"Sire," Gyoko had begun formally, "first may I humbly thank you for the honor you do me, my poor house, and Kiku-san, the first of my Ladies of the Willow World. The price I have asked for contract is insolent I know, impossible I am sure, not agreed to until dawn tomorrow when both the Lady Kasigi and the Lady Toda in their wisdom will decide. If it were a matter for you, you would have decided long ago, for what is contemptible money to any samurai, let alone to the greatest daimyo daimyo in the world?" in the world?"
Gyoko had paused for effect. He had not taken the bait, but moved his fan slightly, which could be interpreted as irritation at her expansiveness, acceptance of the compliment, or an absolute rejection of the asking price, depending on her inner mood. Both knew very clearly who really approved the amount.
"What is money? Nothing but a means of communication," she continued, "like Kiku-san"s music. What in fact do we of the Willow World do but communicate and entertain, to enlighten the soul of man, to lighten his burden...." Toranaga had stifled a caustic response, reminding himself the woman had bought one stick of time for five hundred koku and five hundred koku merited an attentive audience. So he let her continue and listened with one ear, and let the other enjoy the flow of perfect music that tugged at his innermost being, gentling him into a sense of euphoria. Then he was rudely yanked back into the world of reality by something Gyoko had just said. "What?"
"I was merely suggesting that you should take the Willow World under your protection and change the course of history."
"How?"
"By doing what you have always done, Sire, by concerning yourself with the future of the whole Empire-before your own."
He let the ludicrous exaggeration pa.s.s and told himself to close his ears to the music-that he had fallen into the first trap by telling Gyoko to bring the girl, the second by letting himself feast on her beauty and perfume, and the third by allowing her to play seductively while the mistress talked.
"The Willow World? What about the Willow World?"
"Two things, Sire. First, the Willow World is presently intermingled with the real world to the detraction of both. Second, our ladies cannot truly rise to the perfection all men have the right to expect."
"Oh?" A thread of Kiku"s perfume, one he had never known before, wafted across him. It was perfectly chosen. Involuntarily he looked at her. A half-smile was on her lips for him alone. Languidly she dropped her eyes and her fingers stroked the strings and he felt them on him intimately.
He tried to concentrate. "So sorry, Gyoko-san. You were saying?"
"Please excuse me for not being clear, Sire. First: The Willow World should be separate from the real one. My Tea House in Mishima is on one street in the south, others are scattered over the whole city. It is the same in Kyoto and Nara, and the same throughout all the Empire. Even in Yedo. But I thought that Yedo could set the pattern of the world."
"How?" His heart missed a beat as a perfect chord fell into place.
"All other crafts wisely have streets of their own, areas of their own. We should be allowed our own place, Sire. Yedo is a new city; you might consider setting aside a special section for your Willow World. Bring all Tea Houses within the walls of this area and forbid any Tea Houses, however modest, outside."
Now his mind concentrated totally, for here was a vast idea. It was so good that he berated himself for not thinking of it himself. All Tea Houses and all courtesans within a fence, and therefore remarkably easy to police, to watch, and to tax, and all their customers equally easy to police, to watch, and to spy upon. The simplicity staggered him. He knew also the powerful influence wielded by the Ladies of the First Rank.
But his face betrayed none of his enthusiasm. "What"s the advantage in that, Gyoko-san?"
"We would have our own guild, Sire, with all the protection that a guild means, a real guild in one place, not spread out, so to speak, a guild that all would obey...."
"Must obey?" obey?"
"Yes, Sire. Must obey, for the good of all. The guild would be responsible that prices were fair and that standards were maintained. Why, in a few years, a Lady of the Second Cla.s.s in Yedo would equal one in Kyoto and so on. If the scheme was valuable in Yedo why not in every city in your domain?"
"But those owners who are within the fence dominate everything. They"re monopolists, neh? neh? They can charge usurious entrance fees, They can charge usurious entrance fees, neh neh, can lock the doors against many who have an equal right to work in the Willow World, neh?" neh?"
"Yes, it could be so, Sire. And it will happen in some places, and in some times. But strict laws can easily be made to ensure fairness, and it would seem the good outweighs the bad, for us and for our honored customers and clients. Second: Ladies of-"
"Let us finish your first point, Gyoko-san," Toranaga said dryly. "So that"s a point against your suggestion, neh?" neh?"
