Two dawns later Toranaga was checking the girths of his saddle. Deftly he kneed the horse in the belly, her stomach muscles relaxed, and he tightened the strap another two notches. Rotten animal, he thought, despising horses for their constant trickeries and treacheries and ill-tempered dangerousness. This is me, Yoshi Toranaga-noh-Chikitada-noh-Minowara, not some addle-brained child. He waited a moment and kneed the horse hard again. The horse grunted and rattled her bridle and he tightened the straps completely.
"Good, Sire! Very good," the Hunt Master said with admiration. He was a gnarled old man as strong and weathered as a brine-pickled vat. "Many would"ve been satisfied the first time."
"Then the rider"s saddle would"ve slipped and the fool would have been thrown and his back maybe broken by noon. Neh?" Neh?"
The samurai laughed. "Yes, and deserving it, Sire!"
Around them in the stable area were guards and falconers carrying their hooded hawks and falcons. Tetsu-ko, the peregrine, was in the place of honor and, dwarfing her, alone unhooded, was Kogo the goshawk, her golden, merciless eyes scrutinizing everything.
Naga led up his horse. "Good morning, Father."
"Good morning, my son. Where"s your brother?"
"Lord Sudan"s waiting at the camp, Sire."
"Good." Toranaga smiled at the youth. Then because he liked him, he drew him to one side. "Listen, my son, instead of going hunting, write out the battle orders for me to sign when I return this evening."
"Oh, Father," Naga said, bursting with pride at the honor of formally taking up the gauntlet cast down by Ishido in his own handwriting, implementing the decision of yesterday"s Council of War to order the armies to the pa.s.ses. "Thank you, thank you."
"Next: The Musket Regiment is ordered to Hakone at dawn tomorrow. Next: The baggage train from Yedo will arrive this afternoon. Make sure everything"s ready."
"Yes, certainly. How soon do we fight?"
"Very soon. Last night I received news Ishido and the Heir left Osaka to review the armies. So it"s committed now."
"Please forgive me that I can"t fly to Osaka like Tetsu-ko and kill him, and Kiyama and Onoshi, and settle this whole problem without having to bother you."
"Thank you, my son." Toranaga did not trouble to tell him the monstrous problems that would have to be solved before those killings could become fact. He glanced around. All the falconers were ready. And his guards. He called the Hunt Master to him. "First I"m going to the camp, then we"ll take the coast road for four ri ri north." north."
"But the beaters are already in the hills...." The Hunt Master swallowed the rest of his complaint and tried to recover. "Please excuse my-er-I must have eaten something rotten, Sire."
"That"s apparent. Perhaps you should pa.s.s over your responsibility to someone else. Perhaps your piles have affected your judgment, so sorry," Toranaga said. If he had not been using the hunt as a cover he would have replaced him. "Eh?"
"Yes, so sorry, Sire," the old samurai said. "May I ask-er-do you wish to hunt the areas you picked last night or would you-er-like to hunt the coast?"
"The coast."
"Certainly, Sire. Please excuse me so I can make the change." The man rushed off. Toranaga kept his eyes on him. It"s time for him to be retired, he thought without malice. Then he noticed Omi coming into the stable compound with a young samurai beside him who limped badly, a cruel knife wound still livid across his face from the fight at Osaka.
"Ah, Omi-san!" He returned their salute. "Is this the fellow?"
"Yes, Sire."
Toranaga took the two of them aside and questioned the samurai expertly. He did this out of courtesy to Omi, having already come to the same conclusion when he had talked to the man the first night, just as he had been polite to the Anjin-san, asking what was in Mariko"s letter though he had already known what Mariko had written.
"But please put it in your own words, Mariko-san," he had said before she left Yedo for Osaka.
"I am to give his ship to his enemy, Sire?"
"No, Lady," he had said as her eyes filled with tears. "No. I repeat: You are to whisper the secrets you"ve told me to Tsukku-san at once here at Yedo, then to the High Priest and Kiyama at Osaka, and say to them all that without his ship, the Anjin-san is no threat to them. And you are to write the letter to the Anjin-san as I suggest, now."
"Then they will destroy the ship."
"They will try to. Of course they"ll think of the same answer themselves so you"re not giving anything away really, neh?" neh?"
"Can you protect his ship, Sire?"
"It will be guarded by four thousand samurai."
"But if they succeed ... the Anjin-san"s worthless without his ship. I beg for his life."
"You don"t have to, Mariko-san. I a.s.sure you he"s valuable to me, with or without a ship. I promise you. Also in your letter to him say, if his ship"s lost, please build another." please build another."
"What?"
"You told me he can do that, neh? neh? You"re sure? If I give him all the carpenters and metalworkers?" You"re sure? If I give him all the carpenters and metalworkers?"
"Oh, yes. Oh, how clever you are! Oh yes, he"s said many times that he was a trained shipbuilder...."
"You"re quite sure, Mariko-san?"
