Steel Rain (34 page)

The door slides open and Sashi-san, Lady of the Tir, lady of mystery and long-time associate of Honjowara
-sama
, enters the room. She wears a delicate high-waisted jacket over an elegant long dress that glimmers like waves of liquid gold. She moves with fluid grace. She gives her hand into the hand that Honjowara
-sama
offers and, like a petal settling to the earth, descends gracefully to her knees, and bows, to Honjowara
-sama
, then to Kuroda
-sensei
and Machiko.

Why does Honjowara
-sama
call this lady into the room, into a meeting concerning terrorists and possible traitors? Machiko looks closely at Sashi-san and notices something she has never observed before, a discordant element in the Lady's manner. Sashi-san
's
expression seems clouded, troubled. She lifts her eyes from the floor only to glance at Honjowara
-sama
and present him with a fleeting phantom of a smile. She does not look up at all in bowing to Kuroda
-sensei
and Machiko. Neither does she smile.

Once she is settled at Honjowara
-sama
's side, Kuroda
-sensei
bows, rises, and walks from the room.

Into the quiet that follows Sashi-san says something to Honjowara
-sama
. Her voice is soft and as melodic as a song and the words she speaks are all but unknown. Is this Sperethiell, the elven tongue of Tir Tairngire? Machiko is unsure. She has always intended to learn something of the elven language, but time and opportunity have always been lacking.

And now Honjowara
-sama
again takes Sashi-san's hand in his own and gently squeezes; and, looking at the lady gravely, he nods. Obviously, he means to reassure the lady, to support her, but why? What is the need?

Honjowara
-sama
looks to Machiko, and says, "This lady has certain information to convey to you. This information may be troubling, a challenge to the spirit, but you must not doubt its veracity. I tell you that Sashi-san is a lady of great and noble spirit. She will speak only the truth to you. Only the truth."

Machiko accepts this with a bow. She merely wonders why Honjowara
-sama
would choose to assure her that this lady, a close associate of many years, considered by some to be his mistress, would speak only the truth. Machiko would expect such a person, no less than Zoge-san and Honjowara
-sama's
other close associates, to speak only the truth. The assurance seems unnecessary, and yet she knows that Honjowara
-sama
rarely does things that are unnecessary.

Then, to Machiko's surprise, Honjowara
-sama
rises and walks from the room.

What is going on here?

Moments pass. Sashi-san briefly lifts her eyes as if glancing toward the open doors at Machiko's back. In a soft voice, she says, "Spring is upon us. Even here in the plex the air tastes of new, fresh scents. Perhaps we could sit in the garden?"

Machiko hesitates, then says, "If that is your wish."

"Yes. Please."

They move into the sunny warmth of the garden. It is a garden surrounded on all four sides by buildings of the Yoshida
-kai
, the headquarters building and others. The transparex roof two stories overhead admits the sun, but gives shelter to an atmosphere of serene quiet. Sashi-san, with her long dress and graceful movements, seems almost to glide over the curving stone walkway that leads to the garden's heart.

She alights on a low wooden dais just large enough for the round cushion lying upon it, situated beside a bed of pebbles that resembles a vast ocean, marked by rocky outcrops that seem like mountainous isles amid an infinite sea, surmounted by moss like broad meadows and a few scattered bonzai like huge primeval trees.

Machiko deliberates, decides to remain standing.

"It is difficult," Sashi-san say, "facing you now. We have rarely spoken, and only briefly. Politely. Even here, in this lovely place, I am uncertain of how to choose my words or how to use them."

To Machiko, it seems that the lady is being excessively polite. "Please do not worry unduly about your choice of words. I am primarily concerned with the information the Chairman said you have to convey."

"You are a hardy warrior. A proven member of the Green Serpent Guard."

Machiko hesitates. "Have you some question about my status?"

"I merely remind myself," Sashi-san says with a brief smile. "You wear the colors of the Guard well, but you are also a woman and very attractive. Forgive me, but I have little experience in the company of women warriors. I do not wish to offend you."

It is all very curious, this lady, her words, her manner, but Machiko thrusts such thoughts from mind and focuses on the point of her and Sashi-san being together.

"Please do not worry about offending me," Machiko says. "Recent events compel us to move ahead as efficiently as possible."

Sashi-san seems to grasp the veiled suggestion in this. She appears to consider her thoughts very briefly. "I should perhaps begin by speaking of Tir Tairngire. You are aware, I'm certain, that the Tir rose from within the lands formerly occupied by the Salish-Shidhe tribal peoples. And that independence did not come until 2035."

Machiko nods. "I am familiar with the Tir's historical background."

"What elf is not?" And here Sashi-san smiles, but the smile seems tentative, perhaps tender. To Machiko, it seems as if the lady is unsure, yet wishes to convey some discreet meaning, woman to woman. Machiko wonders what is intended. Obviously, they are both elves. They are both just as obviously of Asian lineage, despite the statement of Sashi-san's golden hair.

"In the early days," Sashi-san says, "it was never certain that we would succeed in founding the Land of Promise. At first, there were only a very few involved. We faced much determined opposition. Many worked actively against us. Certain of our number struggled constantly to find what allies we could. We knew of course that a country could not be woven wholly out of dreams and pleasant desires. There must be concrete resources to match the vision. Did you know that Honjowara Okido helped to supply these resources?"

"No, I did not know," Machiko replies. Yet, it has always been clear that some connection exists between Nagato Combine and the Tir. It has often been said that Sashi-san, in some capacity, represents the interests of the Tir to Honjowara
-sama
.

Sashi-san smiles, and says, "Okido-san helped us in many ways. He served as our factor in a world dominated by norms, and as our friend in a world controlled by many enemies. Most importantly, in the beginning, he helped us to secure credit, and to obtain the materials and expertise we so desperately needed."

