Shogun (The Asian Saga Chronology) (125 page)

The Portuguese forced a smile back on his face.  "Sure.  Why not? 
Hai.  Shigata ga nai,
samurai-sama. 
So desu!
"

He bowed like a courtier without sincerity, slid his rapier and scabbard from its clasp and took out his pistol, and offered them.  Yoshinaka motioned to a samurai, who took the weapons and ran off to the gateway, where he put them down and stood guard over them.  Rodrigues started to mount the steps, but again Yoshinaka politely and firmly asked him to stop.  Other samurai came forward to search him.  Furious, Rodrigues leaped back. "
IYÉ!  Kinjiru,
by God!  What the—"

The samurai fell on him, pinned his arms tight, and searched him thoroughly.  They found two knives in the tops of his boots, another strapped to his left forearm, two small pistols—one concealed in the lining of his coat, one under his shirt—and a small pewter hip flask.

Blackthorne examined the pistols.  Both were primed.  "Was the other primed too?"

"Yes.  Of course.  This land's hostile, haven't you noticed, Ingeles?  Tell them to let go of me!"

"This isn't the usual way to visit a friend by night. 
Neh?
"

"I tell you this land's hostile.  I'm always armed like this.  Aren't you normally?  Madonna, tell these bastards to let me go."

"Is that the lot?  Everything?"

"Of course—tell 'em to let me go, Ingeles!"

Blackthorne gave the pistols to a samurai and stepped forward.  His fingers felt carefully around the inside of Rodrigues' wide leather belt.  A stiletto slid from its secret sheath, very thin, very springy, made of the best Damascus steel.  Yoshinaka swore at the samurai who had made the search.  They apologized but Blackthorne only watched Rodrigues.

"Any more?" he asked, the stiletto loose in his hand.

Rodrigues stared back at him stonily.

"I'll tell 'em where to look—and how to look, Rodrigues.  How a Spaniard would—some of them.  Eh?"

"
Me cago en la leche, the cabron!
"

"
Que va, leche!
  Hurry up!"  Still no answer.  Blackthorne went forward with the knife.  "
Dozo,
Yoshinaka-san. 
Watash
—"

Rodrigues said hoarsely, "In my hat band," and Blackthorne stopped.

"Good," he said and reached for the wide-brimmed hat.

"You would, wouldn't you—teach them?"

"Wouldn't you?"

"Be careful of the feather, Ingeles, I cherish that."

The band was wide and stiff, the feather jaunty like the hat.  Inside the band was a thin stiletto, smaller, specially designed, the fine steel easily molding the curve.  Yoshinaka barked out another vicious reprimand to the samurai.

"Before God, that's all, Rodrigues?"

"Madonna—I told you."

"Swear it."

Rodrigues complied.

"Yoshinaka-san,
ima ichi-ban.  Domo,
" Blackthorne said.  He's all right now.  Thank you.

Yoshinaka gave the order.  His men released the Portuguese.  Rodrigues rubbed his limbs to ease the pain.  "Is it all right to sit down, Ingeles?"

"Yes."

Rodrigues wiped off the sweat with a red kerchief, then picked up the pewter flask and sat cross-legged on one of the cushions.  Yoshinaka remained nearby on the veranda.  All but four samurai went back to their posts.  "Why are they so touchy?  Why are you so touchy, Ingeles?  I've never had to give up my weapons before.  Am I an assassin?"

"I asked you if that was all your weapons and you lied."

"I wasn't listening.  Madonna!  Would you—held like a common criminal?"  Rodrigues added sourly, "Eh, what's it matter, Ingeles, what's anything matter?  The night's spoiled. . . . Hey, but wait, Ingeles!  Why should anything be allowed to spoil a great evening?  I forgive them.  And I forgive you, Ingeles.  You were right and I was wrong.  I apologize.  It's good to see you."  He unscrewed the stopper and offered the flask.  "Here—here's some fine brandy."

"You first."

Rodrigues' face became ashen.  "Madonna—do you think I bring poison?"

"No.  You drink first."

Rodrigues drank.

"Again!"

The Portuguese obeyed, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  Blackthorne accepted the flask.  "
Salud!
"  He tipped it back and pretended to swallow, secretly keeping his tongue over the opening to prevent the liquor from going into his mouth, much as he wanted the drink.  "Ah!" he said.  "That was good.  Here!"

