"Send them both out of the castle. At once! Send them back to.... No, lodge them at an inn-a third-cla.s.s inn-and tell them to wait there until I send for them." Toranaga said testily, as the man vanished, "Disgusting! Pimps wanting to be samurai? Filthy peasants don"t know their place anymore!"
Mariko watched him sitting on his cushion, his fan waving desultorily. She was jarred by the change in him. Gloom, irritation, and petulance, where before there had always been only buoyant confidence. He had listened to the secrets with interest, but not with the excitement she had expected. Poor man, she thought with pity, he"s given up. What"s the good of any information to him? Perhaps he"s wise to cast things of the world aside and prepare for the unknown. Better you should do that yourself too, she thought, dying inside a bit more. Yes, but you can"t, not yet, somehow you"ve got to protect your son.
They were on the sixth floor of the tall fortified donjon and the windows overlooked the whole city on three quarters of the compa.s.s. Sunset was dark tonight, the thread of moon low on the horizon, the dank air stifling, though here, almost a hundred feet above the floor of the castle battlements, the room gathered every breath of wind. The room was low and fortified and took up half the whole floor, other rooms beyond.
Toranaga picked up the dispatch that Hiro-matsu had sent with Mariko and read it again. She noticed his hand tremble.
"What"s he want to come to Yedo for?" Impatiently Toranaga tossed the scroll aside.
"I don"t know, Sire, so sorry. He just asked me to give you this dispatch."
"Did you talk to the Christian renegade?"
"No, Sire. Yoshinaka-san said you"d given orders against anyone doing that."
"How was Yoshinaka on the journey?"
"Very capable, Sire," she said, patiently answering the question for a second time. "Very efficient. He guarded us very well and delivered us on time exactly."
"Why didn"t the priest Tsukku-san come back with you all the way?"
"On the road from Mishima, Sire, he and the Anjin-san quarreled," Mariko told him, not knowing what Father Alvito might have already told Toranaga, if in fact Toranaga had sent for him yet. "The Father decided to travel on alone."
"What was the quarrel about?"
"Partially over me, my soul, Sire. Mostly because of their religious enmity and because of the war between their rulers."
"Who started it?"
"They were equally to blame. It began over a flask of liquor." Mariko told him what had pa.s.sed with Rodrigues, then continued, "The Tsukku-san had brought a second flask as a gift, wanting, so he said, to intercede for Rodrigues-san, but the Anjin-san said, shockingly bluntly, that he didn"t want any "Papist liquor," preferred sake, and he didn"t trust priests. The-the Holy Father flared up, was equally shockingly blunt, saying he had never dealt in poison, never would, and could never condone such a thing."
"Ah, poison? Do they use poison as a weapon?"
"The Anjin-san told me some of them do, Sire. This led to more violent words and then they were hacking at each other over religion, my soul, about Catholics and Protestants ... I left to fetch Yoshinaka-san as soon as I could and he stopped the quarrel."
"Barbarians cause nothing but trouble. Christians cause nothing but trouble. Neh?" Neh?"
She did not answer him. His petulance unsettled her. It was so unlike him and there seemed to be no reason for such a breakdown in his legendary self-control. Perhaps the shock of being beaten is too much for him, she thought. Without him we"re all finished, my son"s finished, and the Kwanto will soon be in other hands. His gloom was infecting her. She had noticed in the streets and in the castle the pall that seemed to hang over the whole city-a city that was famous for its gaiety, brash good humor, and delight with life.
"I was born the year the first Christians arrived and they"ve bedeviled the land ever since," Toranaga said. "For fifty-eight years nothing but trouble. Neh?" Neh?"
"I"m sorry they offend you, Sire. Was there anything else? With your permi-"
"Sit down. I haven"t finished yet." Toranaga rang the bell again. The door opened. "Send Buntaro-san in."
Buntaro walked in. Grim-faced, he knelt and bowed. She bowed to him, numb, but he did not acknowledge her.
