Shogun (The Asian Saga Chronology) (140 page)

"We haven't got that money!  Impossible!  How can I raise five hundred—I'm so in debt now I can't even raise one hundred!"

"Please excuse me, Sire.  So sorry, but the money's already set aside.  Not all the barbarian coins remained in the strongbox.  A thousand coins strayed before it was officially counted.  So sorry."

Yabu gawked at him.  "How?"

"It seems Omi-san was ordered to do that in your name.  The money was brought here secretly to the Lady Yuriko, from whom permission was asked and granted before risking your displeasure."

Yabu thought about that a long time.  "Who ordered it?"

"I did.  After seeking permission."

"Thank you, Mizuno-san.  And thank you, Yuriko-san."  Yabu bowed to both.  "So!  Jikkyu, eh?  At long last!"  He clapped his brother warmly on the shoulder and the smaller man was almost pathetic in his fawning pleasure.  "You did very well, brother.  I'll send you some bolts of silk from the treasury.  How is the lady, your wife?"

"Well, Sire, very well.  She asked you to accept her best wishes."

"We must have food together.  Good—good.  Now about the rest of the report—what are your views?"

"Nothing, Sire.  I would be most interested in what you think it means."

"First—"  Yabu stopped as he caught his wife's look, cautioning him, and changed what he was going to say, "First and last, it means that Omi-san, your son, is loyal and an excellent vassal.  If I had control of the future I'd promote him—yes, he deserves promotion,
neh?
"

Mizuno was unctuously delighted.  Yabu was patient with him, chatting with him, again complimenting him and, as soon as was polite, he dismissed him.

Yuriko sent for cha.  When they were quite alone again he said, "What does the rest mean?"

Her face mirrored her excitement now, "Please excuse me, Sire, but I want to give you a new idea: 
Toranaga is playing us all for fools and has no intention, and never had any intention, of going to Osaka to surrender.
"

"Nonsense!"

"Let me give you facts. . . . Oh, Sire, you don't know how fortunate you are in your vassal Omi and that stupid brother who stole a thousand coins.  Proof of my theory could be as follows:  Buntaro-san, a trusted intimate, is sent to Zataki secretly.  Why?  Obviously to carry a new offer.  What would tempt Zataki?  The Kwanto—only that.  So the offer is the Kwanto—in return for allegiance, once Toranaga is again
President of the Council of Regents—a new one with the new mandate
.  He can afford to give it then,
neh?
"  She waited, then went on painstakingly.  "If he persuades Zataki to betray Ishido, he's a quarter of the way to the capital, Kyoto.  How can the pact with his brother be cemented?  Hostages!  I heard this afternoon Lord Sudara, the Lady Genjiko, and their daughters
and
their son are going to visit their revered grandmother at Takato within ten days."

"All of them?"

"Yes.  Next Toranaga gives the Anjin-san back his ship, as good as new, with all the cannon and powder, two hundred fanatics and all that money, surely enough to buy more barbarian mercenaries,
wako
scum out of Nagasaki.  Why?  To allow him to attack and take the Black Ship of the barbarians.  No Black Ship, no money, and immense trouble for the Christian priests who control Kiyama, Onoshi, and all traitorous Christian
daimyos
."

"Toranaga'd never dare to do that!  The Taikō tried and failed and he was all powerful.  The barbarians will sail away in fury.  We'll never trade again."

"Yes.  If
we
did it.  But this time it's barbarian against barbarian,
neh?
  It's nothing to do with us.  And say the Anjin-san attacks Nagasaki and puts it to the torch—isn't Harima now hostile, and Kiyama and Onoshi, and, because of them, most Kyushu
daimyos?
  Say the Anjin-san burns a few of their other ports, harries their shipping, and at the same time—"

"And at the same time Toranaga launches Crimson Sky!" Yabu exploded.

"Yes.  Oh yes," Yuriko agreed happily.  "Doesn't this explain Toranaga?  Doesn't this intrigue fit him like a skin?  Isn't he doing what he's always done, just waiting like always, playing for time like always, a day here a day there and soon a month has passed and again he has an overwhelming force to sweep all opposition aside?  He's gained almost a month since Zataki brought the summons to Yokosé."

Yabu could feel his pulse roaring in his ears.  "Then we're safe?"

"No, but we're not lost.  I believe it's no surrender."  She hesitated.  "But everyone was deceived.  Oh, he's so clever,
neh?
  Everyone fooled like us.  Until tonight.  Omi gave me the clues.  We all forgot Toranaga is a great Nōh actor who can wear his own face as a mask if need be. 
Neh?
"

Yabu tried to marshal his thoughts but could not.  "But Ishido still has all Japan against us!"