"Keep it, Ingeles.  It's a present."

"From the good Father?  Or from you?"

"From me."

"Before God?"

"God and the Virgin, thou and thy 'before God'!" Rodrigues said.  "It was a gift from me and the Father!  He owns all the liquor aboard the
Santa Filipa
but the Eminence said I could share it and the flask's one of a dozen aboard.  It's a gift.  Where are your manners?"

Blackthorne pretended to drink again and offered it back.  "Here, have another."

Rodrigues felt the liquor all the way to his toes and was glad that, after accepting the full flask from Alvito, he had privately emptied it and washed it out carefully and refilled it with brandy from his own bottle.  Madonna, forgive me, he prayed, forgive me for doubting the Holy Father.  Oh, Madonna, God, and Lord Jesus, for the love of God, come to earth again and change this world where sometimes we dare not even trust priests.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing, Ingeles.  I was just thinking that this world's a foul pisscutter when you can't trust anyone nowadays.  I came in friendship and now there's a hole in the world."

"Did you?"

"Yes."

"Armed like that?"

"I'm always armed like that.  That's why I'm alive. 
Salud!
"  The big man raised the flask gloomily and sipped again.  "Piss on the world, piss on everything."

"Are you saying, piss on me?"

"Ingeles, this is me, Vasco Rodrigues, Pilot of the Portuguese Navy, not a flyblown samurai.  I've exchanged many insults with you, all in friendship.  Tonight I came to see my friend and now I have no friend.  So sad."

"Yes."

"I shouldn't be sad but I am.  Being friends with thee complicated my life extraordinarily."  Rodrigues got up and eased his back, then sat down again.  "I hate sitting on these God-cursed cushions!  Chairs are for me.  Aboard.  Well,
salud,
Ingeles."

"When you swerved into wind and I was amidships, that was to put me overboard.  Wasn't it?"

"Yes," Rodrigues answered at once.  He got to his feet.  "Yes, I'm glad you asked me for that is on my conscience terribly.  I'm glad to apologize to you in life for I could not bring myself to confess it to you.  Yes, Ingeles.  I don't ask forgiveness or understanding or anything.  But I am glad to confess that shame to your face."

"You think I'd do that to you?"

"No.  But then if the time came. . . . You never know till your own time of trial."

"You came here to kill me?"

"No.  I don't think so.  I don't think that was first in my mind, though for my people and my country we both know it would be better for you to be dead.  So sad, but so true.  How foolish is life, eh, Ingeles?"

"I don't want you dead, Pilot.  Just your Black Ship."

"Listen, Ingeles," said Rodrigues without anger.  "If we meet at sea, you in your ship, armed, me in mine, look to your life.  That's all I came to promise you—only that.  I thought it would be possible to tell you that as a friend and still remain your friend.  Except for a sea meeting, I am forever in your debt. 
Salud!
"

"I hope to catch your Black Ship at sea. 
Salud,
Pilot."

Rodrigues stalked off.  Yoshinaka and the samurai followed him.  At the gateway the Portuguese collected his arms.  Soon he was swallowed by the night.

Yoshinaka waited until the sentries sorted themselves out.  When he was satisfied that all was secure he limped off to his own quarters.  Blackthorne sat back on one of the cushions and in a moment the maid that he had sent for saké happily padded up with the tray.  She poured one cup and would have stayed to serve him but he dismissed her.  Now he was alone.  The night sounds surrounded him again, the rustling and the waterfall and the movements of the night birds.  Everything was as before, but everything had changed.

Sadly he reached out to refill his cup but there was a sibilance of silk and Mariko's hand held the flask.  She poured for him, the other cup for herself.

"
Domo,
Mariko-san."

"
Do itashimashité,
Anjin-san."  She settled herself on the other cushion.  They sipped the hot wine.

"He was going to kill you,
neh?
"

"I don't know, not for sure."

"What did it mean—to search like a Spaniard?"

"Some of them strip their prisoners then probe in private places.  And not gently.  They call it to search
con significa,
with significance.  Sometimes they use knives."

"Oh."  She sipped and listened to the water among the stones.  "It's the same here, Anjin-san.  Sometimes.  That's why it's never wise to be captured.  If you're captured you've dishonored yourself so completely that anything the captor does. . . . It's best not to be captured. 
Neh?
"

He stared at the lanterns moving in the cool sweet breeze.  "Yoshinaka was right—I was wrong.  The search was necessary.  It was your idea,
neh?
  You told Yoshinaka to search him?"