"Yes, Sire. It"s possible. But any daimyo daimyo could easily order it otherwise. And he has to deal with only one guild in one place. You, Sire, you would have no trouble. Each area would of course be responsible for the peace of the area. And for taxes." could easily order it otherwise. And he has to deal with only one guild in one place. You, Sire, you would have no trouble. Each area would of course be responsible for the peace of the area. And for taxes."
"Ah yes, taxes! It would certainly be much easier to collect taxes. That"s a very good point in its favor."
Gyoko"s eyes were on the incense stick. More than half had vanished. "You, in your wisdom, might decree that our Willow World should be the only world, within the whole world, that is never to be taxed, for all time. Never, never, never." She looked up at him clearly, her voice guileless. "After all, Sire, isn"t our world also called the "Floating World," isn"t our only offering beauty, isn"t a large part of beauty youth? Isn"t something so fleeting and transient as youth a gift from the G.o.ds, and sacred? Of all men, Sire, you must know how rare and fleeting youth is, a woman is."
The music died. His eyes were pulled to Kiku-san. She was watching him intently, a small frown on her brow.
"Yes," he said honestly. "I know how fleeting that can be." He sipped his cha. "I will consider what you"ve said. Second?"
"Second." Gyoko collected her wits. "Second and last, Sire, you could put your chop on the Willow World forever. Consider some of our Ladies: Kiku-san, for instance, has studied singing and dancing and the samisen since she was six. Every waking moment she was working very hard to perfect her art. Admittedly she"s rightfully become a Lady of the First Cla.s.s, as her unique artistry merits. But she"s still a courtesan and some clients expect to enjoy her on the pillow as well as through her art. I believe two cla.s.ses of Ladies should be created. First, courtesans, as always-amusing, happy, physical. Second, a new cla.s.s, perhaps gei-sha gei-sha could describe them: Art Persons-persons dedicated solely to art. could describe them: Art Persons-persons dedicated solely to art. Gei-shas Gei-shas would not be expected to go to the pillow as part of their duty. They would solely be entertainers, dancers, singers, musicians-specialists-and so give themselves exclusively to this profession. Let would not be expected to go to the pillow as part of their duty. They would solely be entertainers, dancers, singers, musicians-specialists-and so give themselves exclusively to this profession. Let gei-shas gei-shas entertain the minds and spirits of men with their beauty and grace and their artistry. Let courtesans satisfy the body with beauty, grace, and equal artistry." entertain the minds and spirits of men with their beauty and grace and their artistry. Let courtesans satisfy the body with beauty, grace, and equal artistry."
Again he was struck by the simplicity and the far-reaching possibilities of her idea. "How would you select a gei-sha?" gei-sha?"
"By her apt.i.tude. At p.u.b.erty her owner would decide the way of her future. And the guild could approve, or reject, the apprentice, neh?" neh?"
"It is an extraordinary idea, Gyoko-san."
The woman bowed and shivered. "Please excuse my long-windedness, Sire, but this way, when beauty fades and the body thickens, still the girl can have a rare future and a real value. She won"t have to go down the road that all courtesans today must travel. I plead for the artists among them, my Kiku-san for one. I pet.i.tion you to grant the favored few a future and the position they merit in the land. To learn to sing and to dance and to play requires practice and practice over the years. The pillow needs youth and there is no aphrodisiac like youth. Neh?" Neh?"
"No." Toranaga watched her. "Gei-shas may not pillow?" may not pillow?"
"That would not be part of a gei-sha"s gei-sha"s duty, whatever the money offered. duty, whatever the money offered. Gei-shas Gei-shas would never be would never be obliged obliged to pillow, Sire. If a to pillow, Sire. If a gei-sha gei-sha wished to pillow with a particular man, it would be her private concern-or perhaps it should be arranged with the permission of her mistress, the price to be only as high as that man can afford. A courtesan"s duty would be to pillow with artistry- wished to pillow with a particular man, it would be her private concern-or perhaps it should be arranged with the permission of her mistress, the price to be only as high as that man can afford. A courtesan"s duty would be to pillow with artistry-gei-shas and the apprentice and the apprentice gei-shas gei-shas would be untouchable. Please excuse me for talking so long." Gyoko bowed and Kiku bowed. The barest fraction of incense remained. would be untouchable. Please excuse me for talking so long." Gyoko bowed and Kiku bowed. The barest fraction of incense remained.
