So the commanders held their men in check while Toranaga"s galley was under the frigate"s wing, not daring to risk the merest chance that one of them would be the cause of the cessation of the Black Ships without General Ishido"s direct approval. And only when seamen on the frigate had doused the flames did they breathe easier.
When the arrows stopped, Blackthorne also began to relax. And Rodrigues. The plan was working. Rodrigues had surmised that under his lee the galley had a chance, its only chance. "But my Pilot says you must prepare for the unexpected, Ingeles," Santiago had reported.
"Shove that b.a.s.t.a.r.d aside," Ferriera said. "G.o.d d.a.m.n it, I ordered you to shove him into the monkeys!"
"Five points to port!" Rodrigues ordered obligingly.
"Five points aport it is!" the helmsman echoed.
Blackthorne heard the command. Instantly he steered port five degrees and prayed. If Rodrigues held the course too long they would smash into the fishing boats and be lost. If he slackened the beat and fell behind, he knew the enemy boats would swamp him whether they believed Toranaga was aboard or not. He must stay alongside.
"Five points starboard!" Rodrigues ordered, just in time. He wanted no more fire arrows either; there was too much powder on deck. "Come on, you pimp," he muttered to the wind. "Put your cojones cojones in my sails and get us to h.e.l.l out of here." in my sails and get us to h.e.l.l out of here."
Again Blackthorne had swung five points starboard to maintain station with the frigate and the two ships raced side by side, the galley"s starboard oars almost touching the frigate, the port oars almost swamping the fishing boats. Now the captain understood, and so did the oarsmaster and the rowers. They put their final strength into the oars. Yabu shouted a command and the ronin-samurai put down their bows and rushed to help and Yabu pitched in also.
Neck and neck. Only a few hundred yards to go.
Then Grays on some of the fishing boats, more intrepid than the others, sculled forward into their path and threw grappling hooks. The prow of the galley swamped the boats. The grappling hooks were cast overboard before they caught. The samurai holding them were drowned. And the stroke did not falter.
"Go more to port!"
"I daren"t, Captain-General. Toranaga"s no fool and look, there"s a reef ahead!"
Ferriera saw the spines near the last of the fishing boats. "Madonna, drive him onto it!"
"Two points port!"
Again the frigate swung over and so did Blackthorne. Both ships aimed for the ma.s.sed fishing boats. Blackthorne had also seen the rocks. Another boat was swamped and a salvo of arrows came aboard. He held his course as long as he dared, then shouted, "Five points starboard!" to warn Rodrigues, and swung the helm over.
Rodrigues took evasive action and fell away. But this time he held a slight collision course which was not part of the plan.
"Go on, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d," Rodrigues said, whipped by the chase and by dread. "Let"s weigh your cojones." cojones."
Blackthorne had to choose instantly between the spines and the frigate. He blessed the rowers, who still stayed at their oars, and the crew and all aboard who, through their discipline, gave him the privilege of choice. And he chose.
He swung further to starboard, pulled out his pistol and aimed it. "Make way, by G.o.d!" he shouted and pulled the trigger. The ball whined over the frigate"s quarterdeck just between the Captain-General and Rodrigues.
As the Captain-General ducked, Rodrigues winced. Thou Ingeles son of a milkless wh.o.r.e! Was that luck or good shooting or did you aim to kill?
He saw the second pistol in Blackthorne"s hand, and Toranaga staring at him. He dismissed Toranaga as unimportant.
Blessed Mother of G.o.d, what should I do? Stick with the plan or change it? Isn"t it better to kill this Ingeles? For the good of all? Tell me, yes or no!
Answer thyself, Rodrigues, on thy eternal soul! Art thou not a man?
Listen then: Other heretics will follow this Ingeles now, like lice, whether this one is killed or not killed. I owe him a life and I swear I do not have the killing blood in me-not to kill a pilot.
"Starboard your helm," he ordered and gave way.
"My Master asks why did you almost smash into the galley?"
"It was just a game, senhora, a game pilots play. To test the other"s nerves."
"And the pistol shot?"
"Equally a game-to test my nerve. The rocks were too dose and perhaps I was pushing the Ingeles too much. We are friends, no?"
"My Master says it is foolish to play such games."
"Please give him my apologies. The important thing is that he is safe and now the galley is safe and therefore I am glad. Honto." Honto."
"You arranged this escape, this ruse, with the Anjin-san?"
