Toranaga smiled as he always did at that very special voice, with that special diminutive. "Yes, Kiri-san?"
"I"ve taken the liberty, Lord, of bringing cha for you and your guest. May I please come in?"
"Yes."
Both men returned her bow. Kiri closed the door and busied herself with the pouring. She was fifty-three and substantial, Matron of Toranaga"s ladies-in-waiting, Kiritsubo-noh-Toshiko, nicknamed Kiri, the oldest of the ladies of his court. Her hair was gray-flecked, her waist thick, but her face sparkled with an eternal joy. "You shouldn"t be awake, no, not at this time of night, Tora-chan! It will be dawn soon and I suppose then you"ll be out in the hills with your hawks, neh? neh? You need sleep!" You need sleep!"
"Yes, Kiri-chan!" Toranaga patted her vast rump affectionately.
"Please don"t Kiri-chan me!" Kiri laughed. "I"m an old woman and I need lots of respect. Your other ladies give me enough trouble as it is. Kiritsubo-Toshiko-san, if you please, my Lord Yoshi Tora-naga-noh-Chikitada!"
"There, you see, Hiro-matsu. After twenty years she still tries to dominate me."
"So sorry, it"s more than thirty years, Tora-sama," she said proudly. "And you were as manageable then as you are now!"
When Toranaga was in his twenties he had been a hostage, too, then of the despotic Ikawa Tadazaki, Lord of Suruga and Totomi, father of the present Ikawa Jikkyu, who was Yabu"s enemy. The samurai responsible for Toranaga"s good conduct had just taken Kiritsubo as his second wife. She was seventeen then. Together this samurai and Kiri, his wife, had treated Toranaga honorably, given him wise counsel, and then, when Toranaga had rebelled against Tadazuki and joined Goroda, had followed him with many warriors and had fought bravely at his side. Later, in the fighting for the capital, Kiri"s husband had been killed. Toranaga had asked her if she would become one of his consorts and she had accepted gladly. In those days she was not fat. But she was equally protective and equally wise. That was her nineteenth year, his twenty-fourth, and she had been a focus of his household ever since. Kiri was very shrewd and very capable. For years now, she had run his household and kept it free of trouble.
As free of trouble as any household with women could ever be, Toranaga thought.
"You"re getting fat," he said, not minding that she was fat.
"Lord Toranaga! In front of Lord Toda! Oh, so sorry, I shall have to commit seppuku-or at least, I"ll have to shave my head and become a nun, and I thought I was so young and slender!" She burst out laughing. "Actually I agree I have a fat rump but what can I do? I just like to eat and that"s Buddha"s problem and my karma, neh?" karma, neh?" She offered the cha. "There. Now I"ll be off. Would you like me to send the Lady Sazuko?" She offered the cha. "There. Now I"ll be off. Would you like me to send the Lady Sazuko?"
"No, my thoughtful Kiri-san, no, thank you. We"ll talk for a little, then I"ll sleep."
"Good night, Tora-sama. Sweet dreamlessness." She bowed to him and to Hiro-matsu and then she was gone.
They sipped their tea appreciatively.
Toranaga said, "I"m always sorry we never had a son, Kiri-san and I. Once she conceived but she miscarried. That was when we were at the battle of Nagakude."
"Ah, that one."
"Yes."
This was just after the Dictator Goroda had been a.s.sa.s.sinated when General Nakamura-the Taik-to-be-was trying to consolidate all power into his own hands. At that time the issue was in doubt, as Toranaga supported one of Goroda"s sons, the legal heir. Nakamura came against Toranaga near the little village of Nagakude and his force was mauled and routed and he lost that battle. Toranaga retreated cleverly, pursued by a new army, now commanded for Nakamura by Hiro-matsu. But Toranaga avoided the trap and escaped to his home provinces, his whole army intact, ready to battle again. Fifty thousand men died at Nagakude, very few of them Toranaga"s. In his wisdom, the Taik-to-be called off the civil war against Toranaga, though he would have won. Nagakude was the only battle the Taik had ever lost and Toranaga the only general who had ever beaten him.
"I"m glad we never joined battle, Sire," Hiro-matsu said.
"Yes."
"You would have won."
"No. The Taik was the greatest general and the wisest, cleverest man that has ever been."
Hiro-matsu smiled. "Yes. Except you."
"No. You"re wrong. That"s why I became his his va.s.sal." va.s.sal."
"I"m sorry he"s dead."
"Yes."
"And Goroda-he was a fine man, neh? neh? So many good men dead." Hiro-matsu unconsciously turned and twisted the battered scabbard. "You"ll have to move against Ishido. That will force every So many good men dead." Hiro-matsu unconsciously turned and twisted the battered scabbard. "You"ll have to move against Ishido. That will force every daimyo daimyo to choose sides, once and for all. We"ll win the war eventually. Then you can disband the Council and become Shgun." to choose sides, once and for all. We"ll win the war eventually. Then you can disband the Council and become Shgun."