Toranaga questioned them for twice the allotted time, pleased with the opportunity to learn about their world, probing their ideas and hopes and fears. What he learned excited him. He docketed the information for future use, then he sent Kiku into the garden. "Tonight, Gyoko-san, I would like her to stay, if she would care to, until dawn-if she"s free. Would you please ask her? Of course I realize that she may be tired now. After all, she"s played so superbly for such a long time and I"ll quite understand. But perhaps she would consider it. I"d be grateful if you would ask her."
"Of course, Sire, but I know she would be honored by your invitation. It"s our duty to serve in any way we can, neh?" neh?"
"Yes. But she is, as you so rightly point out, most special. I"ll quite understand if she"s too tired. Please ask her in a moment." He gave Gyoko a small leather bag containing ten koban, regretting the ostentation, but knowing his position demanded it. "Perhaps this would compensate you for such an exhausting evening, and be a small token of my thanks for your ideas."
"It"s our duty to serve, Sire," Gyoko said. He saw her trying to stop her fingers from counting through the soft leather, and fail. "Thank you, Sire. Please excuse me, I will ask her." Then, strangely and unexpectedly, tears filled her eyes. "Please accept the thanks of a vulgar old woman for your courtesy and for listening. It"s just that for all the giving of pleasure, our only reward is a river of tears. In truth, Lord, it is difficult to explain how a woman feels ... please excuse me...."
"Listen, Gyoko-san, I understand. Don"t worry. I"ll consider everything you"ve said. Oh yes, you"ll both leave with me shortly after dawn. A few days in the mountains will make a pleasant change. I would imagine the contract price will be approved, neh?" neh?"
Gyoko bowed her thanks, then she brushed her tears away and said firmly, "May I therefore ask the name of the honored person for whom her contract will be bought?"
"Yoshi Toranaga-noh-Minowara."
Now under the Yokose night, the air sweetly cool, Kiku-san"s music and voice possessing their minds and hearts, Toranaga let his mind wander. He remembered the pride-filled glow that had swamped Gyoko"s face and he wondered again at the bewildering gullibility of people. How baffling it was that even the most cunning and clever people would frequently see only what they wanted to see, and would rarely look beyond the thinnest of facades. Or they would ignore reality, dismissing it as the facade. And then, when their whole world fell to pieces and they were on their knees slitting their bellies or cutting their throats, or cast out into the freezing world, they would tear their topknots or rend their clothes and bewail their karma karma, blaming G.o.ds or kami kami or luck or their lords or husbands or va.s.sals-anything or anyone-but never themselves. or luck or their lords or husbands or va.s.sals-anything or anyone-but never themselves.
So very strange.
He looked at his guests and saw they were still watching the girl, locked in their secrets, their minds expanded by her artistry-all except the Anjin-san, who was edgy and fidgeting. Never mind, Anjin-san, Toranaga thought with amus.e.m.e.nt, it"s only your lack of civilization. Yes, never mind, that will come in time, and even that doesn"t matter so long as you obey. At the moment I need your touchiness and your anger and your violence.
Yes, you"re all here. You Omi, and Yabu and Naga and Buntaro, and you Mariko and Kiku-san and even Gyoko, all my Izu hawks and falcons, all trained and very ready. All here except one-the Christian priest. And soon it"ll be your turn, Tsukku-san. Or perhaps mine.
Father Martin Alvito of the Society of Jesus was enraged. Just when he knew he should be preparing for his meeting with Toranaga, at which he would need all his wits, he was faced with this new abomination that could not wait. "What have you got to say for yourself?" he lashed out at the cowled j.a.panese acolyte who knelt abjectly in front of him. The other Brothers stood around the small room in a semicircle.
"Please forgive me, Father. I have sinned," the man stammered in complete misery. "Please forgive-"
"I repeat: It is for Almighty G.o.d in His wisdom to forgive, not me. You"ve committed a mortal sin. You"ve broken your Holy Oath. Well?"
The reply was barely audible. "I"m sorry, Father." The man was thin and frail. His baptismal name was Joseph and he was thirty. His fellow acolytes, all Brothers of the Society, ranged from eighteen to forty. All were tonsured, all of n.o.ble samurai birth from provinces in Kyushu, all rigorously trained for the priesthood though none yet ordained.
"I confessed, Father," Brother Joseph said, keeping his head bowed.