"It happened that he is very clever and was perfect in his timing. The moon lit his way, the sea favored him, and no one made a mistake. But why the hostiles didn"t swamp him, I don"t know. It was the will of G.o.d."
"Was it?" Ferriera said. He was staring at the galley astern of them and he did not turn around.
They were well beyond the harbor mouth now, safely out into the Osaka Roads, the galley a few cables aft, neither ship hurrying. Most of the galley"s oars had been shipped temporarily, leaving only enough to make way calmly while the majority of the oarsmen recuperated.
Rodrigues paid Captain-General Ferriera no heed. He was absorbed instead with Toranaga. I"m glad we"re on Toranaga"s side, Rodrigues told himself. During the race, he had studied him carefully, glad for the rare opportunity. The man"s eyes had been everywhere, watching gunners and guns and the sails and the fire party with an insatiable curiosity, asking questions, through Mariko, of the seamen or the mate: What"s this for? How do you load a cannon? How much powder? How do you fire them? What are these ropes for?
"My Master says, perhaps it was just karma karma. You understand karma karma, Captain-Pilot?"
"Yes."
"He thanks you for the use of your ship. Now he will go back to his own."
"What?" Ferriera turned around at once. "We"ll be in Yedo long before the galley. Lord Toranaga"s welcome to stay aboard."
"My Master says, there"s no need to trouble you anymore. He will go onto his own ship."
"Please ask him to stay. I would enjoy his company."
"Lord Toranaga thanks you but he wishes to go at once to his own ship."
"Very well. Do as he says, Rodrigues. Signal her and lower the longboat." Ferriera was disappointed. He had wanted to see Yedo and wanted to get to know Toranaga better now that so much of their future was tied to him. He did not believe what Toranaga had said about the means of avoiding war. We"re at war on this monkey"s side against Ishido whether we like it or not. And I don"t like it. "I"ll be sorry not to have Lord Toranaga"s company." He bowed politely.
Toranaga bowed back, and spoke briefly.
"My Master thanks you." To Rodrigues, she added, "My Master says he will reward you for the galley when you return with the Black Ship."
"I did nothing. It was merely a duty. Please excuse me for not getting up from my chair-my leg, neh?" neh?" Rodrigues replied, bowing. "Go with G.o.d, senhora." Rodrigues replied, bowing. "Go with G.o.d, senhora."
"Thank you, Captain-Pilot. Do thou likewise."
As she groped wearily down the companionway behind Toranaga, she noticed that the bosun Pesaro was commanding the longboat. Her skin crawled and she almost heaved. She willed the spasm away, thankful that Toranaga had ordered them all off this malodorous vessel.
"A fair wind and safe voyage," Ferriera called down to them. He waved once and the salutation was returned and then the longboat cast off.
"Stand down when the longboat"s back and that b.i.t.c.h galley"s out of sight," he ordered the chief gunner.
On the quarterdeck he stopped in front of Rodrigues. He pointed at the galley. "You"ll live to regret keeping him alive."
"That"s in the hands of G.o.d. The Ingeles is an "acceptable" pilot, if you could pa.s.s over his religion, my Captain-General."
"I"ve considered that."
"And?"
"The sooner we"re in Macao the better. Make record time, Rodrigues." Ferriera went below.
Rodrigues" leg was throbbing badly. He took a swig from the grog sack. May Ferriera go to h.e.l.l, he told himself. But, please G.o.d, not until we reach Lisbon.
The wind veered slightly and a cloud reached for the nimbus of the moon, rain not far off and dawn streaking the sky. He put his full attention on his ship and her sails and the lie of her. When he was completely satisfied, he watched the longboat. And finally the galley.
He sipped more rum, content that his plan had worked so neatly. Even the pistol shot that had closed the issue. And content with his decision.
It was mine to make and I made it.
"Even so, Ingeles," he said with a great sadness, "the Captain-General"s right. With thee, heresy has come to Eden."
CHAPTER 29.
"Anjin-san?"
"Hai?" Blackthorne swooped out of a deep sleep. Blackthorne swooped out of a deep sleep.
"Here"s some food. And cha."
For a moment he could not remember who he was or where he was. Then he recognized his cabin aboard the galley. A shaft of sunlight was piercing the darkness. He felt greatly rested. There was no drumbeat now and even in his deepest sleep, his senses had told him that the anchor was being lowered and his ship was safe, near sh.o.r.e, the sea gentle.
