Shogun (The Asian Saga Chronology) (136 page)

"You're welcome, old friend."

"Thank you, Lord."  Hiro-matsu looked up.  "I'm saddened to see the cares of the world are in your face."

"And I'm saddened to see and hear so much treason."

"Yes.  Treason is a terrible thing."

Toranaga saw the firm old eyes measuring him.  "You can speak freely."

"Have you ever known me not to, Sire?"  The old man was grave.

"Please excuse me for keeping you waiting."

"Please excuse me for troubling you.  What is your pleasure, Sire?  Please give me your decision about the future of your house.  Is it finally Osaka—bending to that manure pile?"

"Have you ever known me to make a final decision about anything?"

Hiro-matsu frowned, then thoughtfully straightened his back to ease the ache in his shoulders.  "I've always known you to be patient and decisive and you've always won.  That's why I can't understand you now.  It's not like you to give up."

"Isn't the realm more important than
my
future?"

"No."

"Ishido and the other Regents are still legal rulers according to the Taikō's will."

"I am the vassal of Yoshi Toranaga-noh-Minowara and I acknowledge no one else."

"Good.  The day after tomorrow is my chosen day to leave for Osaka."

"Yes.  I've heard that."

"You'll be in command of the escort, Buntaro second-in-command."

The old general sighed.  "I know that too, Sire.  But since I've been back, Sire, I've talked to your senior advisers and gener—"

"Yes.  I know.  And what is their opinion?"

"That you should not leave Yedo.  That your orders should be temporarily overruled."

"By whom?"

"By me.  By my orders."

"That's what they wish?  Or that is what you've decided?"

Hiro-matsu put his sword on the floor nearer to Toranaga and, now defenseless, looked directly at him.  "Please excuse me, Sire, I wish to ask you what I should do.  My duty seems to tell me I should take command and prevent your leaving.  This will at once force Ishido to come against us.  Yes, of course we will lose, but that seems to be the only honorable way."

"But stupid,
neh?
"

The general's iron-gray brows knotted.  "No.  We die in battle, with honor.  We regain
wa
.  The Kwanto is a spoil of war, but we'll not see the new master in this life. 
Shigata ga nai
."

"I've never enjoyed expending men uselessly.  I've never lost a battle and see no reason why I should begin now."

"Losing one battle is no dishonor, Sire.  Is surrender honorable?"

"You are all agreed in this treason?"

"Sire, please excuse me, I asked individuals for a military opinion only.  There's no treason or plot."

"You still listened to treason."

"Please excuse me, but if I agree, as your commander-in-chief, then it no longer becomes treason but legal state policy."

"Taking decisions away from your liege lord is treason."

"Sire, there are too many precedents for deposing a lord.  You've done it, Goroda did it, the Taikō—we've all done that and worse.  A victor never commits treason."

"You've decided to depose me?"

"I ask for your help in the decision."

"You're the one person I thought I could trust!"

"By all gods I only wish to be your most devoted vassal.  I'm only a soldier.  I wish to do my duty to you.  I think only of you.  I merit your trust.  If it will help, take my head.  If it will convince you to fight, I gladly give you my life, my clan's life blood, today—in public or private or whatever way you wish—isn't that what our friend General Kiyoshio did?  I'm sorry but I do not understand why I should permit you to throw away a lifetime of effort."

"Then you refuse to obey my orders to head the escort that will leave for Osaka the day after tomorrow?"

A cloud passed over the sun and both men looked out of the windows.  "It'll rain again soon," Toranaga said.

"Yes.  There's been too much rain this year,
neh?
  The rains must stop soon or the harvest'll be ruined."

They looked at each other.

"Well?"

Iron Fist said simply, "I formally ask you, Sire, do you order me to escort you from Yedo, the day after tomorrow, to begin the trek to Osaka?"

"As there seems to be advice from all my counselors to the contrary, I'll accept their opinion, and yours, and delay my departure."

Hiro-matsu was totally unprepared for this.  "Eh?  You won't be leaving?"

Toranaga laughed, the mask fell off, and he was the old Toranaga again.  "I never intended to go to Osaka.  Why should I be so stupid?"

"What?"