"I don"t seek that honor," Toranaga said sharply. "How many times do I have to say it?"
"Your pardon, Sire. I know. But I feel it would be best for j.a.pan."
"That"s treason."
"Against whom, Lord? Against the Taik? He"s dead. Against his last will and testament? That"s a piece of paper. Against the boy Yaemon? Yaemon"s the son of a peasant who usurped the power and heritage of a general whose heirs he stamped out. We were Goroda"s allies, then the Taik"s va.s.sals. Yes. But they"re both very dead."
"Would you advise that if you were one of the Regents?"
"No. But then I"m not one of the Regents, and I"m very glad. I"m your va.s.sal only. I chose sides a year ago. I did this freely."
"Why?" Toranaga had never asked him before.
"Because you"re a man, because you"re Minowara and because you"ll do the wise thing. What you said to Ishido was right: we"re not a people to be ruled by committee. We need a leader. Whom should I have chosen to serve of the five Regents? Lord Onoshi? Yes, he"s a very wise man, and a good general. But he"s Christian and a cripple and his flesh is so rotten with leprosy that he stinks from fifty paces. Lord Sugiyama? He"s the richest daimyo daimyo in the land, his family"s as ancient as yours. But he"s a gutless turncoat and we both know him from eternity. Lord Kiyama? Wise, brave, a great general, and an old comrade. But he"s Christian too, and I think we have enough G.o.ds of our own in this Land of the G.o.ds not to be so arrogant as to worship only one. Ishido? I"ve detested that treacherous peasant"s offal as long as I"ve known him and the only reason I never killed him was because he was the Taik"s dog." His leathery face cracked into a smile. "So you see, Yoshi Toranaga-noh-Minowara, you gave me no choice." in the land, his family"s as ancient as yours. But he"s a gutless turncoat and we both know him from eternity. Lord Kiyama? Wise, brave, a great general, and an old comrade. But he"s Christian too, and I think we have enough G.o.ds of our own in this Land of the G.o.ds not to be so arrogant as to worship only one. Ishido? I"ve detested that treacherous peasant"s offal as long as I"ve known him and the only reason I never killed him was because he was the Taik"s dog." His leathery face cracked into a smile. "So you see, Yoshi Toranaga-noh-Minowara, you gave me no choice."
"And if I go against your advice? If I manipulate the Council of Regents, even Ishido, and put Yaemon into power?"
"Whatever you do is wise. But all the Regents would like you dead. That"s the truth. I advocate immediate war. Immediate Immediate. Before they isolate you. Or more probably murder you."
Toranaga thought about his enemies. They were powerful and abundant.
It would take him all of three weeks to get back to Yedo, traveling the Tokaid Road, the main trunk road that followed the coast between Yedo and Osaka. To go by ship was more dangerous, and perhaps more time consuming, except by galley which could travel against wind and tide.
Toranaga"s mind ranged again over the plan he had decided upon. He could find no flaw in it.
"I heard secretly yesterday that Ishido"s mother is visiting her grandson in Nagoya," he said and Hiro-matsu was at once attentive. Nagoya was a huge city-state that was, as yet, not committed to either side. "The lady should be "invited" by the Abbot to visit the Johji Temple. To see the cherry blossoms."
"Immediately," Hiro-matsu said. "By carrier pigeon." The Johji Temple was famous for three things: its avenue of cherry trees, the militancy of its Zen Buddhist monks, and its open, undying fidelity to Toranaga, who had, years ago, paid for the building of the temple and maintained its upkeep ever since. "The blossoms will be past their prime but she will be there tomorrow. I don"t doubt the venerable lady will want to stay a few days, it"s so calming. Her grandson should go too, neh?" neh?"
"No-just her. That would make the Abbot"s "invitation" too obvious. Next: send a secret cipher to my son, Sudara: "I leave Osaka the moment the Council concludes this session-in four days." Send it by runner and confirm it by carrier pigeon tomorrow."
Hiro-matsu"s disapproval was apparent. "Then can I order up ten thousand men at once? To Osaka?"
"No. The men here are sufficient. Thank you, old friend. I think I"ll sleep now."
Hiro-matsu got up and stretched his shoulders. Then at the doorway, "I may give Fujiko, my granddaughter, permission to kill herself?"
"No."
"But Fujiko"s samurai, Lord, and you know how mothers are about their sons. The child was her first."
"Fujiko can have many children. How old is she? Eighteen-barely nineteen? I will find her another husband."
