"Konnichi wa, Toranaga-sama," he said.
Toranaga, quite naked, was coming up the gangway that had been let down to the sea. "Sonata wa oyogitamo ka?" he said, motioning at the sea, slapping the water off his belly and his shoulders, warm under the bright sun. he said, motioning at the sea, slapping the water off his belly and his shoulders, warm under the bright sun.
"Hai, Toranaga-sama, domo," domo," Blackthorne said, presuming that he was being asked if he wanted to swim. Blackthorne said, presuming that he was being asked if he wanted to swim.
Again Toranaga pointed at the sea and spoke shortly, then called Mariko to interpret. Mariko walked down from the p.o.o.pdeck, shielding her head with a crimson sunshade, her informal white cotton kimono casually belted.
"Toranaga-sama says you look very rested, Anjin-san. The water"s invigoration."
"Invigorating," he said, correcting her politely. "Yes."
"Ah, thank you-invigorating. He says please swim then."
Toranaga was leaning carelessly against the gunwale, wiping the water out of his ears with a small towel, and when his left ear would not clear, he hung his head over and hopped on his left heel until it did. Blackthorne saw that Toranaga was very muscular and very taut, apart from his belly. Ill at ease, very conscious of Mariko, he stripped off his shirt and his codpiece and trousers until he was equally naked.
"Lord Toranaga asks if all Englishmen are as hairy as you? The hair so fair?"
"Some are," he said.
"We-our men don"t have hair on their chests or arms like you do. Not very much. He says you"ve a very good build."
"So has he. Please thank him." Blackthorne walked away from her to the head of the gangplank, aware of her and the young woman, Fujiko, who was kneeling on the p.o.o.p under a yellow parasol, a maid beside her, also watching him. Then, unable to contain his dignity enough to walk naked all the way down to the sea, he dived over the side into the pale blue water. It was a fine dive and the sea chill reached into him exhilaratingly. The sandy bottom was three fathoms down, seaweed waving, mult.i.tudes of fish unfrightened by the swimmers. Near the seabed his plummeting stopped and he twisted and played with the fish, then surfaced and began a seemingly lazy, easy, but very fast overarm stroke for the sh.o.r.e that Alban Caradoc had taught him.
The small bay was desolate: many rocks, a tiny pebbled sh.o.r.e, and no sign of life. Mountains climbed a thousand feet to a blue, measureless sky.
He lay on a rock sunning himself. Four samurai had swum with him and were not far away. They smiled and waved. Later he swam back, and they followed. Toranaga was still watching him.
He came up on deck. His clothes were gone. Fujiko and Mariko and two maids were still there. One of the maids bowed and offered him a ridiculously small towel, which he took and began to dry himself with, turning uneasily into the gunwale.
I order you to be at ease, he told himself. You"re at ease naked in a locked room with Felicity, aren"t you? It"s only in public when women are around-when she"s around-that you"re embarra.s.sed. Why? They don"t notice nakedness and that"s totally sensible. You"re in j.a.pan. You"re to do as they do. You will be like them and act like a king.
"Lord Toranaga says you swim very well. Would you teach him that stroke?" Mariko was saying.
"I"d be glad to," he said and forced himself to turn around and lean as Toranaga was leaning. Mariko was smiling up at him-looking so pretty, he thought.
"The way you dived into the sea. We"ve-we"ve never seen that before. We always jump. He wants to learn how to do that."
"Now?"
"Yes, please."
"I can teach him-at least, I can try."
A maid was holding a cotton kimono for Blackthorne so, gratefully, he slipped it on, tying it with the belt. Now, completely relaxed, he explained how to dive, how to tuck your head between your arms and spring up and out but to beware of belly flopping.
"It"s best to start from the foot of the gangway and sort of fall in head first to begin with, without jumping or running. That"s the way we teach children."
Toranaga listened and asked questions and then, when he was satisfied, he said through Mariko, "Good. I think I understand." He walked to the head of the gangway. Before Blackthorne could stop him, Toranaga had launched himself toward the water, fifteen feet below. The belly flop was vicious. No one laughed. Toranaga spluttered back to the deck and tried again. Again he landed flat. Other samurai were equally unsuccessful.
"It"s not easy," Blackthorne said. "It took me a long time to learn. Give it a rest and we"ll try again tomorrow."
"Lord Toranaga says, "Tomorrow is tomorrow. Today I will learn how to dive.""
Blackthorne put his kimono aside and demonstrated again. Samurai aped him. Again they failed. So did Toranaga. Six times.
After another demonstration dive Blackthorne scrambled onto the foot of the gangplank and saw Mariko among them, nude, readying to launch herself into s.p.a.ce. Her body was exquisite, the bandage on her upper arm fresh. "Wait, Mariko-san! Better to try from here. The first time."
