Yabu knew also that now he must commit himself. There was no more waiting. If he refused to give up the ship he would have to kill Hiro-matsu Iron Fist, because Hiro-matsu Iron Fist would never leave without it. There were perhaps two hundred elite samurai on the galley that was moored to the dock. They would also have to die. He could invite them ash.o.r.e and beguile them, and within a few hours he could easily have enough samurai in Anjiro to overwhelm them all, for he was a master at ambush. But that would force Toranaga to send armies against Izu. You will be swallowed up, he told himself, unless Ishido comes to your rescue. And why should Ishido rescue you when your enemy Ikawa Jikkyo is Ishido"s kinsman and wants Izu for himself? Killing Hiro-matsu will open hostilities, because Toranaga will be honor bound to move against you, which would force Ishido"s hand, and Izu would be the first battlefield.
What about my guns? My beautiful guns and my beautiful plan? I"ll lose my immortal chance forever if I have to turn them over to Toranaga.
His hand was on the Murasama sword and he could feel the blood in his sword arm and the blinding urge to begin. He had discarded at once the possibility of not mentioning the muskets. If the news of the ship had been betrayed, certainly the ident.i.ty of its cargo was equally betrayed. But how did Toranaga get the news so quickly? By carrier pigeon! That"s the only answer. From Yedo or from here? Who possesses carrier pigeons here? Why haven"t I such a service? That"s Zukimoto"s fault-he should have thought of it, neh? neh?
Make up your mind. War or no war?
Yabu called down the ill will of Buddha, of all kami kami, of all G.o.ds that had ever been or were yet to be invented, upon the man or men who had betrayed him, upon their parents and upon their descendants for ten thousand generations. And he conceded.
"Lord Toranaga cannot confiscate the ship because it"s already a gift to him. I"ve dictated a letter to that effect. Isn"t that so, Zujimoto?"
"Yes, Sire."
"Of course, if Lord Toranaga wishes to consider it confiscated he may. But it was to be a gift." Yabu was pleased to hear that his voice sounded matter-of-fact. "He will be happy with the booty."
"Thank you on behalf of my Master." Hiro-matsu again marveled at Toranaga"s foresight. Toranaga had predicted that this would happen and that there would be no fighting. "I don"t believe it," Hiro-matsu had said. "No daimyo daimyo would stand for such usurping of his rights. Yabu won"t. I certainly wouldn"t. Not even to you, Sire." would stand for such usurping of his rights. Yabu won"t. I certainly wouldn"t. Not even to you, Sire."
"But you would have obeyed orders and you would have told me about the ship. Yabu must be manipulated, neh? neh? I need his violence and cunning-he neutralizes Ikawa Jikkyu and guards my flank." I need his violence and cunning-he neutralizes Ikawa Jikkyu and guards my flank."
Here on the beach under a good sun Hiro-matsu forced himself into a polite bow, hating his own duplicity. "Lord Toranaga will be delighted with your generosity."
Yabu was watching him closely. "It"s not a Portuguese ship."
"Yes. So we heard."
"And it"s pirate." He saw the general"s eyes narrow.
"Eh?"
As he told him what the priest had said, Yabu thought, if that"s news to you as it was to me, doesn"t that mean that Toranaga had the same original information as I? But if you know the contents of the ship, then the spy is Omi, one of his samurai, or a villager. "There"s an abundance of cloth. Some treasure. Muskets, powder, and shot."
Hiro-matsu hesitated. Then he said, "The cloth is Chinese silks?"
"No, Hiro-matsu-san," he said, using the "san." They were daimyos daimyos equally. But now that he was magnanimously "giving" the ship, he felt safe enough to use the less deferential term. He was pleased to see that the word had not gone unnoticed by the older man. I"m equally. But now that he was magnanimously "giving" the ship, he felt safe enough to use the less deferential term. He was pleased to see that the word had not gone unnoticed by the older man. I"m daimyo daimyo of Izu, by the sun, the moon, and the stars! of Izu, by the sun, the moon, and the stars!
