Authors: James Clavell
“So sorry,” this samurai said firmly. “I and my men have no alternative but to watch with our own eyes.”
Kiri said, “I will be glad to stay. Of course someone’s necessary.”
“So sorry, Kiritsubo-san, we must be present. Please excuse me, Lady Toda,” the captain continued uncomfortably, “but none of us speaks the barbarian.”
“No one suggests you would be so impolite as to listen,” said Mariko, near anger. “But barbarian customs are different from ours.”
Yoshinaka said, “Obviously the Grays must obey their lord. You were totally correct tonight that a samurai’s first duty is to his liege lord, Lady Toda, and totally correct to point it out in public.”
“Perfectly correct, Lady,” the captain of the Grays agreed with the same measure of pride. “There’s no other reason for a samurai’s life,
neh?”
“Thank you,” she said, warmed by their respect.
“We should also honor the Anjin-san’s customs if we can, Captain,” Yoshinaka said. “Perhaps I have a solution. Please follow me.” He led the way back to the audience room. “Please, Lady,
would you take the Anjin-san and sit there.” He pointed to the far dais. “The Anjin-san’s guards can stay by the doors and do their duty to their liege lord, we can do ours, and you may talk as you wish, according to the Anjin-san’s customs.
Neh?”
Mariko explained to Blackthorne what Yoshinaka had said, then continued prudently in Latin, “They will never leave thee tonight. We have no alternative—except I can order them killed at once if that is thy wish.”
“My wish is to talk to thee privately,” Blackthorne replied. “But not at the cost of lives. I thank thee for asking me.”
Mariko turned to Yoshinaka. “Very well, thank you, Yoshinaka-san. Would you please send someone for incense braziers to keep away the mosquitoes.”
“Of course. Please excuse me, Lady, is there any further news of the Lady Yodoko?”
“No, Yoshinaka-san. We heard she’s still resting easily, without pain.” Mariko smiled at Blackthorne. “Shall we go and sit there, Anjin-san?”
He followed her. Kiri went back to her own quarters and the Grays stood at the doors of the audience room. The captain of the Grays was near Yoshinaka, a few paces away from the others. “I don’t like this,” he whispered roughly.
“Is the Lady Toda going to pull out his sword and kill him? No offense, but where are your wits?”
Yoshinaka limped away to check the other posts. The captain looked at the dais. Mariko and the Anjin-san were seated opposite each other, well lit by flares. He could not hear what they were saying. He focused on their lips but was still no wiser, though his eyes were very good and he could speak Portuguese. I suppose they’re talking the Holy Fathers’ language again, he told himself. Hideous language, impossible to learn.
Still, what does it matter? Why shouldn’t she talk to the heretic in private if that’s her pleasure? Neither are long for this earth. So very sad. Oh, Blessed Madonna, take her forever into thy keeping for her bravery.
“Latin is safer, Anjin-san.” Her fan sent a droning mosquito skittering.
“They can hear us from here?”
“No, I do not believe so, not if we keep our voices softened and talk as thou hast taught me with so little movement of the mouth.”
“Good. What occurred with Kiyama?”
“I love thee.”
“Thou …”
“I have missed thee.”
“And I thee. How can we meet alone?”
“Tonight it is not possible. Tomorrow night will be possible, my love. I have a plan.”
“Tomorrow? But what about thy departure?”
“Tomorrow they may stop me, Anjin-san—please do not worry. The next day we will all be free to leave as we wish. Tomorrow night, if I am stopped, I will be with thee.”
“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.