"Yes, Sire."
"Good."
"Then you think the Christian Fathers will succeed, even against four thousand men?"
"Yes. So sorry, but the Christians will never leave the ship alive, or him alive as long as it"s floating and ready for sea. It"s too much of a threat to them. This ship is doomed, so there"s no harm in conceding it to them. But only you and I know and are to know his only hope is to build another. I"m the only one who can help him do that. Solve Osaka for me and I"ll see he builds his ship."
I told her the truth, Toranaga thought, here in the dawn at Yokohama, amid the smell of horses and dung and sweat, his ears hardly listening now to the wounded samurai and Omi, his whole being sad for Mariko. Life is so sad, he told himself, weary of men and Osaka and games that brought so much suffering to the living, however great the stakes.
"Thank you for telling me, Kosami," he said as the samurai finished. "You"ve done very well. Please come with me. Both of you."
Toranaga walked back to his mare and kneed her a last time. This time she whinnied but he got no more tightness on the girth. "Horses are far worse than men for treachery," he said to no one in particular and swung into the saddle and galloped off, pursued by his guards and Omi and Kosami.
At the camp on the plateau he stopped. Buntaro was there beside Yabu and Hiro-matsu and Sudara, a peregrine on his fist. They saluted him. "Good morning," he said cheerfully, beckoning Omi to be part of their conversation but waving everyone else well away. "Are you ready, my son?"
"Yes, Father," Sudara said. "I"ve sent some of my men to the mountains to make sure the beaters are perfect for you."
"Thank you, but I"ve decided to hunt the coast."
At once Sudara called out to one of the guards and sent him riding away to pull back the men from the hills and switch them to the coast. "So sorry, Sire, I should have thought of that and been prepared. Please excuse me."
"Yes. So, Hiro-matsu-san, how"s the training?"
Hiro-matsu, his sword inevitably loose in his hands, scowled. "I still think this is all dishonorable and unnecessary. Soon we"ll be able to forget it. We"ll p.i.s.s all over Ishido without this sort of treachery."
Yabu said, "Please excuse me, but without these guns and this strategy, Hiro-matsu-san, we"ll lose. This is a modern war, this way we"ve a chance to win." He looked back at Toranaga, who had not yet dismounted. "I heard in the night that Jikkyu"s dead."
"You"re certain?" Toranaga pretended to be startled. He had got the secret information the day he left Mishima.
"Yes, Sire. It seems he"s been sick for some time. My informant reports he died two days ago," Yabu said, gloating openly. "His heir"s his son, Hikoju."
"That puppy?" Buntaro said with contempt.
"Yes-I agree he"s nothing but a whelp." Yabu seemed to be several inches taller than usual. "Sire, doesn"t this open up the southern route? Why not attack along the Tokaid Road immediately? With the old devil fox dead. Izu"s safe now, and Suruga and Totomi are as helpless as beached tuna. Neh?" Neh?"
Toranaga dismounted thoughtfully. "Well?" he asked Hiro-matsu quietly.
The old general replied at once, "If we could grab the road all the way to Utsunoya Pa.s.s and all the bridges and get over the Tenryu quickly-with all our communications secure-we"d slice into Ishido"s underbelly. We could contain Zataki in the mountains and reinforce the Tokaid attack and rush on to Osaka. We"d be unbeatable."
Sudara said, "So long as the Heir leads Ishido"s armies we"re beatable."
"I don"t agree," Hiro-matsu said.
"Nor I, so sorry," Yabu said.
"But I agree," Toranaga said, as flat and as grave as Sudara. He had not yet told them about Zataki"s possible agreement to betray Ishido when the time was ripe. Why should I tell them? he thought. It"s not fact. Yet.
But how do you propose to implement your solemn agreement with your half brother to marry Ochiba to him if he supports you, and at the same time marry Ochiba yourself, if that"s her price? That"s a fair question, he said to himself. But it"s highly unlikely Ochiba would betray Ishido. If she did and that"s the price, then the answer"s simple: My brother will have to bow to the inevitable.
He saw them all looking at him. "What?"
There was a silence. Then Buntaro said, "What happens, Sire, when we oppose the banner of the Heir?"
None of them had ever asked that question formally, directly, and publicly. "If that happens, I lose," Toranaga said. "I will commit seppuku and those who honor the Taik"s testament and the Heir"s undoubted legal inheritance will have to submit themselves humbly at once to his pardon. Those who don"t will have no honor. Neh?" Neh?"
They all nodded. Then he turned to Yabu to finish the business at hand, and became genial again. "However, we"re not on that battlefield yet, so we continue as planned. Yes, Yabu-sama, the southern route"s possible now. What did Jikkyu die of?"
"Sickness, Sire."
"A five-hundred-koku sickness?"