"It"s very unusual, a thick heavy cloth, totally useless to us," he said. "I"ve had everything worth salvaging brought ash.o.r.e."
"Good. Please put all of it aboard my ship."
"What?" Yabu"s bowels almost burst.
"All of it. At once."
"Now?"
"Yes. So sorry, but you"ll naturally understand that I want to return to Osaka as soon as possible."
"Yes but-but will there be s.p.a.ce for everything?"
"Put the cannon back on the barbarian ship and seal it up. Boats will be arriving within three days to tow it to Yedo. As to the muskets, powder, and shot, there"s-" Hiro-matsu stopped, avoiding the trap that he suddenly realized had been set for him.
"There"s just enough s.p.a.ce for the five hundred muskets," Toranaga had told him. "And all the powder and the twenty thousand silver doubloons aboard the galley. Leave the cannon on the deck of the ship and the cloth in the holds. Let Yabu do the talking and give him orders, don"t let him have time to think. But don"t get irritated or impatient with him. I need him, but I want those guns and that ship. Beware of his trying to trap you into revealing that you know the exactness of the cargo, because he must not uncover our spy."
Hiro-matsu cursed his inability to play these necessary games. "As to the s.p.a.ce needed," he said shortly, "perhaps you should tell me. And just exactly what is the cargo? How many muskets and shot and so forth? And is the bullion in bar or coins-is it silver or gold?"
"Zukimoto!"
"Yes, Yabu-sama."
"Get the list of the contents." I"ll deal with you later, Yabu thought. Zukimoto hurried away.
"You must be tired, Hiro-matsu-san. Perhaps some cha? Accommodations have been prepared for you, such as they are. The baths are totally inadequate, but perhaps one would refresh you a little."
"Thank you. You"re very thoughtul. Some cha and a bath would be excellent. Later. First tell me everything that has happened since the ship arrived here."
Yabu told him the facts, omitting the part about the courtesan and the boy, which was unimportant. On Yabu"s orders, Omi told his story, except for his private conversations with Yabu. And Mura told his, excluding the part about the Anjin"s erection which, Mura reasoned, though interesting, might have offended Hiro-matsu, whose own, at his age, might be few and far between.
Hiro-matsu looked at the plume of smoke that still rose from the pyre. "How many of the pirates are left?"
"Ten, Sire, including the leader," Omi said.
"Where"s the leader now?"
"In Mura"s house."
"What did he do? What was the first thing he did there after getting out of the pit?"
"He went straight to the bath house, Sire," Mura said quickly. "Now he"s asleep, Sire, like a dead man."
"You didn"t have to carry him this time?"
"No, Sire."
"He seems to learn quickly." Hiro-matsu glanced back at Omi. "You think they can be taught to behave?"
"No. Not for certain, Hiro-matsu-sama."
"Could you clean away an enemy"s urine from your back?"
"No, Lord."
"Nor could I. Never. Barbarians are very strange." Hiro-matsu turned his mind back to the ship. "Who will be supervising the loading?"
"My nephew, Omi-san."
"Good. Omi-san, I want to leave before dusk. My captain will help you be very quick. Within three sticks." The unit of time was the time it took for a standard stick of incense to smolder away, approximately one hour for one stick.
"Yes, Lord."
"Why not come with me to Osaka, Yabu-san?" Hiro-matsu said as though it was a sudden thought. "Lord Toranaga would be delighted to receive all these things from your hands. Personally. Please, there"s room enough." When Yabu began to protest he allowed him to continue for a time, as Toranaga had ordered, and then he said, as Toranaga had ordered, "I insist. In Lord Toranaga"s name, I insist. Your generosity needs to be rewarded."
With my head and my lands? Yabu asked himself bitterly, knowing that there was nothing he could do now but accept gratefully. "Thank you. I would be honored."
"Good. Well then, that"s all done," Iron Fist said with obvious relief. "Now some cha. And a bath."