A while ago Buntaro had met their cortege at the castle gate. After a brief greeting, he had told her she was to go at once to Lord Toranaga. The Anjin-san would be sent for later.
"Buntaro-san, you asked to see me in your wife"s presence as soon as possible?"
"Yes, Sire."
"What is it you want?"
"I humbly beg permission to take the Anjin-san"s head," Buntaro said.
"Why?"
"Please excuse me but I ... I don"t like the way he looks at my wife. I wanted ... I wanted to say it in front of her, the first time, before you. Also, he insulted me at Anjiro and I can no longer live with this shame."
Toranaga glanced at Mariko, who seemed to be frozen in time. "You accuse her of encouraging him?"
"I ... I ask permission to take his head."
"You accuse her of encouraging him? Answer the question!"
"Please excuse me, Sire, but if I thought that I"d be duty bound to take her head the same instant," Buntaro replied stonily, his eyes on the tatamis. "The barbarian"s a constant irritation to my harmony. I believe he"s a hara.s.sment to you. Let me remove his head, I beg you." He looked up, his heavy jowls unshaven, eyes deeply shadowed. "Or let me take my wife now and tonight we"ll go before you-to prepare the way."
"What do you say to that, Mariko-san?"
"He is my husband. Whatever he decides, that will I do-unless you overrule him, Sire. This is my duty."
Toranaga looked from man to woman. Then his voice hardened, and for a moment he was like the Toranaga of old. "Mariko-san, you will leave in three days for Osaka. You will prepare that that way for me, and wait for me there. Buntaro-san, you will accompany me as commander of my escort when I leave. After you have acted as my second, you or one of your men may do the same with the Anjin-san-with or without his approval." way for me, and wait for me there. Buntaro-san, you will accompany me as commander of my escort when I leave. After you have acted as my second, you or one of your men may do the same with the Anjin-san-with or without his approval."
Buntaro cleared his throat. "Sire, please order Crim-"
"Hold your tongue! You forget yourself! I"ve told you no no three times! The next time you have the impertinence to offer unwanted advice you will slit your belly in a Yedo cesspool!" three times! The next time you have the impertinence to offer unwanted advice you will slit your belly in a Yedo cesspool!"
Buntaro"s head was on the tatamis. "I apologize, Sire. I apologize for my impertinence."
Mariko was equally appalled by Toranaga"s ill-mannered, shameful outburst, and she bowed low also, to hide her own embarra.s.sment. In a moment Toranaga said, "Please excuse my temper. Your plea is granted, Buntaro-san, but only after you"ve acted as my second."
"Thank you, Sire. Please excuse me for offending you."
"I ordered you both to make peace with one another. Have you done so?"
Buntaro nodded shortly. Mariko too.
"Good. Mariko-san, you will come back with the Anjin-san tonight, in the Hour of the Dog. You may go now."
She bowed and left them.
Toranaga stared at Buntaro. "Well? Do you Do you accuse her?" accuse her?"
"It... it is unthinkable she"d betray me, Sire," Buntaro answered sullenly.
"I agree." Toranaga waved a fly away with his fan, seeming very tired. "Well, you may have the Anjin-san"s head soon. I need it on his shoulders a little longer."
"Thank you, Sire. Again please excuse me for irritating you."
"These are irritating times. Foul times." Toranaga leaned forward. "Listen, I want you to go to Mishima at once to relieve your father for a few days. He asks permission to come here to consult with me. I don"t know what.... Anyway, I must have someone in Mishima I can trust. Would you please leave at dawn-but by way of Takato."
"Sire?" Buntaro saw that Toranaga was keeping calm only with an enormous effort, and in spite of his will, his voice was trembling.
"I"ve a private message for my mother in Takato. You"re to tell no one you"re going there. But once you"re clear of the city, cut north."
"I understand."
"Lord Zataki may prevent you from delivering it-may try to. You are to give it only into her hands. You understand? To her alone. Take twenty men and gallop there. I"ll send a carrier pigeon to ask safe conduct from him."