"You think that"s enough?" Impatiently Alvito turned away and walked to the window. The room was ordinary, the mats fair, the paper shoji screens poorly repaired. The inn was seedy and third cla.s.s but the best that he could find in Yokose, the rest taken by samurai. He stared out into the night, half listening to Kiku"s distant voice soaring over the noise of the river. Until the courtesan finished Alvito knew he would not be sent for by Toranaga. "Filthy wh.o.r.e," he said, half to himself, the wailing discordance of j.a.panese singing annoying him more than usual, intensifying his anger at Joseph"s betrayal.
"Listen, Brothers," Alvito said to the rest, turning back to them. "We are in judgment over Brother Joseph, who went with a wh.o.r.e of this town last night, breaking his Holy Oath of chast.i.ty, breaking his Holy Oath of obedience, desecrating his immortal soul, his position as a Jesuit, his place in the Church and all that that stands for. Before G.o.d I ask each of you-have you done likewise?"
They all shook their heads.
"Have you ever done likewise?"
"No, Father."
"You, sinner! Before G.o.d, you admit your sin?"
"Yes, Father, I"ve already con-"
"Before G.o.d, is this the first time?"
"No, this was not the first time," Joseph said. "I-I went with another four nights ago-in Mishima."
"But ... but yesterday we said Ma.s.s! What about your confession yesterday and the night before and the one before that, you didn"t-Yesterday we said Ma.s.s! For the love of G.o.d, you took the Eucharist unconfessed, with full knowledge of a mortal sin?"
Brother Joseph was gray with shame. He had been with the Jesuits since he was eight. "It was the-it was the first time, Father. Only four days ago. I"ve been sinless all my life. Again I was tempted-and, the Blessed Madonna forgive me, this time I failed. I"m thirty. I"m a man-we"re all men. Please, the Lord Jesus Father forgave sinners-why can"t you forgive me? We"re all men-"
"We"re all priests!"
"We"re not real priests! We"re not professed-we"re not even ordained! We"re not real Jesuits. We can"t take the fourth vow like you, Father," Joseph said sullenly. "Other Orders ordain their brethren but not the Jesuits. Why shouldn"t-"
"Hold your tongue!"
"I won"t!" Joseph flared. "Please excuse me, Father, but why shouldn"t some of us be ordained?" He pointed at one of the Brothers, a tall, round-faced man who watched serenely. "Why shouldn"t Brother Michael be ordained? He"s studied since he was twelve. Now he"s thirty-six and a perfect Christian, almost a saint. He"s converted thousands but he"s still not been ordained though-"
"In the name of G.o.d, you will-"
"In the name of G.o.d, Father, why can"t one of us be ordained? Someone has to dare to ask you!" Joseph was on his feet now. "I"ve been training for sixteen years, Brother Matteo for twenty-three, Juliao more, all our lives-countless years. We know the prayers and catechisms and hymns better than you, and Michael and I even speak Latin as well as Portu-"
"Stop!"
"-Portuguese, and we do most of the preaching and debating with the Buddhists and all the other idolaters and do most of the converting. We We do! In the name of G.o.d and the Madonna, what"s wrong with us? Why aren"t we good enough for Jesuits? Is it just because we"re not Portuguese or Spanish, or because we"re not hairy or round-eyed? In the name of G.o.d, Father, why isn"t there an ordained j.a.panese Jesuit?" do! In the name of G.o.d and the Madonna, what"s wrong with us? Why aren"t we good enough for Jesuits? Is it just because we"re not Portuguese or Spanish, or because we"re not hairy or round-eyed? In the name of G.o.d, Father, why isn"t there an ordained j.a.panese Jesuit?"
"Now you will hold your tongue!"
"We"ve even been to Rome Rome, Michael, Juliao, and me," Joseph burst out. "You"ve never been to Rome or met the Father-General or His Holiness the Pope as we"ve done-"
"Which is another reason you should know better than to argue. You"re vowed to chast.i.ty, poverty, and obedience obedience. You were chosen among the many, favored out of the many, and now you"ve let your soul get so corrupted that-"
"So sorry, Father, but I don"t think we were favored to spend eight years going there and coming back if after all our learning and praying and preaching and waiting not one of us is ordained even though it"s been promised. I was twelve when I left. Juliao was elev-"
"I forbid you to say any more! I order order you to stop." Then in the awful silence Alvito looked at the others, who lined the walls, watching and listening closely. "You will all be ordained in time. But you, Joseph, before G.o.d you will-" you to stop." Then in the awful silence Alvito looked at the others, who lined the walls, watching and listening closely. "You will all be ordained in time. But you, Joseph, before G.o.d you will-"
"Before G.o.d," Joseph erupted, "in whose time?"