"My agreement at Yokosé was nothing more than a trick to gain time," Toranaga said affably.  "Ishido took the bait.  The fool expects me in Osaka within a few weeks.  Zataki also took that bait.  And you and all my valiant, untrusting vassals also took the bait.  With no real concession whatsoever I've gained a month, put Ishido and his filthy allies in turmoil.  I hear they're already scrambling for the Kwanto.  Kiyama's been promised it as well as Zataki."

"You never intended to go?"  Hiro-matsu shook his head, then as the clarity of the idea suddenly hit him, his face broke into a delighted grin.  "It's all a ruse?"

"Of course.  Listen, everyone had to be taken in,
neh?
  Zataki, everyone, even you!  Or spies would have told Ishido and he would have moved against us at once and no good fortune on earth or gods in heaven could have prevented disaster to me."

"That's true . . . ah, Lord, forgive me.  I'm so stupid.  I deserve to lose my head!  So it was all nonsense, always nonsense.  But . . . but what about General Kiyoshio?"

"He said he was guilty of treason.  I don't need treasonous generals, only obedient vassals."

"But why attack Lord Sudara?  Why withdraw your favor from him?"

"Because it pleases me to do so," Toranaga said harshly.

"Yes.  Please excuse me.  That's your sole privilege.  I beg you to forgive me for doubting you."

"Why should I forgive you for being you, old friend?  I needed you to do what you did and say what you said.  Now I need you more than ever.  I must have someone I can trust.  That's why I'm taking you into my confidence.  This has got to be secret between us."

"Oh Sire.  You make me so happy. . . ."

"Yes," Toranaga said.  "That's the only thing I'm afraid of."

"Sire?"

"You're commander-in-chief.  You alone can neutralize this stupid, brooding mutiny while I'm waiting.  I trust you and must trust you.  My son can't hold my generals in check, though he'd never show outward joy at the secret—if he knew it—but your face is the gateway to your soul, old friend."

"Then let me take my life after I've settled the generals."

"That's no help. 
You
must hold them together pending my pretended departure,
neh?
  You'll just have to guard your face and your sleep like never before.  You're the only one in all the world who knows—you're the only one I must trust,
neh?
"

"Forgive me for my stupidity.  I won't fail.  Explain to me what I must do."

"Say to my generals what's true—that you persuaded me to take
your
advice, which is also theirs,
neh?
  I formally order my departure postponed for seven days.  Later I'll postpone it again.  Sickness, this time.  You're the only one to know."

"Then?  Then it will be Crimson Sky?"

"Not as originally planned.  Crimson Sky was always a last plan,
neh?
"

"Yes.  What about the Musket Regiment?  Could it blast a path through the mountains?"

"Part of the way.  But not all the way to Kyoto."

"Have Zataki assassinated."

"That might be possible.  But Ishido and his allies are still invincible."  Toranaga told him the arguments of Omi, Yabu, Igurashi, and Buntaro the day of the earthquake.  "At that time I ordered Crimson Sky as another feint to throw Ishido into confusion . . . and also had the right parts of the discussion whispered into the wrong ears.  But the fact is, Ishido's force is still invincible."

"How can we split them up?  What about Kiyama and Onoshi?"

"No, those two are implacably against me.  All the Christians will be against me—except my Christian, and I will soon put him and his ship to very good use.  Time is what I need most.  I've allies and secret friends throughout the Empire and if I have time. . . . Every day I gain weakens Ishido further.  That's my battle plan.  Every day of delay is important.  Listen, after the rains, Ishido will come against the Kwanto, a simultaneous pincer, Ikawa Jikkyu spearheading the south, Zataki in the north.  We contain Jikkyu at Mishima, then fall back to the Hakoné Pass and Odawara, where we make our final stand.  In the north we'll hold Zataki fast in the mountains along the Hosho-kaidō Road somewhere near Mikawa.  It's true what Omi and Igurashi said:  We can hold off the first attack and there
shouldn't
be another great invasion.  We fight and we wait behind our mountains.  We fight and delay and wait and then when the fruit is ripe for plucking—Crimson Sky."

"Eeeeee, let that day be soon!"

"Listen, old friend, only you can hold my generals in check.  With time and the Kwanto secure, completely secure, we can weather the first attack and then Ishido's alliances will begin to break up.  Once that happens Yaemon's future is assured and the Taikō's testament inviolate."