"Very well, Anjin-san."
She walked down to him, the tiny crucifix enhancing her nudity. He showed her how to bend and to fall forward into the sea, catching her by the waist to turn her over so that her head went in first.
Then Toranaga tried near the waterline and was moderately successful. Mariko tried again and the touch of her skin warmed Blackthorne and he clowned momentarily and fell into the water, directing them from there until he had cooled off. Then he ran up to the deck and stood on the gunwale and showed them a deadman"s dive, which he thought might be easier, knowing that it was vital for Toranaga to succeed. "But you"ve got to keep rigid, hai? hai? Like a sword. Then you cannot fail." He fell outward. The dive was clean and he trod water and waited. Like a sword. Then you cannot fail." He fell outward. The dive was clean and he trod water and waited.
Several samurai came forward but Toranaga waved them aside. He held up his arms stiffly, his backbone straight. His chest and loins were scarlet from the belly flops. Then he let himself fall forward as Blackthorne had shown. His head went into the water first and his legs tumbled over him, but it was a dive and the first successful dive of any of them and a roar of approval greeted him when he surfaced. He did it again, this time better. Other men followed, some successful, others not. Then Mariko tried.
Blackthorne saw the taut little b.r.e.a.s.t.s and tiny waist, flat stomach and curving legs. A flicker of pain went across her face as she lifted her arms above her head. But she held herself like an arrow and fell bravely outward. She speared the water cleanly. Almost no one except him noticed.
"That was a fine dive. Really fine," he said, giving her a hand to lift her easily out of the water onto the gangway platform. "You should stop now. You might open up the cut on your arm."
"Yes, thank you, Anjin-san." She stood beside him, barely reaching his shoulder, very pleased with herself. "That"s a rare sensation, the falling outward and the having to stay stiff, and most of all, the having to dominate your fear. Yes, that was a very rare sensation indeed." She walked up the companionway and put on the kimono that the maid held out for her. Then, drying her face delicately, she went below.
Christ Jesus, that"s much woman, he thought.
That sunset Toranaga sent for Blackthorne. He was sitting on the p.o.o.pdeck on clean futons near a small charcoal brazier upon which small pieces of aromatic wood were smoking. They were used to perfume the air and keep away the dusk gnats and mosquitoes. His kimono was pressed and neat, and the huge, winglike shoulders of the starched overmantle gave him a formidable presence. Yabu, too, was formally dressed, and Mariko. Fujiko was also there. Twenty samurai sat silently on guard. Flares were set into stands and the galley still swung calmly at anchor in the bay. "Sake, Anjin-san?"
"Domo, Toranaga-sama." Blackthorne bowed and accepted the small cup from Fujiko, lifted it in toast to Toranaga and drained it. The cup was immediately refilled. Blackthorne was wearing a Brown uniform kimono and it felt easier and freer than his own clothes.
"Lord Toranaga says we"re staying here tonight. Tomorrow we arrive at Anjiro. He would like to hear more about your country and the world outside."
"Of course. What would he like to know? It"s a lovely night, isn"t it?" Blackthorne settled himself comfortably, aware of her femininity. Too aware. Strange, I"m more conscious of her now that she"s clothed than when she wore nothing.
"Yes, very. Soon it will be humid, Anjin-san. Summer is not a good time." She told Toranaga what she had said. "My Master says to tell you that Yedo is marshy. The mosquitoes are bad in summer, but spring and autumn are beautiful-yes, truly the birth and the dying seasons of the year are beautiful."
"England"s temperate. The winter"s bad perhaps one winter in seven. And the summer also. Famine about once in six years, though sometimes we get two bad years in a row."
"We have famine too. All famine is bad. How is it in your country now?"
"We"ve had bad harvests three times in the last ten years and no sun to ripen the corn. But that"s the Hand of the Almighty. Now England"s very strong. We"re prosperous. Our people work hard. We make all our own cloth, all arms-most of the woolen cloth of Europe. A few silks come from France but the quality"s poor and they"re only for the very rich."
Blackthorne decided not to tell them about plague or the riots or insurrections caused by enclosing the common lands, and the drift of peasants to towns and to cities. Instead he told them about the good kings and queens, sound leaders and wise parliaments and successful wars.
"Lord Toranaga wants to be quite clear. You claim only sea power protects you from Spain and Portugal?"
"Yes. That alone. Command of our seas keeps us free. You"re an island nation too, just like us. Without command of your seas, aren"t you also defenseless against an outside enemy?"
"My Master agrees with you."
"Ah, you"ve been invaded too?" Blackthorne saw a slight frown as she turned to Toranaga and he reminded himself to confine himself to answers and not questions.