"Your message will be verbal or in writing, Lord?"
"In writing."
"And if I can"t deliver it?"
"You must deliver it, of course you must. That"s why I picked you! But ... if you"re betrayed like I"ve ... if you"re betrayed, destroy it before you commit suicide. The moment I hear such evil news, the Anjin-san"s head is off his shoulders. And if ... what about Mariko-san? What about your wife, if something goes wrong?"
"Please dispatch her, Sire, before you die. I would be honored if.... She merits a worthy second."
"She won"t die dishonorably, you have my promise. I"ll see to it. Personally. Now please come back at dawn for the dispatch. Don"t fail me. Only into my mother"s hands."
Buntaro thanked him again and left, ashamed of Toranaga"s outward show of fear.
Now alone, Toranaga took out a kerchief and wiped the sweat off his face. His fingers were trembling. He tried to control them but couldn"t. It had taken all his strength to continue acting the stupid dullard, to hide his unbounding excitement over the secrets, which, fantastically, promised the long-hoped-for reprieve.
"A possible reprieve, only possible-if they"re true," he said aloud, hardly able to think, the astoundingly welcome information that Mariko had brought from the Gyoko woman still shrieking in his brain.
Ochiba, he was gloating, ... so that harpy"s the lure to bring my brother tumbling out of his mountain eyrie. My brother wants Ochiba My brother wants Ochiba. But now it"s equally obvious he wants more than her, and more than just the Kwanto. He wants the realm. He detests Ishido, loathes Christians, and is now sick with jealousy over Ishido"s well-known l.u.s.t for Ochiba. So he"ll fall out with Ishido, Kiyama, and Onoshi. Because what my treacherous brother really wants is to be Shgun. He"s Minowara, with all the lineage necessary, all the ambition, but not the mandate. Or the Kwanto. First he must get the Kwanto to get the rest.
Toranaga rubbed his hands with glee at all the wonderful new possible ploys this newfound knowledge gave him against his brother.
And Onoshi the leper! A drop of honey in Kiyama"s ear at the right time, he thought, and the guts of the renegade"s treason twisted a little, improved modestly, and Kiyama might gather his legions and go after Onoshi with fire and sword at once. "Gyoko"s quite sure, Sire. The acolyte Brother Joseph said Lord Onoshi had whispered in the confessional that he had made a secret treaty with Ishido against a fellow Christian daimyo daimyo and wanted absolution. The treaty solemnly agreed that in return for support now, Ishido promised the day you are dead that this fellow Christian would be impeached for treason and invited into the Void, the same day, forcibly if necessary, and Onoshi"s son and heir would inherit all lands. The Christian was not named, Sire." and wanted absolution. The treaty solemnly agreed that in return for support now, Ishido promised the day you are dead that this fellow Christian would be impeached for treason and invited into the Void, the same day, forcibly if necessary, and Onoshi"s son and heir would inherit all lands. The Christian was not named, Sire."
Kiyama or Harima of Nagasaki? Toranaga asked himself. It doesn"t matter. For me it must be Kiyama.
He got up shakily, in spite of his jubilation, and groped to one of the windows, leaned heavily on the wooden sill. He peered at the moon, and the sky beyond. The stars were dull. Rain clouds were building.
"Buddha, all G.o.ds, any G.o.ds, let my brother take the bait-and let that woman"s whisperings be true!"
No shooting star appeared to show the message was acknowledged by the G.o.ds. No wind sprang up, no sudden cloud blanketed the crescent moon. Even if there had been a heavenly sign he would have dismissed it as a coincidence.
Be patient. Consider facts only. Sit down and think, he told himself.