"Please excuse me, Anjin-san, I hope that didn't create an embarrassment for you.  It was just that I was afraid for you."

"I thank thee," he said, using Latin again, though he was sorry there had been a search.  Without the search he would still have a friend.  Perhaps, he cautioned himself.

"Thou art welcome," she said.  "But it was only my duty."

Mariko was wearing a night kimono and overkimono of blue, her hair braided loosely, falling to her waist.  She looked back at the far gateway which could be seen through the trees.  "You were very clever about the liquor, Anjin-san.  I almost pinched myself with anger at forgetting to warn Yoshinaka about that.  You were most shrewd to make him drink twice.  Do you use poison a lot in your countries?"

"Sometimes.  Some people do.  It's a filthy way."

"Yes, but very effective.  It happens here too."

"Terrible, isn't it, not being able to trust anyone."

"Oh, no, Anjin-san, so sorry," she answered.  "That's just one of life's most important rules—no more, no less."

BOOK

FOUR

CHAPTER 47

Erasmus
glittered in the high noon sun beside the Yedo wharf, resplendent.

"Jesus God in Heaven, Mariko, look at her!  Have you ever seen anything like her?  Look at her lines!"

His ship was beyond the closed, encircling barriers a hundred paces away, moored to the dock with new ropes.  The whole area was heavily guarded, more samurai were on deck, and signs everywhere said this was a forbidden area except with Lord Toranaga's personal permission.

Erasmus
had been freshly painted and tarred, her decks were spotless, her hull caulked and her rigging repaired.  Even the foremast that had been carried away in the storm had been replaced with the last of the spares she carried in her hold, and stepped to a perfect angle.  All rope ends were neatly coiled, all cannon gleaming under a protective sheen of oil behind their gun ports.  And the ragged Lion of England fluttered proudly over all.

"Ahoy!" he shouted joyfully from outside the barriers, but there was no answering call.  One of the sentries told him there were no barbarians aboard today.

"
Shigata ga nai,
" Blackthorne said.  "
Domo.
"  He curbed his soaring impatience to go aboard at once and beamed at Mariko.  "It's as if she's just come out of a refit at Portsmouth dockyard, Mariko-san.  Look at her cannon—the lads must've worked like dogs.  She's beautiful,
neh?
  Can't wait to see Baccus and Vinck and the others.  Never thought I'd find her like that.  Christ Jesus, she looks so pretty,
neh?
"

Mariko was watching him and not the ship.  She knew she was forgotten now.  And replaced.

Never mind, she told herself.  Our journey's over.

This morning they had arrived at the last of the turnpikes on the outskirts of Yedo.  Once more their travel papers were checked.  Once more they were passed through with politeness, but this time a new honor guard was waiting for them.

"They're to take us to the castle, Anjin-san.  You'll stay there, and this evening we're to meet Lord Toranaga."

"Good, then there's plenty of time.  Look, Mariko-san, the docks aren't more than a mile off,
neh?
  My ship's there somewhere.  Would you ask the Captain Yoshinaka if we can go there, please?"

"He says, so sorry, but he has no instructions to do that, Anjin-san.  He is to take us to the castle."

"Please tell him . . . perhaps I'd better try. 
Taicho-san!  Okashira, sukoshi no aida watakushi wa ikitai no desu.  Watakushi no funega asoko ni arimasu.
"  Captain, I want to go there now for a little while.  My ship's there.

"
Iyé, Anjin-san, gomen nasai.  Ima . . .
"

Mariko had listened approvingly and with amusement as Blackthorne had argued courteously and insisted firmly, and then, reluctantly, Yoshinaka had allowed them to detour, but just for a moment,
neh?
and only because the Anjin-san claimed hatamoto status, which gave certain inalienable rights, and had pointed out that a quick examination was important to Lord Toranaga, that it would certainly save their lord's immensely valuable time and was vital to his meeting tonight.  Yes, the Anjin-san may look for a moment, but so sorry, it is of course forbidden to go on the ship without papers signed personally by Lord Toranaga, and it must only be for a moment because we are expected, so sorry.

"
Domo,
Taicho-san," Blackthorne had said expansively, more than a little pleased with his increased understanding of the correct ways to persuade and his growing command of the language.