"Yes.  Less Zataki.  And there must be other secret alliances.  Toranaga and you can hold the passes until the time."

"Ishido has Osaka Castle and the Heir and the Taikō's wealth."

"Yes.  But he'll stay skulking inside.  Someone will betray him."

"What should I do?"

"The opposite to Toranaga.  Let him do the waiting, you must force the pace.

"How?"

"The first thing, Sire, is this:  Toranaga's forgotten the one thing you noticed this afternoon.  The Tsukku-san's total fury.  Why?  Because the Anjin-san threatens the Christian future,
neh?
  So you've got to put the Anjin-san under your protection at once, because those priests or their puppets will murder him within hours.  Next:  The Anjin-san needs you to protect and guide him, to help him get his new crew at Nagasaki.  Without you and your men he has to fail.  Without him and his ship and his cannon and more barbarians, Nagasaki won't burn, and that must happen or Kiyama, Onoshi, and Harima and the filthy priests won't be distracted enough to temporarily withdraw their support from Ishido.  Meanwhile, Toranaga, now miraculously supported by Zataki and his fanatics, with you leading the Musket Regiment, sweeps through the Shinano passes down to the Kyota plains."

"Yes.  Yes, you are right, Yuriko-chan!  It has to be that way.  Oh, you are so clever, so wise!"

"Wisdom and Luck are no good without the means to put a plan into effect, Sire.  You alone can do that—you're the leader, the fighter, the battle-general that Toranaga
must
have.  You must see him tonight."

"I can't go to Toranaga and tell him I've seen through his ruse,
neh?
"

"No, but you'll beg him to allow you to go with the Anjin-san, that you must leave at once.  We can think of a plausible reason."

"But if the Anjin-san attacks Nagasaki and the Black Ship, won't they stop trading and sail away?"

"Yes.  Possibly.  But that's next year.  By next year Toranaga will be a Regent, President of the Regents.  And you his commander-in-chief."  Yabu came down from the clouds.  "No," he said firmly.  "Once he has power he'll order me to commit seppuku."

"Long before that you will have the Kwanto."

His eyes blinked.  "How?"

"Toranaga will never actually give his half brother the Kwanto.  Zataki's a perpetual threat.  Zataki's a wild man, pride-filled,
neh?
  It will be so easy for Toranaga to maneuver Zataki into begging for the foremost place in the battle.  If Zataki doesn't get killed . . . perhaps a stray bullet or arrow?  Probably a bullet.  You must lead the Musket Regiment in the battle, Sire."

"Why shouldn't I receive a stray bullet equally?"

"You may, Sire.  But you're not Toranaga's kinsman and therefore no threat to his power.  You will become his most devoted
vassal
.  He needs fighting generals.  You'll earn the Kwanto, and that should be your only goal.  He'll give it to you when Ishido's betrayed because he'll take Osaka for himself."

"Vassal?  But you said to wait and soon I'd nev—"

"Now I counsel you to support him with all your strength.  Not to follow his orders blindly like old Iron Fist, but cleverly.  Don't forget, Yabu-chan, during battle, as in any battle, soldiers make mistakes, stray bullets do happen.  So long as you lead the Regiment, you can choose, too—any time,
neh?
"

"Yes," he said, awed by her.

"Remember, Toranaga's worth following.  He's Minowara, Ishido's a peasant.  Ishido's the fool.  I can see that now.  Ishido should be hammering at the gates of Odawara right now, rain or no rains.  Didn't Omi-san say that months ago too?  Isn't Odawara undermanned?  Isn't Toranaga isolated?"

Yabu pounded his fist on the floor with delight.  "Then it's war after all!  How clever you are to have seen through him!  Ah, so he's been playing the fox all the time,
neh?
"

"Yes," she said, greatly satisfied.

Mariko had come to the same astonishing conclusion, though not from all the same facts.  Toranaga must be pretending, playing a secret game, she reasoned.  That's the only possible explanation for his incredible conduct—giving the Anjin-san the ship, the money, all the cannon, and freedom in front of Tsukku-san.  Now the Anjin-san will absolutely go against the Black Ship.  He will take it, and threaten the one next year, and therefore he'll maul the Holy Church terribly and force the Holy Fathers to compel Kiyama and Onoshi to betray Ishido. . . .

But why?  If that's true, she thought, perplexed, and Toranaga's considering such a long-range plan, then of course he can't go to Osaka and bow before Ishido,
neh?
  He must. . . . Ah!  What about today's delay that Hiro-matsu persuaded Toranaga to make?  Oh, Madonna on high, Toranaga never intended to surrender!  It's
all
a trick.