He knew the strain was beginning to tell on him but it was vital that none of his intimates or va.s.sals-thus none of the legion of loose-mouthed fools or spies of Yedo-suspect for an instant that he was only feigning capitulation and play-acting the role of a beaten man. At Yokose he had realized at once that to accept the second scroll from his brother was his death knell. He had decided his only tiny chance of survival was to convince everyone, even himself, that he had absolutely accepted defeat, though in reality it was only a cover to gain time, continuing his lifelong pattern of negotiation, delay, and seeming retreat, always waiting patiently until a c.h.i.n.k in the armor appeared over a jugular, then stabbing home viciously, without hesitation.
Since Yokose he had waited out the lonely watches of the nights and the days, each one harder to bear. No hunting or laughing, no plotting or or planning or swimming or banter or dancing and singing in Nh plays that had delighted him all his life. Only the same lonely role, the most difficult in his life: gloom, surrender, indecision, apparent helplessness, with self-imposed semistarvation. planning or swimming or banter or dancing and singing in Nh plays that had delighted him all his life. Only the same lonely role, the most difficult in his life: gloom, surrender, indecision, apparent helplessness, with self-imposed semistarvation.
To help pa.s.s the time he had continued to refine the Legacy. This was a series of private secret instructions to his successors that he had formulated over the years on how best to rule after him. Sudara had already sworn to abide by the Legacy, as every heir to the mantle would be required to do. In this way the future of the clan would be a.s.sured-may be a.s.sured, Toranaga reminded himself as he changed a word or added a sentence or eliminated a paragraph, providing I escape this present trap.
The Legacy began: "The duty of a lord of a province is to give peace and security to the people and does not consist of shedding l.u.s.ter on his ancestors or working for the prosperity of his descendants...."
One of the maxims was: "Remember that fortune and misfortune should be left to heaven and natural law. They are not to be bought by prayer or any cunning device to be thought of by any man or self-styled saint."
Toranaga eliminated "... or self-styled saint," and changed the sentence to end "... by any man whatsoever."
Normally he would enjoy stretching his mind to write clearly and succinctly, but during the long days and nights it had taken all of his self-discipline to continue playing such an alien role.
That he had succeeded so well pleased him yet dismayed him. How could people be so gullible?
Thank the G.o.ds they are, he answered himself for the millionth time. By accepting "defeat" you have twice avoided war. You"re still trapped, but now, at long last, your patience has brought its reward and you have a new chance.
Perhaps you"ve got a chance, he corrected himself. Unless the secrets are false and given by an enemy to enmesh you further.
His chest began to ache, he became weak and dizzy, so he sat down and breathed deeply as the Zen teachers had taught him years ago. "Ten deep, ten slow, ten deep, ten slow, send your mind into the Void. There is no past or future, hot or cold, pain or joy-from nothing, into nothing...."
Soon he started to think clearly again. Then he went to his desk and began to write. He asked his mother to act as intermediary between himself and his half-brother and to present an offer for the future of their clan. First, he pet.i.tioned his brother to consider a marriage with the Lady Ochiba: "... of course it would be unthinkable for me to do this, brother. Too many daimyos daimyos would be enraged at my "vaulting ambition." But such a liaison with you would cement the peace of the realm, and confirm the succession of Yaemon-no one doubting your loyalty, though some in error doubt mine. You could certainly get a more eligible wife, but she could hardly get a better husband. Once the traitors to His Imperial Highness are removed, and I resume my rightful place as President of the Council of Regents, I will invite the Son of Heaven to request the marriage if you will agree to take on such a burden. I sincerely feel this sacrifice is the only way we can both secure the succession and do our sworn duty to the Taik. Second, you"re offered all the domains of the Christian traitors Kiyama and Onoshi, who are presently plotting, with the barbarian priests, a treasonous war against all non-Christian would be enraged at my "vaulting ambition." But such a liaison with you would cement the peace of the realm, and confirm the succession of Yaemon-no one doubting your loyalty, though some in error doubt mine. You could certainly get a more eligible wife, but she could hardly get a better husband. Once the traitors to His Imperial Highness are removed, and I resume my rightful place as President of the Council of Regents, I will invite the Son of Heaven to request the marriage if you will agree to take on such a burden. I sincerely feel this sacrifice is the only way we can both secure the succession and do our sworn duty to the Taik. Second, you"re offered all the domains of the Christian traitors Kiyama and Onoshi, who are presently plotting, with the barbarian priests, a treasonous war against all non-Christian daimyos daimyos, supported by a musket-armed invasion of barbarians as they did before against our liege lord, the Taik as they did before against our liege lord, the Taik. Further, you"re offered all the lands of any other Kyushu Christians who side with the traitor Ishido against me in the final battle. (Did you know that upstart peasant has had the impertinence to let it be known that once I am dead and he rules rules the Regents, he plans to dissolve the Council and marry the mother of the Heir himself?) the Regents, he plans to dissolve the Council and marry the mother of the Heir himself?) "And in return for the above, just this, brother: a secret treaty of alliance now, guaranteed safe pa.s.sage for my armies through the Shinano mountains, a joint attack under my generalship against Ishido at a time and manner of my choosing. Last, as a measure of my trust I will at once send my son Sudara, his wife the Lady Genjiko, and their children, including my only grandson, to you in Takato...."