"In G.o.d"s time," Alvito slammed back, stunned by the open rebellion, his zeal blazing. "Get-down-on-your-knees!"
Brother Joseph tried to stare him down but he could not, then his fit pa.s.sing, he exhaled, sank to his knees, and bowed his head.
"May G.o.d have mercy on you. You are self-confessed to hideous mortal sin, guilty of breaking your Holy vow of chast.i.ty, your Holy vow of obedience to your superiors. And guilty of unbelievable insolence. How dare you question our General"s orders or the policy of the Church? You have jeopardized your immortal soul. You are a disgrace to your G.o.d, your Company, your Church, your family, and your friends. Your case is so serious it will have to be dealt with by the Visitor-General himself. Until that time you will not take communion, you will not be confessed or hear confession or any part in any service...." Joseph"s shoulders began shaking with the agony of remorse that possessed him. "As initial penance you are forbidden to talk, you will have only rice and water for thirty days, you will spend every night for the next thirty nights on your knees in prayer to the Blessed Madonna for forgiveness for your hideous sins, and further you will be scourged. Thirty lashes. Take off your ca.s.sock."
The shoulders stopped trembling. Joseph looked up. "I accept everything you"ve ordered, Father," he said, "and I apologize with all my heart, with all my soul. I beg your forgiveness as I will beg His forgiveness forever. But I will not be lashed like a common criminal."
"You-will-be-scourged!"
"Please excuse me, Father," Joseph said. "In the name of the Blessed Madonna, it"s not the pain. Pain is nothing to me, death is nothing to me. That I"m d.a.m.ned and will burn in h.e.l.lfire for all eternity may be my karma karma, and I will endure it. But I"m samurai. I"m of Lord Harima"s family."
"Your pride sickens me. It"s not for the pain you"re to be punished, but to remove your disgusting pride. Common criminal? Where is your humility? Our Lord Jesus Christ endured mortification. And he died with common criminals."
"Yes. That"s our major problem here, Father."
"What?"
"Please excuse my bluntness, Father, but if the King of Kings had not died like a common criminal on the cross, samurai could accept-"
"Stop!"
"-Christianity more easily. The Society"s wise to avoid preaching Christ crucified like the other Orders-"
Like an avenging angel, Alvito held up his cross as a shield in front of him. "In the name of G.o.d, keep silent and obey or-you-are-excommunicated! Seize him and strip him!"
The others came to life and moved forward, but Joseph sprang to his feet. A knife appeared in his hand from under his robes. He put his back to the wall. Everyone stopped in his tracks. Except Brother Michael. Brother Michael came forward slowly and calmly, his hand outstretched. "Please give me the knife, Brother," he said gently.
"No. Please excuse me."
"Then pray for me, Brother, as I pray for you." Michael quietly reached up for the weapon.
Joseph darted a few paces back, then readied for a death thrust. "Forgive me, Michael."
Michael continued to approach.
"Michael, stop! Leave him alone," Alvito commanded.
Michael obeyed, inches from the hovering blade.
Then Alvito said, ashen, "G.o.d have mercy on you, Joseph. You are excommunicated. Satan has possessed your soul on earth as he will possess it after death. Get thee gone!"
"I renounce the Christian G.o.d! I"m j.a.panese-I"m Shinto. My soul"s my own now. I"m not afraid," Joseph shouted. "Yes, we"ve pride-unlike barbarians. We"re j.a.panese, we"re not barbarians. Even our peasants are not barbarians."
Gravely Alvito made the sign of the cross as protection for all of them and fearlessly turned his back on the knife. "Let us pray together, Brothers. Satan is in our midst."
The others also turned away, many sadly, some still in shock. Only Michael remained where he was, looking at Joseph. Joseph ripped off his rosary and cross. He was going to hurl it away but Michael held out his hand again. "Please, Brother, please give it to me-it is such a simple gift," he said.
Joseph looked at him a long moment, then he gave it to him. "Please excuse me."