Hiro-matsu shook his head, "She will not accept one. I know her too well. It"s her innermost wish to end her life. Please?"
"Tell your granddaughter I do not approve of useless death. Permission is refused."
At length Hiro-matsu bowed, and began to leave.
"How long would the barbarian live in that prison?" Toranaga asked.
Hiro-matsu did not turn back. "It depends how cruel a fighter he is."
"Thank you. Good night, Hiro-matsu." When he was sure that he was alone, he said quietly, "Kiri-san?"
The inner door opened, she entered and knelt.
"Send an immediate message to Sudara: "All is well." Send it by racing pigeons. Release three of them at the same time at dawn. At noon do the same again."
"Yes, Lord." She went away.
One will get through, he thought. At least four will fall to arrows, spies, or hawks. But unless Ishido"s broken our code, the message will still mean nothing to him.
The code was very private. Four people knew it. His eldest son, n.o.boru; his second son and heir, Sudara; Kiri; and himself. The message deciphered meant: "Disregard all other messages. Activate Plan Five." By prearrangement, Plan Five contained orders to gather all Yoshi clan leaders and their most trusted inner counselors immediately at his capital, Yedo, and to mobilize for war. The code word that signaled war was "Crimson Sky." His own a.s.sa.s.sination, or capture, made Crimson Sky inexorable and launched the war-an immediate fanatic a.s.sault upon Kyoto led by Sudara, his heir, with all all the legions, to gain possession of that city and the puppet Emperor. This would be coupled with secret, meticulously planned insurrections in fifty provinces which had been prepared over the years against such eventuality. All targets, pa.s.ses, cities, castles, bridges, had long since been selected. There were enough arms and men and resolve to carry it through. the legions, to gain possession of that city and the puppet Emperor. This would be coupled with secret, meticulously planned insurrections in fifty provinces which had been prepared over the years against such eventuality. All targets, pa.s.ses, cities, castles, bridges, had long since been selected. There were enough arms and men and resolve to carry it through.
It"s a good plan, Toranaga thought. But it will fail if I don"t lead it. Sudara will fail. Not through want of trying or courage or intelligence, or because of treachery. Merely because Sudara hasn"t yet enough knowledge or experience and cannot carry enough of the uncommitted daimyos daimyos with him. And also because Osaka Castle and the heir, Yaemon, stand inviolate in the path, the rallying point for all the enmity and jealousy that I"ve earned in fifty-two years of war. with him. And also because Osaka Castle and the heir, Yaemon, stand inviolate in the path, the rallying point for all the enmity and jealousy that I"ve earned in fifty-two years of war.
Toranaga"s war had begun when he was six and had been ordered as hostage into the enemy camp, then reprieved, then captured by other enemies and p.a.w.ned again, to be rep.a.w.ned until he was twelve. At twelve, he had led his first patrol and won his first battle.
So many battles. None lost. But so many enemies. And now they"re gathering together.
Sudara will fail. You"re the only one who could win with Crimson Sky, perhaps. The Taik could do it, absolutely. But it would be better not to have to implement Crimson Sky.
CHAPTER 14.
For Blackthorne it was a h.e.l.lish dawn. He was locked in a death battle with a fellow convict. The prize was a cup of gruel. Both men were naked. Whenever a convict was put into this vast, single-storied, wooden cell-block, his clothes were taken away. A clothed man occupied more s.p.a.ce and clothes could hide weapons.
The murky and suffocating room was fifty paces long and ten wide and packed with naked, sweating j.a.panese. Scarcely any light filtered through the boards and beams that made up the walls and low ceiling.
Blackthorne could barely stand erect. His skin was blotched and scratched from the man"s broken nails and the wood burns from the walls. Finally, he b.u.t.ted his head into the man"s face, grabbed his throat and hammered the man"s head against the beams until he was senseless. Then he threw the body aside and charged through the sweating ma.s.s to the place he had claimed in the corner, and he readied himself for another attack.
At dawn it had been feeding time and the guards began pa.s.sing the cups of gruel and water through the small opening. This was the first food and water that had been given them since he was put inside at dusk the previous day. The lining up for food and water had been unusually calm. Without discipline no one would eat. Then this apelike man-unshaven, filthy, lice-ridden-had chopped him over the kidneys and taken his ration while the others waited to see what would happen. But Blackthorne had been in too many seafaring brawls to be beaten with one treacherous blow, so he feigned helplessness, then kicked out viciously and the fight had been joined. Now, in the corner, Blackthorne saw to his amazement that one of the men was offering the cup of gruel and the water that he had presumed lost. He took it and thanked the man.
The corners were the choicest areas. A beam ran lengthwise, along the earthern floor, part.i.tioning the room into two sections. In each section were three rows of men, two rows facing each other, their backs to the wall or beam, the other row between them. Only the weak and the sick took the center row. When the stronger men in the outer rows wanted to stretch their legs they had to do so over those in the middle.
