Shogun (The Asian Saga Chronology) (152 page)

"How?"

"Kiri will help me.  Do not ask me how or what or why.  It will be easy—"  She stopped as maids brought the little braziers.  Soon the curling threads of smoke repelled the night creatures.  When they were safe again they talked about their journey, content just being together, loving without touching, always skirting Toranaga and the importance of tomorrow.  Then he said, "Ishido's my enemy.  Why are there so many guards around me?"

"To protect thee.  But also to hold thee tight.  I think Ishido might also want to use thee against the Black Ship, and Nagasaki and the Lord Kiyama and Lord Onishi."

"Ah, yes, I had thought that too."

She saw his eyes searching her.  "What is it, Anjin-san?"

"Contrary to what Yabu believes, I believe thou art not stupid, that everything tonight was said deliberately, planned deliberately—on Toranaga's orders."

She smoothed a crease in her brocade kimono.  "He gave me orders.  Yes."

Blackthorne turned to Portuguese, "He's betrayed you.  You're a decoy.  Do you know that?  You're just bait for one of his traps."

"Why do you say that?"

"You're the bait.  So am I.  It's obvious, isn't it?  Yabu's bait.  Toranaga sent us all here as a sacrifice."

"No, you're wrong, Anjin-san.  So sorry, but you're wrong."

In Latin he said, "I tell thee that thou art beautiful and I love thee, but thou art a liar."

"No one has ever said that to me before."

"Thou hast also said no one ever said 'I love thee' before."

She looked down at her fan.  "Let us talk of other things."

"What does Toranaga gain by sacrificing us?"

She did not answer.

"Mariko-san, I have the right to ask thee.  I'm not afraid.  I just want to know what he gains."

"I don't know."

"Thou!  Swear by thy love and thy God."

"Even thee?"  She replied bitterly in Latin.  "Thou also with thy 'Swear before God' and questions and questions and questions?"

"It is thy life and my life and I cherish
both
.  Again,
what does he gain?
"

Her voice became louder.  "Listen thou, yes, I chose the time and yes, I am not a stupid woman and—"

"Be cautious, Mariko-chan, please keep thy voice down or that would be very stupid."

"So sorry.  Yes, it was done deliberately and in public as Toranaga wished."

"Why?"

"Because Ishido's a peasant and he must let us go.  The challenge had to be before his peers.  The Lady Ochiba approves our going to meet Lord Toranaga.  I talked to her and she is not opposed.  There's nothing to trouble thyself about."

"I do not like to see fire in thee.  Or venom.  Or crossness.  Where is thy tranquillity?  And where are thy manners?  Perhaps thou should learn to watch the rocks growing. 
Neh?
"

Mariko's anger vanished and she laughed.  "Ah, thee!  Thou art right.  Please forgive me."  She felt refreshed, herself again.  "Oh, how I love thee, and honor thee, and I was so proud of thee tonight I almost kissed thee, there in front of them as is thy custom."

"Madonna, that would have set fire in their tinderboxes,
neh?
"

"If I were alone with thee I would kiss thee until thy cries for mercy filled the universe."

"I thank thee, Lady, but thou art there and I am here and the world's between us."

"Ah, but there's no world between us.  My life is full because of thee."

In a moment he said, "And Yabu's orders to you—to apologize and stay?"

"They may not be obeyed, so sorry."

"Because of Toranaga's orders?"

"Yes.  But not his orders truly—it is also my wish.  All this was my suggestion to him.  It is I who begged to be allowed to come here, my darling.  Before God that is the truth."

"What will happen tomorrow?"

She told him what she had told Kiri, adding, "Everything is going to be better than planned.  Isn't Ishido
already
thy patron?  I swear I do not know how Lord Toranaga can be so clever.  Before I left he told me that would happen, might happen.  He knew that Yabu has no power in Kyushu.  Only Ishido or Kiyama could protect thee there.  We are not decoys.  We are in his protection.  We're quite safe."

"What about the nineteen days—eighteen now?  Toranaga must be here,
neh?
"

"Yes."

"Then isn't this as Ishido says, a waste of time?"

"Truly I don't know.  I only know that nineteen, eighteen, or even three days can be an eternity."

"Or tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow also.  Or the next day."

"And if Ishido will not let thee go tomorrow?"

"This is the only chance we have.  All of us.  Ishido must be humbled."

