.  Buntaro leaned over and clapped him on the shoulder, amiably misinterpreting the laughter as happiness for Yabu.  "Soon you'll get the fief you merit,
neh?
"  Buntaro shouted over the tumult.  "You deserve recognition too.  Your ideas and counsel are valuable."

"Thank you, Buntaro-san."

"Don't worry—We can get through any mountains."

"Yes."  Buntaro was a ferocious battle general and Omi knew they were well matched:  Omi the bold strategist, Buntaro the fearless attack leader.

If anyone can get us through the mountains, he can.

There was another burst of cheering as Toranaga ordered saké to be brought, ending the formal meeting.

Omi drank his saké and watched Blackthorne drain another cup, his kimono neat, swords correct, Mariko still talking.  You've changed very much, Anjin-san, since that first day, he thought contentedly.  Many of your alien ideas are still set firm, but you're almost becoming civilized—

"What's the matter, Omi-san?"

"Nothing—nothing, Buntaro-san . . ."

"You looked as though an
eta
had shoved his buttocks in your face."

"Nothing like that—not at all!  Eeeee, just the opposite.  I had the beginnings of an idea.  Drink up!  Hey, Peach-Blossom, bring more saké, my Lord Buntaro's cup is empty!"

CHAPTER 40

"I am instructed to inquire if Kiku-san would be free this evening," Mariko said.

"Oh, so sorry, Lady Toda, but I'm not sure," Gyoko, the Mama-san, said ingratiatingly.  "May I ask if the honored client would require Lady Kiku for the evening or part of it, or perhaps until tomorrow, if she's not already engaged?"

The Mama-san was a tall, elegant woman in her early fifties with a lovely smile.  But she drank too much saké, her heart was an abacus, and she possessed a nose that could smell a single piece of silver from fifty
ri.

The two women were in an eight-mat room adjoining Toranaga's private quarters.  It had been set aside for Mariko, and overlooked, on the other side, a small garden which was enclosed by the first of the inner wall defenses.  It was raining again and the droplets sparkled in the flares.