When she spoke to him again she was more grave. "Lord Toranaga says I should answer your question, Anjin-san. Yes, we"ve been invaded twice. More than three hundred years ago-it would be 1274 of your counting-the Mongols of Kublai Khan, who had just conquered China and Korea, came against us when we refused to submit to his authority. A few thousand men landed in Kyushu but our samurai managed to contain them, and after a while the enemy withdrew. But seven years later they came again. This time the invasion consisted of almost a thousand Chinese and Korean ships with two hundred thousand enemy troops-Mongols, Chinese, and Korean-mostly cavalry. In all Chinese history, this was the greatest invasion force ever a.s.sembled. We were helpless against such an overwhelming force, Anjin-san. Again they began to land at Hakata Bay in Kyushu but before they could deploy all their armies a Great Wind, a tai-fun tai-fun, came out of the south and destroyed the fleet and all it contained. Those left ash.o.r.e were quickly killed. It was a kamikazi kamikazi, a Divine Wind, Anjin-san," she said with complete belief, "a kamikazi kamikazi sent by the G.o.ds to protect this Land of the G.o.ds from the foreign invader. The Mongols never came back and after eighty years or so their dynasty, the Chin, was thrown out of China," Mariko added with great satisfaction. "The G.o.ds protected us against them. The G.o.ds will always protect us against invasion. After all, this is sent by the G.o.ds to protect this Land of the G.o.ds from the foreign invader. The Mongols never came back and after eighty years or so their dynasty, the Chin, was thrown out of China," Mariko added with great satisfaction. "The G.o.ds protected us against them. The G.o.ds will always protect us against invasion. After all, this is their their land, land, neh?" neh?"
Blackthorne thought about the huge numbers of ships and men in the invasion; it made the Spanish Armada against England seem insignificant. "We were helped by a storm too, senhora," he said with equal seriousness. "Many believe it was also sent by G.o.d-certainly it was a miracle-and who knows, perhaps it was." He glanced at the brazier as a coal spluttered and flames danced. Then he said, "The Mongols nearly engulfed us in Europe, too." He told her how the hordes of Genghis Khan, Kublai Khan"s grandfather, had come almost to the gates of Vienna before his onslaught was stopped and then turned back, mountains of skulls in his wake. "People in those days believed Genghis Khan and his soldiers were sent by G.o.d to punish the world for its sins."
"Lord Toranaga says he was just a barbarian who was immensely good at war."
"Yes. Even so, in England we bless our luck we"re an island. We thank G.o.d for that and the Channel. And our navy. With China so close and so powerful-and with you and China at war-I"m surprised you don"t have a big navy. Aren"t you afraid of another attack?"Mariko did not answer but translated for Toranaga what had been said. When she had finished, Toranaga spoke to Yabu, who nodded and answered, equally serious. The two men conversed for a while. Mariko answered another question from Toranaga, then spoke to Blackthorne once more.
"To control your seas, Anjin-san, how many ships do you need?"
"I don"t know exactly, but now the Queen"s got perhaps a hundred and fifty ships-of-the-line. Those are ships built only for war."
"My Master asks how many ships a year does your queen build?"
"Twenty to thirty warships, the best and fleetest in the world. But the ships are usually built by private groups of merchants and then sold to the Crown."
"For a profit?"
Blackthorne remembered samurai opinion of profit and money. "The Queen generously gives more than the actual cost to encourage research and new styles of building. Without royal favor this would hardly be possible. For example, Erasmus Erasmus, my ship, is a new cla.s.s, an English design built under license in Holland."
"Could you build such a ship here?"
"Yes. If I had carpenters, interpreters, and all the materials and time. First I"d have to build a smaller vessel. I"ve never built one entirely by myself before so I"d have to experiment.... Of course," he added, attempting to contain his excitement as the idea developed, "of course, if Lord Toranaga wanted a ship, or ships, perhaps a trade could be arranged. Perhaps he could order a number of warships to be built in England. We could sail them out here for him-rigged as he"d want and armed as he"d want."
Mariko translated. Toranaga"s interest heightened. So did Yabu"s. "He asks, can our sailors be trained to sail such ships?"
"Certainly, given time. We could arrange for the sailing masters-or one of them-to stay in your waters for a year. Then he could set up a training program for you. In a few years you"d have your own navy. A modern navy. Second to none."
Mariko spoke for a time. Toranaga questioned her again searchingly and so did Yabu.
"Yabu-san asks, second to none?"
"Yes. Better than anything the Spaniards would have. Or the Portuguese."
A silence gathered. Toranaga was evidently swept by the idea though he tried to hide it. "My Master asks, are you sure this could be arranged?"
"Yes."
"How long would it take?"