Why?  To gain time.

To accomplish what?  To wait and weave a thousand more tricks, and it doesn't matter what, only that Toranaga's once more what he always was, the almighty puppeteer.

How long before Ishido's impatience shatters and he raises the battle standard and moves against us?  One month—at the most two.  No more.  So by the ninth month of this Fifth Year of Keichō,
the
battle for the Kwanto begins!

But what's Toranaga gained in two months?  I don't know—I only know that now my son has a chance to inherit his ten thousand koku, and to live and breed, and that now perhaps my father's line will not perish from the earth.

She relished her newfound knowledge, toying with it, examining it, finding her logic flawless.  But what to do between now and then? she asked herself.  Nothing more than you've already done—and decided to do. 
Neh?

"Mistress?"

"Yes, Chimmoko?"

"Gyoko-san is here.  She has an appointment, she says."

"Ah yes.  I forget to tell you.  First heat saké, then bring it, and her, here."

Mariko reflected on the afternoon.  She remembered his arms around her, so safe and warm and strong.  'Can I see you tonight?' he had asked very cautiously, after Yabu and Tsukku-san had left.

'Yes,' she had said impulsively.  'Yes, my darling.  Oh, how happy I am for thee.  Tell Fujiko-san . . . ask her to send for me after the Hour of the Boar.'

In the quiet of her house her throat tightened.  So much foolishness and danger.

She checked her makeup and coiffure in her mirror and tried to compose herself.  Footsteps approached.  The shoji slid open.  "Ah, Lady," Gyoko said, bowing deeply.  "How kind of you to see me."

"You're welcome, Gyoko-san."

They drank saké, Chimmoko pouring for them.

"Such lovely pottery, Lady.  So beautiful."

They made polite conversation, then Chimmoko was sent away.

"So sorry, Gyoko-san, but our Master did not arrive this afternoon.  I haven't seen him, though I hope to before I leave."

"Yes, I heard Yabu-san went to the jetty in his place."

"When I see Toranaga-sama I will ask him once more.  But I expect his answer will be the same."  Mariko poured saké for both of them.  "So sorry, he will not grant my request."

"Yes, I believe you.  Not unless there is great pressure."

"There's no pressure that I can use.  So sorry."

"So sorry too, Lady."

Mariko put down her cup.  "Then you've decided that some tongues are not safe."

Gyoko said harshly, "If I were going to whisper secrets about you, would I tell you to your face?  Do you think I'd be so naïve?"

"Perhaps you'd better go, so sorry, but I have so much to do."

"Yes, Lady, and so have I!" Gyoko replied, her voice rough.  "Lord Toranaga asked me,
to my face
, what I knew about you and the Anjin-san.  This afternoon.  I told him there was nothing between you.  I said, 'Oh yes, Sire, I've heard the foul rumors too, but there's no truth in them.  I swear it on the head of my son, Sire, and his sons.  If anyone would know, surely it would be me.  You may believe it's all a malicious lie—gossip, jealous gossip, Sire. . . .' Oh yes, Lady, you may believe I was suitably shocked, my acting perfect, and he was convinced."  Gyoko quaffed the saké, and added bitterly, "Now we are all ruined if he gets proof—which wouldn't be difficult to get. 
Neh?
"

"How?"

"Put the Anjin-san to the test—Chinese methods.  Chimmoko—Chinese methods.  Me—Kiku-san—Yoshinaka . . . so sorry, even you, Lady—Chinese methods."

Mariko took a deep breath.  "May—may I ask you—why you took such a risk?"

"Because in certain situations women must protect each other against men.  Because I actually saw nothing.  Because you've done me no harm.  Because I like you and the Anjin-san and believe you both have your own
karmas
.  And because I'd rather have you alive and a friend than dead, and it's exciting to watch you three moths circling the flame of life."

"I don't believe you."

Gyoko laughed softly.  "Thank you, Lady."  Controlled now, she said with complete sincerity, "Very well, I'll tell you the real reason.  I need your help.  Yes, Toranaga-sama won't grant my request but perhaps you can think of a way.  You're the only chance I've ever had, that I'll ever have in this lifetime, and I can't release it lightly.  There, now you know.  Please, I humbly beg you to help me with my request."  She put both hands on the futons and bowed low.  "Please excuse my impertinence, Lady Toda, but all that I have will be put at your side if you will help me."  Then she settled back on her heels, adjusted the folds of her kimono, and finished the saké.