This isn"t the work of a defeated man, Toranaga told himself as he sealed the scroll. Zataki will know that instantly. Yes, but now the trap"s baited. Shinano"s athwart my only road, and Zataki"s the initial key to the Osaka plains.
Is it true that Zataki wants Ochiba? I risk so much over the supposed whispers of a straddled maid and grunting man. Could Gyoko be lying for her own advantage, that impertinent bloodsucker! Samurai? So that"s the real key to unlock all her secrets.
She must have proof about Mariko and the Anjin-san. Why else would Mariko put such a request to me? Toda Mariko and the barbarian! The barbarian and Buntaro! Eeeee, life is strange.
Another twinge over his heart wracked him. After a moment he wrote the message for a carrier pigeon and plodded up the stairs to the loft above. Carefully he selected a Takato pigeon from one of the many panniers and slid the tiny cylinder home. Then he put the pigeon on the perch in the open box that would allow her to fly off at first light.
The message asked his mother to request safe pa.s.sage for Buntaro, who had an important dispatch for her and his brother. And he had signed it like the offer, Yoshi Toranaga-noh-Minowara, claiming that mantle for the first time in his life.
"Fly safe and true, little bird," he said, caressing her with a fallen feather. "You carry a heritage of ten thousand years."
Once more his eyes went to the city below. The smallest bar of light appeared on the west horizon. Down by the docks he could see the pinp.r.i.c.ks of flares that surrounded the barbarian ship.
There"s another key, he thought, and he began to rethink the three secrets. He knew he had missed something.
"I wish Kiri were here," he said to the night.
Mariko was kneeling in front of her polished metal mirror. She looked away from her face. In her hands was the dagger, catching the flickering oil light.
"I should use thee," she said, filled with grief. Her eyes sought the Madonna and Child in the niche beside the lovely spray of flowers, and filled with tears. "I know suicide"s a mortal sin, but what can I do? How can I live with this shame? It"s better for me to do it before I"m betrayed."
The room was quiet like the house. This was their family house, built within the innermost ring of defenses and the wide moat around the castle, where only the most favored and trusted hatamoto were allowed to live. Circling the house was a bamboo-walled garden and a tiny stream ran through it, tapped from the abundance of waters surrounding the castle.
She heard footsteps. The front gate creaked open and there was the sound of servants rushing to greet the master. Quickly she put the knife away in her obi and dried her tears. Soon there were footsteps and she opened her door, bowing politely.
In ill humor, Buntaro told her Toranaga had changed his mind again, that now he was ordered to Mishima temporarily. "I"ll leave at dawn. I wanted to wish you a safe journey-" He stopped and peered at her. "Why are you crying?"
"Please excuse me, Sire. It"s just because I"m a woman and life seems so difficult for me. And because of Toranaga-sama."