"Two years for me to sail home. Two years to build a ship or ships. Two to sail back. Half the cost would have to be paid in advance, the remainder on delivery."
Toranaga thoughtfully leaned forward and put some more aromatic wood on the brazier. They all watched him and waited. Then he talked with Yabu at length. Mariko did not translate what was being said and Blackthorne knew better than to ask, as much as he would dearly have liked to be party to the conversation. He studied them all, even the girl Fujiko, who also listened attentively, but he could gather nothing from any of them. He knew this was a brilliant idea that could bring immense profit and guarantee his safe pa.s.sage back to England.
"Anjin-san, how many ships could you sail out?"
"A flotilla of five ships at a time would be best. You could expect to lose at least one ship through storm, tempest, or Spanish-Portuguese interference-I"m sure they"d try very hard to prevent your having warships. In ten years Lord Toranaga could have a navy of fifteen to twenty ships." He let her translate that, then he continued, slowly. "The first flotilla could bring you master carpenters, shipwrights, gunners, seamen, and masters. In ten to fifteen years, England could supply Lord Toranaga with thirty modern warships, more than enough to dominate your home waters. And, by that time, if you wanted, you could possibly be building your own replacements here. We"ll-" He was going to say "sell" but changed the word. "My Queen would be honored to help you form your own navy, and yes, if you wish, we"ll train it and provision it."
Oh yes, he thought exultantly, as the final embellishment to the plan dropped into place, and we"ll officer it and provide the Admiral and the Queen"ll offer you a binding alliance-good for you and good for us-which will be part of the trade, and then together, friend Toranaga, we will harry the Spaniard and Portuguese dog out of these seas and own them forever. This could be the greatest single trading pact any nation has ever made, he thought gleefully. And with an Anglo-j.a.panese fleet clearing these seas, we English will dominate the j.a.pan-China silk trade. Then it"ll be millions every year!
If I can pull this off I"ll turn the course of history. I"ll have riches and honors beyond my dream. I"ll become an ancestor. And to become an ancestor is just about the best thing a man can try to do, even though he fails in the trying.
"My Master says, it"s a pity you don"t speak our language."
"Yes, but I"m sure you"re interpreting perfectly."
"He says that not as a criticism of me, Anjin-san, but as an observation. It"s true. It would be much better for my Lord to talk direct, as I can talk to you."
"Do you have any dictionaries, Mariko-san? And grammars-Portuguese-j.a.panese or Latin-j.a.panese grammars? If Lord Toranaga could help me with books and teachers I"d try to learn your tongue."
"We have no such books."
"But the Jesuits have. You said so yourself."
"Ah!" She spoke to Toranaga, and Blackthorne saw both Yabu"s and Toranaga"s eyes light up, and smiles spread over their faces.
"My Master says you will be helped, Anjin-san."
At Toranaga"s orders Fujiko gave Blackthorne and Yabu more sake. Toranaga drank only cha, as did Mariko. Unable to contain himself Blackthorne said, "What does he say to my suggestion? What"s his answer?"
"Anjin-san, it would be better to be patient. He will answer in his own time."
"Please ask him now."
Reluctantly Mariko turned to Toranaga. "Please excuse me, Sire, but the Anjin-san asks with great deference, what do you think of his plan? He very humbly and most politely requests an answer."
"He"ll have my answer in good time."
Mariko said to Blackthorne, "My Master says he will consider your plan and think carefully about what you have said. He asks you to be patient."
"Domo, Toranaga-sama."
"I"m going to bed now. We"ll leave at dawn." Toranaga got up. Everyone followed him below, except Blackthorne. Blackthorne was left with the night.
At first promise of dawn Toranaga released four of the carrier pigeons that had been sent to the ship with the main baggage when the ship was being prepared. The birds circled twice, then broke off, two homing for Osaka, two for Yedo. The cipher message to Kiritsubo was an order to be pa.s.sed on to Hiro-matsu that they should all attempt to leave peacefully at once. Should they be prevented, they were to lock themselves in. The moment the door was forced they were to set fire to that part of the castle and to commit seppuku.
The cipher to his son Sudara, in Yedo, told that he had escaped, was safe, and ordered him to continue secret preparations for war.
"Get to sea, Captain."
"Yes, Lord."
By noon they had crossed the bight between Totomi and Izu provinces and were off Cape Ito, the southernmost point of the Izu peninsula. The wind was fair, the swell modest, and the single mainsail helped their pa.s.sage.
Then, close by sh.o.r.e in a deep channel between the mainland and some small rock islands, when they had turned north, there was an ominous rumbling ash.o.r.e.
All oars ceased.
"What in the name of Christ ..." Blackthorne"s eyes were riveted sh.o.r.eward.