Toranaga scratched his groin. "What did Ishido offer you?"
"Jikkyu"s head-the moment that yours is off. And his province."
"In return for what?"
"Support when war begins. To attack your southern flank."
"Did you accept?"
"You know me better than that."
Toranaga"s spies in Ishido"s household had whispered that the bargain had been struck, and that it included responsibility for the a.s.sa.s.sination of his three sons, n.o.boru, Sudara, and Naga. "Nothing more? Just support?"
"By every means at my disposal," Yabu said delicately.
"Including a.s.sa.s.sination?"
"I intend to wage the war, when it begins, with all my force. For my ally. In any way I can to guarantee his success. We need a sole Regent in Yaemon"s minority. War between you and Ishido is inevitable. It"s the only way."
Yabu was trying to read Toranaga"s mind. He was scornful of Toranaga"s indecision, knowing that he himself was the better man, that Toranaga needed his support, that at length he would vanquish him. But meanwhile what to do? he asked himself and wished Yuriko, his wife, were here to guide him. She would know the wisest course. "I can be very valuable to you. I can help you become sole Regent," he said, deciding to gamble.
"Why should I wish to be sole Regent?"
"When Ishido attacks I can help you to conquer him. When he breaks the peace," Yabu said.
"How?"
He told them his plan with the guns.
"A regiment of five hundred gun-samurai?" Hiro-matsu erupted.
"Yes. Think of the fire power. All elite men, trained to act as one man. The twenty cannon equally together."
"It"s a bad plan. Disgusting," Hiro-matsu said. "You could never keep it secret. If we start, the enemy would start also. There would never be an end to such horror. There"s no honor in it and no future."
"Isn"t this coming war the only one we"re concerned with, Lord Hiro-matsu?" Yabu replied. "Aren"t we concerned only with Lord Toranaga"s safety? Isn"t that the duty of his allies and va.s.sals?"
"Yes."
"All Lord Toranaga has to do is win the one great battle. That will give him the heads of all his enemies-and power. I say this strategy will give him victory."
"I say it won"t. It"s a disgusting plan with no honor."
Yabu turned to Toranaga. "A new era requires clear thinking about the meaning of honor."
A sea gull soared overhead mewing.
"What did Ishido say to your plan?" Toranaga asked.
"I did not discuss it with him."
"Why? If you think your plan"s valuable to me, it would be equally valuable to him. Perhaps more so."
"You gave me a dawn. You"re not a peasant like Ishido. You"re the wisest, most experienced leader in the Empire."
What"s the real reason? Toranaga was asking himself. Or have you told Ishido too? "If this plan were to be followed, the men would be half yours and half mine?"
"Agreed. I would command them."
"My appointee would be second-in-command?"
"Agreed. I would need the Anjin-san to train my men as gunners, cannoneers."
"But he would be my property permanently, you would cherish him as you do the Heir? You"d be totally responsible for him and do with him precisely as I say?"
"Agreed."
Toranaga watched the crimson clouds for a moment. This planning is all nonsense, he thought. I will have to declare Crimson Sky myself and lunge for Kyoto at the head of all my legions. One hundred thousand against ten times that number. "Who will be interpreter? I can"t detach Toda Mariko-san forever."
"For a few weeks, Sire? I will see that the barbarian learns our language."
"That"d take years. The only barbarians who"ve ever mastered it are Christian priests, neh? neh? They spend years. Tsukku-san"s been here almost thirty years, They spend years. Tsukku-san"s been here almost thirty years, neh? neh? He won"t learn fast enough, anymore than we can learn their foul languages." He won"t learn fast enough, anymore than we can learn their foul languages."
"Yes. But I promise you, this Anjin-san"ll learn very quickly." Yabu told them the plan Omi had suggested to him as if it were his own idea.
"That might be too dangerous."
"It would make him learn quickly, neh? neh? And then he"s tamed." And then he"s tamed."
After a pause, Toranaga said, "How would you maintain secrecy during the training?"
"Izu is a peninsula, security is excellent there. I"ll base near Anjiro, well south and away from Mishima and the border for more safety."
"Good. We"ll set up carrier pigeon links from Anjiro to Osaka and Yedo at once."
"Excellent. I need only five or six months and-"
"We"ll be lucky to have six days!" Hiro-matsu snorted. "Are you saying that your famous espionage net has been swept away, Yabu san? Surely you"ve been getting reports? Isn"t Ishido mobilizing? Isn"t Onoshi mobilizing? Aren"t we locked in here?"