In an effort to move the talk along, Machiko asks, "Why does Honjowara
-sama
believe it is important for me to know this?"

"Because this is where it all begins, everything I must tell you. It is bound together by relations between Tir Taimgire and Nagato Combine, between Okido-san and I. It is where your beginning may be found, as well."

"My beginning? I have never been to the Tir."

"You have," Sashi-san says. And placing a hand at her waist, over the stomach, she adds, "When you were here. With me."

Machiko is a moment grasping the implication. A moment more ascertaining that Sashi-san does not appear to be joking. "Excuse me, but this is not possible, what you are saying."

The tender look returns to Sashi-san's features. Her smile grows almost excruciatingly vulnerable. "We met in Seattle, Okido-san and I. It was the year that the Native American Nations opened their lands to metas. There had been no riots for some time. The terror that was to come was many years away. It seemed, to some of us, that the world was finally becoming accustomed to the Awakening. We were hearing much in those days of Okido-san and his New Way. I remember so clearly his words, how we must move with the tide of the Sixth World, or be swallowed by hatred. We who believed in the Land of Promise, who sought to create it, were very impressed with the man. When he traveled to Seattle, it was in the spring. I was sent to meet him, to determine if his words could be believed, if he was prepared to back his ideals. I had only the Promise to offer, future consideration, yet Okido-san not only met me but talked with me through the night. There was a chemistry between us. We both felt it. We had so much in common, beginning with the most basic ideals. We soon fell in love. Later that year, I discovered that love had borne fruit. There could be no doubt as to the father, as I have never been with any man but one." Machiko struggles to maintain a settled spirit, but this is very difficult. She feels as though she is listening to a fantasy that goes beyond impossible. "Excuse me if I seem rude," she says, "but you clearly have me confused with someone else. Of course, I accept what you say concerning your relations with Honjowara
-sama
. I feel greatly privileged to be entrusted with such intimate information. But there is no question about my lineage. I have seen the records. My biological parents were both elves and they were killed in a terrorist bombing."

Sashi-san's expression grows very clouded. "I am sure that you must be aware that no records are inviolate. That they may be changed. Created out of whole cloth."

"Not without reason."

"There were compelling reasons. There still are. Consider the world around us. It is nearly five decades since the Awakening and still bigotry simmers. Hatred foments. Why must Okido-san be constantly surrounded by loyal warriors? Why must he work constantly to keep Nagato Combine bound together? Because the divisive elements will use any excuse to tear apart what he has brought together. And we of Tir Tairngire are confronted daily by many of these same enemies."

This would be intolerable, an outrage, coming from anyone less than Honjowara
-sama's
own mistress. "If Honjowara
-sama
were indeed my biological father, a concept I regard as incredible, and do not accept, he would not leave it to you to inform me of the fact. He would face me and say what must be said and then he would explain it." Sashi-san looks briefly down at her lap, then meets Machiko's gaze directly and says, quietly, "A son he would face. A daughter he gives to my hands. Should not a mother be the one to speak of such things with a daughter? If you wish, I will ask Okido-san to come here in my place."

It is not as simple as that. Honjowara
-sama
has already said that Sashi-san would speak only the truth. What she says may be unbelievable—as much a challenge to the spirit as to simple comprehension—but to seek confirmation from Honjowara
-sama
, that would be an intolerable affront. An insult directed at him personally. "I still have heard no compelling reasons why the records of my background should be falsified."

Sashi-san brushes briefly at her eyes. "When I returned from Seattle," she says, softly, "I reported that Okido-san was very eager to help us found the Land of Promise. He was willing to work with us, though we had little to offer but the future. There were those among us who entertained doubts, who suspected that Okido-san offered help only as a means to gain power over us, and all that we were to create. When they learned that Okido-san and I were lovers, they presented me with a plan. A plan designed to test my loyalty and Okido-san's ideals."

"What plan?" Machiko asks.

"A very difficult plan," Sashi-san says. "I only hope that you will understand because you have sworn to surrender your life in defense of Okido-san. That is the depth of your commitment. I have made a similar commitment, a comparable sacrifice. I have given up part of my life."

The meaning of this is clear. Sashi-san has done what she has done because of duty. Is no sacrifice too great if duty demands it? Machiko hesitates to ask what must be asked, the question that her heart compels her to ask. "What have you given up?"

"The plan I speak of required me to surrender my unborn child, the small embryo that had taken root inside me during my time in Seattle. It was exchanged for the embryo of a norm taken from among Okido-san's people. From Chizu-san. Sumatsu Chizu."

This name, the name of Machiko's adoptive mother, her "birth" mother, brings a gnawing feeling of dread. It brings Machiko a sense of horror that grows and grows. "This is not possible," she says, but the lack of conviction in her voice reveals her inner fears. "My mother, she could never ... You do not know her. You do not know how desperately she wanted a child, her own child."

"Chizu-san is a loyal executive. As is her husband. Both your surrogate parents have fully embraced the Chairman's New Way."

Machiko cannot deny this. Cannot imagine anything to say, but, "You do not know them."

Sashi-san looks to her with eyes that gleam with pain, and,
in an anguished tone, says, "Consider your name. Who but

Honjowara Okido could have given you such a name?"

It is like a small sword, slipping into Machiko's midsection. The question has always been there, throughout her whole life. Never really considered in a serious way, but never entirely dismissed or forgotten. It is impossible not to see the similarity between "Machiko" and the name, "machi-yakko," for the ancient warriors, ancestor of the Honjowara-
gumi
, who defended the common peoples against unruly bands of ronin samurai. It is just as impossible not to see the implied connection between the name and Honjowara
-sama's
New Way, the condemnation of gangster methods and hatred against metahumans, the campaign to return the clans to the honorable path of their ancestors.