"Thou art certain?"

"Yes, before God, Anjin-san."

Blackthorne clawed out of a nightmare again but the moment he was truly awake the dream vanished.  Grays were staring at him through the mosquito net in the light of early dawn.

"Good morning," he said to them, hating to have been watched while he slept.

He came from under the net and went out into the corridor, down staircases, until he came to the garden toilet.  Guards, both Browns and Grays, accompanied him.  He hardly noticed them.

The dawn was smoky.  The sky to the east was already burnt clean of the haze.  The air smelled salt and wet from the sea.  Flies already swarmed.  It'll be hot today, he thought.

Footsteps approached.  Through the door opening he saw Chimmoko.  She waited patiently, chatting with the guards, and when he came out she bowed and greeted him.

"Where Mariko-san?" he asked.

"With Kiritsubo-san, Anjin-san."

"Thank you.  When leave?"

"Soon, Sire."

"Say to Mariko-san like say good morning before leave."  He said it again although Mariko had already promised to find him before she went back to her home to collect her belongings.

"Yes, Anjin-san."

He nodded as a samurai should and left her and went to wash and bathe.  It was not custom to have a hot bath in the morning.  But every morning he would always go there and pour cold water all over himself.  "Eeeee, Anjin-san," his guards or watchers would always say, "that surely is most very good for your health."

He dressed and went to the battlements that overlooked the forecourt of this castle wing.  He wore a Brown kimono and swords, his pistol concealed under his sash.  Browns on sentry duty welcomed him as one of them, though very disquieted by his Grays.  Other Grays teemed on the battlements opposite, overlooking them, and outside their gate.

"Many Grays, many more than usual.  Understand, Anjin-san?"  Yoshinaka said, coming out onto the balcony.

"Yes."

The captain of the Grays moved up to them.  "Please don't go too near the edge, Anjin-san.  So sorry."

The sun was on the horizon.  Its warmth felt good on Blackthorne's skin.  There were no clouds in the sky and the breeze was dying.

The captain of the Grays pointed at Blackthorne's sword.  "Is that Oil Seller, Anjin-san?"

"Yes, Captain."

"May I be allowed to see the blade?"

Blackthorne drew the sword part way from its scabbard.  Custom decreed a sword should not be totally drawn unless it was to be used.

"Eeee, beautiful,
neh?
" the captain said.  The others, Browns and Grays, crowded round, equally impressed.

Blackthorne shoved the sword back, not displeased.  "Honor to wear Oil Seller."

"Can you use a sword, Anjin-san?" the captain asked.

"No, Captain.  Not as samurai.  But I learn."

"Ah, yes.  That's very good."

In the forecourt two stories below, Browns were exercising, still in shadow.  Blackthorne watched them.  "How many samurai here, Yoshinaka-san?"

"Four hundred and three, Anjin-san, including two hundred that came with me."

"And out there?"

"Grays?"  Yoshinaka laughed.  "Lots—very many."

The Grays' captain showed his teeth with his grin.  "Almost one hundred thousand.  You understand, Anjin-san, 'one hundred thousand'?"

"Yes.  Thank you."

They all looked away as a phalanx of porters and pack horses and three palanquins rounded the far corner and approached under guard from the end of the access to this cul-de-sac.  The avenue was still deeply shadowed and dark between the tall guarded walls.  Flares still burned in wall sockets.  Even from this distance they could see the nervousness of the porters.  Grays across from them seemed more hushed and attentive, and so did the Browns on guard.

The tall gates opened to admit the party, their escorting Grays staying outside with their comrades, then closed again.  The great iron bar clanged back into the large brackets that were set deep into the granite walls.  No portcullis guarded this gateway.

Yoshinaka said, "Anjin-san, please excuse me.  I must see all is well.  All ready,
neh?
"

"I wait here."

"Yes."  Yoshinaka left.

The Grays' captain went to the parapet and watched below.  Christ Jesus, Blackthorne was thinking, I hope she's right and Toranaga's right.  Not long now, eh?  He measured the sun and muttered vaguely to himself in Portuguese, "Not long to go."

Unconsciously the captain grunted his agreement and Blackthorne realized the man understood him clearly
in Portuguese
, was therefore Catholic and another possible assassin.  His mind rushed back to last night, and he remembered that everything he had said to Mariko had been in Latin.  Was it all in Latin?  Mother of God, what about her saying " . . . I can order them killed?"  Was that in Latin?  Does he speak Latin, too, like that other captain, the one who was killed during the first escape from Osaka?