Yabu politely led the way up the hill to Omi"s house. The old man was washed and scoured and then he lay gratefully in the steaming heat. Later Suwo"s hands made him new again. A little rice and raw fish and pickled vegetables taken sparingly in private. Cha sipped from good porcelain. A short dreamless nap.
After three sticks the shoji slid open. The personal bodyguard knew better than to go into the room uninvited; Hiro-matsu was already awake and the sword half unsheathed and ready.
"Yabu-sama is waiting outside, Sire. He says the ship is loaded."
"Excellent."
Hiro-matsu went onto the veranda and relieved himself into the bucket. "Your men are very efficient, Yabu-san."
"Your men helped, Hiro-matsu-san. They are more than efficient."
Yes, and by the sun, they had better be, Hiro-matsu thought, then said genially, "Nothing like a good p.i.s.s from a full bladder so long as there"s plenty of power behind the stream. Neh? Neh? Makes you feel young again. At my age you need to feel young." He eased his loincloth comfortably, expecting Yabu to make some polite remark in agreement, but none was forthcoming. His irritation began to rise but he curbed it. "Have the pirate leader taken to my ship." Makes you feel young again. At my age you need to feel young." He eased his loincloth comfortably, expecting Yabu to make some polite remark in agreement, but none was forthcoming. His irritation began to rise but he curbed it. "Have the pirate leader taken to my ship."
"What?"
"You were generous enough to make a gift of the ship and the contents. The crew are contents. So I"m taking the pirate leader to Osaka. Lord Toranaga wants to see him. Naturally you do what you like with the rest of them. But during your absence, please make certain that your retainers realize the barbarians are my Master"s property and that there had better be nine in good health, alive, and here when he wants them."
Yabu hurried away to the jetty where Omi would be.
When, earlier, he had left Hiro-matsu to his bath, he had walked up the track that meandered past the funeral ground. There he had bowed briefly to the pyre and continued on, skirting the terraced fields of wheat and fruit to come out at length on a small plateau high above the village. A tidy kamishrine guarded this tender place. An ancient tree bequeathed shade and tranquillity. He had gone there to quell his rage and to think. He had not dared to go near the ship or Omi or his men for he knew that he would have ordered most, if not all of them, to commit seppuku, which would have been a waste, and he would have slaughtered the village, which would have been foolish-peasants alone caught the fish and grew the rice that provided the wealth of the samurai.
While he had sat and fumed alone and tried to sharpen his brain, the sun bent down and drove the sea mists away. The clouds that shrouded the distant mountains to the west had parted for an instant and he had seen the beauty of the snow-capped peaks soaring. The sight had settled him and he had begun to relax and think and plan.
Set your spies to find the spy, he told himself. Nothing that Hiro-matsu said indicated whether the betrayal was from here or from Yedo. In Osaka you"ve powerful friends, the Lord Ishido himself among them. Perhaps one of them can smell out the fiend. But send a private message at once to your wife in case the informer is there. What about Omi? Make him responsible for finding the informer here? Is he the informer? That"s not likely, but not impossible. It"s more than probable the betrayal began in Yedo. A matter of timing. If Toranaga in Osaka got the information about the ship when it arrived, then Hiro-matsu would have been here first. You"ve informers in Yedo. Let them prove their worth.
What about the barbarians? Now they"re your only profit from the ship. How can you use them? Wait, didn"t Omi give you the answer? You could use their knowledge of the sea and ships to barter with Toranaga for guns. Neh? Neh?
Another possibility: become Toranaga"s va.s.sal va.s.sal completely. Give him your plan. Ask him to allow you to lead the Regiment of the Guns-for completely. Give him your plan. Ask him to allow you to lead the Regiment of the Guns-for his his glory. But a glory. But a va.s.sal should never expect his lord to reward his services or even acknowledge them: To serve is duty, duty is samurai, samurai is immortality va.s.sal should never expect his lord to reward his services or even acknowledge them: To serve is duty, duty is samurai, samurai is immortality. That would be the best way, the very best, Yabu thought. Can I truly be his va.s.sal? va.s.sal? Or Ishido"s? Or Ishido"s?