Yabu did not answer.
"Well?" Toranaga said.
Yabu said, "Reports indicate all that is happening and more. If it"s six days then it"s six days and that"s karma karma. But I believe you"re much too clever to be trapped here. Or provoked into an early war."
"If I agreed to your plan, you would accept me as your leader?"
"Yes. And when you win, I would be honored to accept Suruga and Totomi as part of my fief forever."
"Totomi would depend on the success of your plan."
"Agreed."
"You will obey me? With all your honor?"
"Yes. By bushido bushido, by the Lord Buddha, by the life of my mother, my wife, and my future posterity."
"Good," Toranaga said. "Let"s p.i.s.s on the bargain."
He went to the edge of the battlements. He stepped up on the ledge of the embrasure, then onto the parapet itself. Seventy feet below was the inner garden. Hiro-matsu held his breath, aghast at his master"s bravado. He saw him turn and beckon Yabu to stand beside him. Yabu obeyed. The slightest touch could have sent them tumbling to their deaths.
Toranaga eased his kimono and loincloth aside, as did Yabu. Together they urinated and mixed their urine and watched it dew the garden below.
"The last bargain I sealed this way was with the Taik himself," Toranaga said, greatly relieved at being able to empty his bladder. "That was when he decided to give me the Kwanto, the Eight Provinces, as my fief. Of course, at that time the enemy Hojo still owned them, so first I had to conquer them. They were our last remaining opposition. Of course, too, I had to give up my hereditary fiefs of Imagawa, Owari, and Ise at once for the honor. Even so, I agreed and we p.i.s.sed on the bargain." He straddled the parapet easily, settling his loincloth comfortably as though he stood in the garden itself, not perched like an eagle so far above. "It was a good bargain for both of us. We conquered the Hojo and took over five thousand heads within the year. Stamped him out and all his tribe. Perhaps you"re right, Kasigi Yabu-san. Perhaps you can help me as I helped the Taik. Without me, the Taik would never have become Taik."
"I can help to make you sole Regent, Toranaga-sama. But not Shgun."
"Of course. That"s the one honor I don"t seek, as much as my enemies say I do." Toranaga jumped down to the safety of the stone flags. He looked back at Yabu who still stood on the narrow parapet adjusting his sash. He was sorely tempted to give him a quick shove for his insolence. Instead he sat down and broke wind loudly. "That"s better. How"s your bladder, Iron Fist?"
"Tired, Lord, very tired." The old man went to the side and emptied himself thankfully over the battlements too, but he did not stand where Toranaga and Yabu had stood. He was very glad that he did not also have to seal the bargain with Yabu. That"s one bargain I will never honor. Never.
"Yabu-san. This must all be kept secret. I think you should leave within the next two or three days," Toranaga said.
"Yes. With the guns and the barbarian, Toranaga-sama?"
"Yes. You will go by ship." Toranaga looked at Hiro-matsu. "Prepare the galley."
"The ship is ready. The guns and powder are still in the holds," Hiro-matsu replied, his face mirroring his disapproval.
"Good."
You"ve done it, Yabu wanted to shout. You"ve got the guns, the Anjin-san, everything. You"ve got your six months. Toranaga"ll never go to war quickly. Even if Ishido a.s.sa.s.sinates him in the next few days, you"ve still got everything. Oh, Buddha, protect Toranaga until I"m at sea! "Thank you," he said, his sincerity openly vast. "You"ll never have a more faithful ally."
When Yabu was gone, Hiro-matsu wheeled on Toranaga. "That was a bad thing to do. I"m ashamed of that bargain. I"m ashamed that my advice counts for so little. I"ve obviously outlived my usefulness to you and I"m very tired. That little snot-dung daimyo daimyo knows he"s manipulated you like a puppet. Why, he even had the effrontery to wear his Murasama sword in your presence." knows he"s manipulated you like a puppet. Why, he even had the effrontery to wear his Murasama sword in your presence."
"I noticed," Toranaga said.