The sun was gathering strength now and Blackthorne took his eyes off the captain of Grays.  If you didn't murder me in the night maybe you'll never do it, he thought, putting this Catholic into a compartment.

He saw Kiri come out into the forecourt below.  She was supervising maids bearing panniers and chests for the pack horses.  She looked tiny, standing on the main steps where Sazuko had pretended to slip, initiating Toranaga's escape.  Just to the north was the lovely garden and tiny rustic house where he'd first seen Mariko and Yaemon, the Heir.  His mind journeyed with the noon cortege out of the castle, curling through the maze, then safely out, through the woods, and down to the sea.  He prayed that she would be safe and everyone safe.  Once they were away, Yabu and he would leave and go to the galley and out to sea.

From here on the battlements the sea seemed so near.  The sea beckoned.  And the horizon.

"
Konbanwa
, Anjin-san."

"Mariko-san!"  She was as radiant as ever.

"
Konbanwa
," he said, then in Latin, nonchalantly, "Beware of this Gray man—he understands," continuing instantly in Portuguese to give her time to cover, "yes, I don't understand how you can be so beautiful after so little sleep."  He took her arm and put her back to the captain, guiding her nearer the parapet.  "Look, there's Kiritsubo-san!"

"Thank you.  Yes—yes, I'm . . . thank you."

"Why don't you wave to Kiritsubo-san?"

She did as she was asked and called out her name.  Kiri saw them and waved back.

After a moment, relaxed again and in control, Mariko said, "Thank you, Anjin-san.  You're very clever and very wise."  She greeted the captain casually and wandered to a ledge and sat down, first making sure that the seat was clean.  "It's going to be a fine day,
neh?
"

"Yes.  How did you sleep?"

"I didn't, Anjin-san.  Kiri and I chatted the last of the night away and I saw the dawn come.  I love dawns.  You?"

"My rest was disturbed but—"

"Oh, so sorry."

"I'm fine now—really.  You're leaving now?"

"Yes, but I'll be back at noon to collect Kiri-san and the Lady Sazuko."  She turned her face away from the captain and said in Latin, "Thou.  Remember the Inn of the Blossoms?"

"Assuredly.  How could I forget?"

"If there is a delay . . . tonight will be thus—as perfect and as peace-filled."

"Ah, that that could be possible.  But I would prefer thee safely on thy way."

Mariko continued in Portuguese.  "Now I must go, Anjin-san.  You will please excuse me?"

"I'll take you to the gate."

"No, please.  Watch me from here.  You and the captain can watch from here,
neh?
"

"Of course," Blackthorne said at once, understanding.  "Go with God."

"And thee."

He stayed on the parapet.  While he waited sunlight fell into the forecourt, thrusting the shadows away.  Mariko appeared below.  He saw her greet Kiri and Yoshinaka and they chatted together, no enemy Grays near them.  Then they bowed.  She looked up at him, shading her eyes, and waved gaily.  He waved back.  The gates were pushed aside and, with Chimmoko a few discreet paces behind her, she walked out, accompanied by her escort of ten Browns.  The gates swung closed once more.  For a moment she was lost from view.  When she reappeared, fifty Grays from the swarm outside their walls had surrounded them as a further honor guard.  The cortege marched away down the sunless avenue.  He watched her until she had turned the far corner.  She never looked back.

"Go eat now, Captain," he said.

"Yes, of course, Anjin-san."

Blackthorne went to his own quarters and ate rice, pickled vegetables, and broiled chunks of fish, followed by early fruit from Kyushu—crisp small apples, apricots, and hard-fleshed plums.  He savored the tart fruit and the cha.

"More, Anjin-san?" the servant asked.

"No, thank you."  He offered fruits to his guards and they were accepted gratefully, and when they had finished, he went back to the sunny battlements again.  He would have liked to examine the priming of his concealed pistol but he thought it better not to draw attention to it.  He had checked it once in the night as best he could under the sheet, under the mosquito net.  But without actually seeing, he could not be sure of the tamping or the flint.

There's nothing more you can do, he thought.  You're a puppet.  Be patient, Anjin-san, your watch ends at noon.