Yabu laughed, but inwardly he was rabid that Toranaga had breached his security net. "Yes," he said. "I would presume so, Sire. My brother told you?" Toranaga nodded and asked him to explain to the others. Yabu complied, not displeased, for it was a clever and devious stratagem, and he told them how Mizuno, his brother, had pa.s.sed over the money that had been acquired from the Anjin-san to a cook"s helper who had been inserted into Jikkyu"s personal kitchen.
"Cheap, neh?" neh?" Yabu said happily. "Five hundred koku for the southern route?" Yabu said happily. "Five hundred koku for the southern route?"
Hiro-matsu said stiffly to Toranaga, "Please excuse me but I think that"s a disgusting story."
Toranaga smiled. "Treachery"s a weapon of war, neh?" neh?"
"Yes. But not of a samurai."
Yabu was indignant. "So sorry, Lord Hiro-matsu, but I presume you mean no insult?"
"He meant no insult. Did you, Hiro-matsu-san?" Toranaga said.
"No, Sire," the old general replied. "Please excuse me."
"Poison, treachery, betrayal, a.s.sa.s.sination have always been weapons of war, old friend," Toranaga said. "Jikkyu was an enemy and a fool. Five hundred koku for the southern route is nothing! Yabu-sama has served me well. Here and at Osaka. Neh Neh, Yabu-san?"
"I always try to serve you loyally, Sire."
"Yes, so please explain why you killed Captain Sumiyori before the ninja ninja attack," Toranaga said. attack," Toranaga said.
Yabu"s face did not change. He was wearing his Yos.h.i.tomo sword, his hand as usual loose on the hilt. "Who says that? Who accuses me of that, Sire?"
Toranaga pointed at the pack of Browns forty paces away. "That man! Please come here, Kosami-san." The youthful samurai dismounted, limped forward and bowed.
Yabu glared at him. "Who are you, fellow?"
"Sokura Kosami of the Tenth Legion, attached to the Lady Kirit-subo"s bodyguard at Osaka, Sire," the youth said. "You put me on guard outside your quarters-and Sumiyori-san"s-the night of the ninja ninja attack." attack."
"I don"t remember you. You dare to say I killed Sumiyori?"
The youth wavered. Toranaga said, "Tell him!"
Kosami said in a rush, "I just had time before the ninja ninja fell on us, Sire, to open the door and shout a warning to Sumiyori-san but he never moved, so sorry. Sire." He turned to Toranaga, quailing under their collective gaze. "He"d-he was a light sleeper, Sire, and it was only an instant after ... that"s all, Sire." fell on us, Sire, to open the door and shout a warning to Sumiyori-san but he never moved, so sorry. Sire." He turned to Toranaga, quailing under their collective gaze. "He"d-he was a light sleeper, Sire, and it was only an instant after ... that"s all, Sire."
"Did you go into the room? Did you shake him?" Yabu pressed.
"No, Sire, oh no. Sire, the ninja ninja came so quickly we retreated at once and counterattacked as soon as we could, it was as I said...." came so quickly we retreated at once and counterattacked as soon as we could, it was as I said...."
Yabu looked at Toranaga. "Sumiyori-san had been on duty for two days. He was exhausted-we all were. What does that prove?" he asked all of them.
"Nothing," Toranaga agreed, still cordial. "But later, Kosami-san, you went back to the room. Neh?" Neh?"
"Yes, Sire, Sumiyori-san was still lying in the futons as I"d last seen him and ... and the room wasn"t disturbed, not at all, Sire, and he"d been knifed, Sire, knifed in the back once. I thought it was ninja ninja at the time and nothing more about it until Omi-sama questioned me." at the time and nothing more about it until Omi-sama questioned me."
"Ah!" Yabu turned his eyes on his nephew, his total hara hara centered on his betrayer, measuring the distance between them. "So you questioned him?" centered on his betrayer, measuring the distance between them. "So you questioned him?"
"Yes, Sire," Omi replied. "Lord Toranaga asked me to recheck all the stories. This was one strangeness I felt should be brought to our Master"s attention."
"One strangeness? There"s another?"
"Following Lord Toranaga"s orders, I questioned the servants who survived the attack, Sire. There were two. So sorry, but they both said you went through their quarters with one samurai and returned shortly afterward alone, shouting "Ninja!" "Ninja!" Then they-" Then they-"
"They rushed us and killed the poor fellow with a spear and a sword and almost overran me. I had to retreat to give the alarm." Yabu turned to Toranaga, carefully putting his feet in a better attack position. "I"ve already told you this, Sire, both personally and in my written report. What have servants to do with me?"
"Well, Omi-san?" Toranaga asked.
"So sorry, Yabu-sama," Omi said, "but both saw you open the bolts of a secret door in the dungeon and heard you say to the ninja ninja, "I am Kasigi Yabu." This alone gave them time to hide from the ma.s.sacre."
Yabu"s hand moved a fraction. Instantly Sudara leapt in front of Toranaga to protect him and in the same moment Hiro-matsu"s sword was flashing at Yabu"s neck.
"Hold!" Toranaga ordered.