No, that"s unthinkable. Ally yes, va.s.sal no.
Good, so the barbarians are an a.s.set after all. Omi"s right again.
He had felt more composed and then, when the time had come and a messenger had brought the information that the ship was loaded, he had gone to Hiro-matsu and discovered that now he had lost even the barbarians.
He was boiling when he reached the jetty.
"Omi-san!"
"Yes, Yabu-sama?"
"Bring the barbarian leader here. I"m taking him to Osaka. As to the others, see that they"re well cared for while I"m away. I want them fit, and well behaved. Use the pit if you have to."
Ever since the galley had arrived, Omi"s mind had been in a turmoil and he had been filled with anxiety for Yabu"s safety. "Let me come with you, Lord. Perhaps I can help."
"No, now I want you to look after the barbarians."
"Please. Perhaps in some small way I can repay your kindness to me."
"There"s no need," Yabu said, more kindly than he wanted to. He remembered that he had increased Omi"s salary to three thousand koku and extended his fief because of the bullion and the guns. Which now had vanished. But he had seen the concern that filled the youth and had felt an involuntary warmth. With va.s.sals like this, I will carve an empire, he promised himself. Omi will lead one of the units when I get back my guns. "When war comes-well, I"ll have a very important job for you, Omi-san. Now go and get the barbarian."
Omi took four guards with him. And Mura to interpret.
Blackthorne was dragged out of sleep. It took him a minute to clear his head. When the fog lifted Omi was staring down at him.
One of the samurai had pulled the quilt off him, another had shaken him awake, the other two carried thin, vicious-looking bamboo canes. Mura had a short coil of rope.
Mura knelt and bowed. "Konnichi wa" "Konnichi wa"-Good day.
"Konnichi wa." Blackthorne pulled himself onto his knees and, though he was naked, he bowed with equal politeness. Blackthorne pulled himself onto his knees and, though he was naked, he bowed with equal politeness.
It"s only a politeness, Blackthorne told himself. It"s their custom and they bow for good manners so there"s no shame to it. And nakedness is ignored and is also their custom, and there"s no shame to nakedness either.
"Anjin. Please to dress," Mura said.
Anjin? Ah, I remember now. The priest said they can"t p.r.o.nounce my name so they"ve given me the name "Anjin" which means "pilot" and this is not meant as an insult. And I will be called "Anjin-san"-Mr. Pilot-when I merit it.
Don"t look at Omi, he cautioned himself. Not yet. Don"t remember the village square and Omi and Croocq and Pieterzoon. One thing at a time. That"s what you"re going to do. That"s what you have sworn before G.o.d to do: One thing at a time. Vengeance will be mine, by the Lord G.o.d.
Blackthorne saw that his clothes had been cleaned again and he blessed whoever had done it. He had crawled out of his clothes in the bath house as though they had been plague-infested. Three times he had made them scour his back. With the roughest sponge and with pumice. But he could still feel the p.i.s.s-burn.
He took his eyes off Mura and looked at Omi. He derived a twisted pleasure from the knowledge that his enemy was alive and nearby.
He bowed as he had seen equals bow and he held the bow. "Konnichi wa "Konnichi wa, Omi-san," he said. There"s no shame in speaking their language, no shame in saying "good day" or in bowing first as is their custom.
Omi bowed back.
Blackthorne noted that it was not quite equal, but it was enough for the moment.
"Konnichi wa, Anjin," Omi said.
The voice was polite, but not enough.
"Anjin-san!" Blackthorne looked directly at him.
Their wills locked and Omi was called as a man is called at cards or at dice. Do you have manners?
"Konnichi wa, Anjin-san," Omi said at length, with a brief smile.
Blackthorne dressed quickly.
He wore loose trousers and a codpiece, socks and shirt and coat, his long hair tied into a neat queue and his beard trimmed with scissors the barber had loaned to him.