"I think the G.o.ds have bewitched you, Lord. You openly dismiss such an insult and allow him to gloat in front of you. You openly allow Ishido to shame you in front of all of us. You prevent me and all of us from protecting you. You refuse my granddaughter, a samurai lady, the honor and peace of death. You"ve lost control of the Council, your enemy has outmaneuvered you, and now you p.i.s.s on a solemn bargain that is as disgusting a plan as I"ve ever heard, and you do this with a man who deals in filth, poison, and treachery like his father before him." He was shaking with rage. Toranaga did not answer, just stared calmly at him as though he had said nothing. "By all kami kami, living and dead, you are bewitched." Hiro-matsu burst out, "I question you-and shout and insult you and you only stare at me! You"ve gone mad or I have. I ask permission to commit seppuku or if you won"t allow me that peace I"ll shave my head and become a monk-anything, anything, but let me be gone."
"You will do neither. But you will send for the barbarian priest, Tsukku-san."
And then Toranaga laughed.
CHAPTER 19.
Father Alvito rode down the hill from the castle at the head of his usual company of Jesuit outriders. All were dressed as Buddhist priests except for the rosary and crucifix they wore at their waists. There were forty outriders, j.a.panese, all well-born sons of Christian samurai, students from the seminary at Nagasaki who had accompanied him to Osaka. All were well mounted and caparisoned and as disciplined as the entourage of any daimyo daimyo.
He hurried along in a brisk trot, oblivious of the warm sunshine, through the woods and the city streets toward the Jesuit Mission, a large stone European-style house that stood near the wharves and soared from its cl.u.s.tered outbuildings, treasure rooms, and warehouses, where all of Osaka"s silks were bartered and paid for.
The cortege clattered through the tall iron gates set in the high stone walls and into the paved central courtyard and stopped near the main door. Servants were already waiting to help Father Alvito dismount. He slid out of the saddle and threw them the reins. His spurs jingled on the stone as he strode up the cloistered walk of the main building, turned the corner, pa.s.sed the small chapel, and went through some arches into the innermost courtyard, which contained a fountain and a peaceful garden. The antechamber door was open. He threw off his anxiety, composed himself, and walked in.
"Is he alone?" he asked.
"No, no, he isn"t, Martin," Father Soldi said. He was a small, benign, pockmarked man from Naples who had been the Father-Visitor"s secretary for almost thirty years, twenty-five of them in Asia. "Captain-General Ferriera"s with his Eminence. Yes, the peac.o.c.k"s with him. But his Eminence said you were to go in at once. What"s gone wrong, Martin?"
"Nothing."
Soldi grunted and went back to sharpening his quill. ""Nothing," the wise Father said. Well, I"ll know soon enough."
"Yes," Alvito said, liking the older man. He walked for the far door. A wood fire was burning in a grate, illuminating the fine heavy furniture, dark with age and rich with polish and care. A small Tintoretto of a Madonna and Child that the Father-Visitor had brought with him from Rome, which always pleased Alvito, hung over the fireplace.
"You saw the Ingeles again?" Father Soldi called after him.
Alvito did not answer. He knocked at the door.
"Come in."
Carlo dell"Aqua, Father-Visitor of Asia, personal representative of the General of the Jesuits, the most senior Jesuit and thus the most powerful man in Asia, was also the tallest. He stood six feet three inches, with a physique to match. His robe was orange, his cross exquisite. He was tonsured, white-haired, sixty-one years old, and by birth a Neapolitan.
"Ah, Martin, come in, come in. Some wine?" he said, speaking Portuguese with a marvelous Italian liquidity. "You saw the Ingeles?"
"No, your Eminence. Just Toranaga."
"Bad?"
"Yes."
"Some wine?"
"Thank you."
"How bad?" Ferriera asked. The soldier sat beside the fire in the high-backed leather chair as proudly as a falcon and as colorful-the fidaglio fidaglio, the Captain-General of the Nao del Trato Nao del Trato, this year"s Black Ship. He was in his middle thirties, lean, slight, and formidable.
"I think very bad, Captain-General. For instance, Toranaga said the matter of this year"s trade could wait."
"Obviously trade can"t wait, nor can I," Ferriera said. "I"m sailing on the tide."
"You don"t have your port clearances. I"m afraid you"ll have to wait."
"I thought everything was arranged months ago." Again Ferriera cursed the j.a.panese regulations that required all shipping, even their own, to have incoming and outgoing licenses. "We shouldn"t be bound by stupid native regulations. You said this meeting was just a formality-to collect the doc.u.ments."
"It should have been, but I was wrong. Perhaps I"d better explain-"