He saw a maid carrying a tray, Mariko beside her-her arm no longer in a sling-and he was lying in the pilot"s bunk, the same that he had used during the Rodrigues voyage from Anjiro village to Osaka and that was now, in a way, almost as familiar as his own bunk and cabin aboard Erasmus. Erasmus! Erasmus. Erasmus! It"ll be grand to be back aboard and to see the lads again. It"ll be grand to be back aboard and to see the lads again.
He stretched luxuriously, then took the cup of cha Mariko offered.
"Thank you. That"s delicious. How"s your arm?"
"Much better, thank you." Mariko flexed it to show him. "It was just a flesh wound."
"You"re looking better, Mariko-san."
"Yes, I"m better now."
When she had come back aboard at dawn with Toranaga she had been near fainting. "Better to stay aloft," he had told her. "The sickness will leave you faster."
"My Master asks-asks why the pistol shot?"
"It was just a game pilots play," he had told her.
"My Master compliments you on your seamanship."
"We were lucky. The moon helped. And the crew were marvelous. Mariko-san, would you ask the Captain-san if he knows these waters? Sorry, but tell Toranaga-sama I can"t keep awake much longer. Or can we hove to for an hour or so out to sea? I"ve got to sleep."
He vaguely remembered her telling him that Toranaga said he could go below, that the Captain-san was quite capable as they would be staying in coastal waters and not going out to sea.
Blackthorne stretched again and opened a cabin porthole. A rocky sh.o.r.e was two hundred-odd yards away. "Where are we?"
"Off the coast of Totomi Province, Anjin-san. Lord Toranaga wanted to swim and to rest the oarsmen for a few hours. We"ll be at Anjiro tomorrow."
"The fishing village? That"s impossible. It"s near noon and at dawn we were off Osaka. It"s impossible!"
"Ah, that was yesterday, Anjin-san. You"ve slept a day and a night and half another day," she replied. "Lord Toranaga said to let you sleep. Now he thinks a swim would be good to wake you up. After food."
Food was two bowls of rice and charcoal-roasted fish with the dark, salt-bitter, vinegar-sweet sauce that she had told him was made from fermented beans.
"Thank you-yes, I"d like a swim. Almost thirty-six hours? No wonder I feel fine." He took the tray from the maid, ravenous. But he did not eat at once. "Why is she afraid?" he asked.
"She"s not, Anjin-san. Just a little nervous. Please excuse her. She"s never seen a foreigner close to before."
"Tell her when the moon"s full, barbarians sprout horns and fire comes out of our mouths like dragons."
Mariko laughed. "I certainly will not." She pointed to the sea table. "There is tooth powder and a brush and water and fresh towels." Then said in Latin, "It pleasures me to see thou art well. It is as was related on the march, thou hast great bravery."
Their eyes locked and then the moment was allowed to pa.s.s. She bowed politely. The maid bowed. The door closed behind them.
Don"t think about her, he ordered himself. Think about Toranaga or Anjiro. Why do we stop at Anjiro tomorrow? To off-load Yabu? Good riddance!
Omi will be at Anjiro. What about Omi?
Why not ask Toranaga for Omi"s head? He owes you a favor or two. Or why not ask to fight Omi-san. How? With pistols or with swords? You"d have no chance with a sword and it"d be murder if you had a gun. Better to do nothing and wait. You"ll have a chance soon and then you"ll be revenged on both of them. You bask in Toranaga"s favor now. Be patient. Ask yourself what you need from him. Soon we"ll be in Yedo, so you"ve not much time. What about Toranaga?
Blackthorne was using the chopsticks as he had seen the men in the prison use them, lifting the bowl of rice to his lips and pushing the tacky rice from the lip of the bowl into his mouth with the sticks. The pieces of fish were more difficult. He was still not deft enough, so he used his fingers, glad to eat alone, knowing that to eat with his fingers would be very impolite in front of Mariko or Toranaga or any j.a.panese.
When every morsel was gone he was still famished.
"Got to get more food," he said aloud. "Jesus G.o.d in heaven, I"d like some fresh bread and fried eggs and b.u.t.ter and cheese...."
He came on deck. Almost everyone was naked. Some of the men were drying themselves, others sunbathing, and a few were leaping overboard. In the sea alongside the ship, samurai and seamen were swimming or splashing as children would.
"Konnichi wa, Anjin-san."