"You will not take sole power, Sire?"

"For the last time:  'The law may upset reason but reason may never upset the law, or our whole society will shred like an old tatami.  The law may be used to confound reason, reason must certainly not be used to overthrow the law.'  The Taikō's will is law."

Hiro-matsu bowed an acceptance.  "Very well, Sire.  I will never mention it again.  Please excuse me.  Now—"  He let his smile show.  "Now, what must I do?"

"Pretend that you've persuaded me to delay.  Just keep them all in your iron fist."

"How long must I keep up the pretense?"

"I don't know."

"I don't trust myself, Sire.  I may make a mistake, not meaning to.  I think I can keep the joy off my face for a few days.  With your permission my 'aches' should become so bad that I'll be confined to bed—no visitors,
neh?
"

"Good.  Do that in four days.  Let some of the pain show from today on.  That won't be difficult,
neh?
"

"No, Sire.  So sorry.  I'm glad the battle begins this year.  Next . . . I may not be able to help."

"Nonsense.  But it will be this year whether I say yes or no.  In sixteen days I will leave Yedo for Osaka.  By that time you will have given your 'reluctant approval' and you will lead the march.  Only you and I know there will be further delays and that long before I reach my borders I'll turn back to Yedo."

"Please forgive me for doubting you.  If it wasn't that I must remain alive to help your plans I could not live with my shame."

"No need for shame, old friend.  If you hadn't been convinced, Ishido and Zataki would have seen through the trick.  Oh, by the way, how was Buntaro-san when you saw him?"

"Seething, Sire.  It will be good to have a battle for him to fight."

"He suggested removing me as liege lord?"

"If he'd said that to me I would have removed his head!  At once!"

"I'll send for you in three days.  Ask to see me daily but I'll refuse until then."

"Yes, Sire."  The old general bowed abjectly.  "Please forgive this old fool.  You've given my life purpose again.  Thank you."  He left.

Toranaga took out the little slip of paper from his sleeve and reread the message from his mother with enormous satisfaction.  With the northern route possibly open and Ishido possibly betrayed there, his odds had enormously improved.  He put the message to the flame.  The paper curled into ash.  Contentedly, he pounded the ash to dust.  Now, who should be the new commander-in-chief? he asked himself.

At noon, Mariko walked across the donjon forecourt, through the silent ranks of brooding guards, and went inside.  Toranaga's secretary was waiting for her in one of the anterooms on the ground floor.  "So sorry to send for you, Lady Toda," he said listlessly.

"It's my pleasure, Kawanabi-san."

Kawanabi was a sharp-featured, elderly samurai with a shaven head.  Once he had been a Buddhist priest.  For years now he had handled all of Toranaga's correspondence.  Normally he was bright and enthusiastic.  Today, like most people in the castle, he was greatly unsettled.  He handed her a small scroll.  "Here are your travel documents for Osaka, duly signed.  You are to leave tomorrow and get there as soon as possible."

"Thank you."  Her voice sounded tiny to her.

"Lord Toranaga says he may have some private dispatches for you to take to Lady Kiritsubo and Lady Koto.  Also for General Lord Ishido and Lady Ochiba.  They'll be delivered to you tomorrow at dawn if . . . so sorry, if they're ready, I'll see they're delivered to you."

"Thank you."

From a number of scrolls that were stacked with pedantic neatness on his low desk, Kawanabi selected an official document.  "I'm directed to give you this.  It is the increase in your son's fief as promised by Lord Toranaga.  Ten thousand koku yearly.  It's dated from the last day of last month and . . . well, here it is."

She accepted it, read it, and checked the official chops.  Everything was perfect.  But it gave her no happiness.  Both believed it was an empty paper now.  If her son's life was spared he would become
ronin
.  "Thank you.  Please thank Lord Toranaga for the honor he does us.  May I be allowed to see him before I go?"

"Oh, yes.  When you leave here now you're asked to go to the barbarian ship.  You're requested to wait for him there."

"I'm—I'm to interpret?"

"He didn't say.  I would presume so, Lady Toda."  The secretary squinted at a list in his hand.  "Captain Yoshinaka's been ordered to lead your escort to Osaka, if it pleases you."

"I would be honored to be in his charge again.  Thank you.  May I ask how Lord Toranaga is?"