Blackthorne saw two corpses, swollen and flyblown, in one of the middle rows. But the feeble and dying men nearby seemed to ignore them.
He could not see far in the heating gloom. Sun was baking the wood already. There were latrine buckets but the stench was terrible because the sick had befouled themselves and the places in which they hunched.
From time to time guards opened the iron door and names were called out. The men bowed to their comrades and left, but others were soon brought in and the s.p.a.ce occupied again. All the prisoners seemed to have accepted their lot and tried, as best they could, to live unselfishly in peace with their immediate neighbors.
One man against the wall began to vomit. He was quickly shoved into the middle row and collapsed, half suffocated, under the weight of legs.
Blackthorne had to close his eyes and fight to control his terror and claustrophobia. b.a.s.t.a.r.d Toranaga! I pray I get the opportunity of putting you inside here one day.
b.a.s.t.a.r.d guards! Last night when they had ordered him to strip he had fought them with a bitter hopelessness, knowing he was beaten, fighting only because he refused to surrender pa.s.sively. And then he had been forced through the door.
There were four such cell blocks. They were on the edge of the city, in a paved compound within high stone walls. Outside the walls was a roped-off area of beaten earth beside the river. Five crosses were erected there. Naked men and one woman had been bound straddled to the crosspieces by their wrists and ankles, and while Blackthorne had walked on the perimeter following his samurai guards, he saw executioners with long lances thrust the lances crisscross into the victims" chests while the crowd jeered. Then the five were cut down and five more put up and samurai came forward and hacked the corpses into pieces with their long swords, laughing all the while.
b.l.o.o.d.y-gutter-festering-b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!
Unnoticed, the man Blackthorne had fought was coming to his senses. He lay in the middle row. Blood had congealed on one side of his face and his nose was smashed. Suddenly he leapt at Blackthorne, oblivious of the men in his way.
Blackthorne saw him coming at the last moment, frantically parried the onslaught and knocked him in a heap. The prisoners that the man fell on cursed him and one of them, heavyset and built like a bulldog, chopped him viciously on the neck with the side of his hand. There was a dry snap and the man"s head sagged.
The bulldog man lifted the half-shaven head by its scraggy, lice-infected top-knot and let it fall. He looked up at Blackthorne, said something gutturally, smiled with bare, toothless gums, and shrugged.
"Thanks," Blackthorne said, struggling for breath, thankful that his a.s.sailant had not had Mura"s skill at unarmed combat. "My namu Anjin-san," he said, pointing at himself. "You?"
"Ah, so desu! Anjin-san!" Bulldog pointed at himself and sucked in his breath. "Minikui." Anjin-san!" Bulldog pointed at himself and sucked in his breath. "Minikui."
"Minikui-san?"
"Hai," and he added a spate of j.a.panese. and he added a spate of j.a.panese.
Blackthorne shrugged tiredly. "Wakarimasen." I don"t understand. I don"t understand.
"Ah, so desu!" Bulldog chattered briefly with his neighbors. Then he shrugged again and Blackthorne shrugged and together they lifted the dead man and put him with the other corpses. When they came back to the corner no one had taken their places. Bulldog chattered briefly with his neighbors. Then he shrugged again and Blackthorne shrugged and together they lifted the dead man and put him with the other corpses. When they came back to the corner no one had taken their places.
Most of the inmates were asleep or fitfully trying to sleep.
Blackthorne felt filthy and horrible and near death. Don"t worry, he told himself, you"ve a long way to go before you die.... No, I can"t live long in this h.e.l.l hole. There"re too many men. Oh, G.o.d, let me out! Why is the room swimming up and down, and is that Rodrigues floating up from the depths with moving pincers for eyes? I can"t breathe, I can"t breathe. I"ve got to get out of here, please, please, don"t put more wood in the fire and what are you doing here, Croocq lad, I thought they let you go. I thought you were back in the village but now we"re here in the village and how did I get here-it"s so cool and there"s that girl, so pretty, down by the docks but why are they dragging her away to the sh.o.r.e, the naked samurai, Omi there laughing? Why down across the sand, blood marks in the sand, all naked, me naked, hags and villagers and children, and there"s the cauldron and we"re in the cauldron and no, no more wood no more wood, I"m drowning in liquid filth, Oh G.o.d Oh G.o.d oh G.o.d I"m dying dying dying "In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti." "In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti." That"s the Last Sacrament and you"re Catholic we"re all Catholic and you"ll burn or drown in p.i.s.s and burn with fire the fire the fire.... That"s the Last Sacrament and you"re Catholic we"re all Catholic and you"ll burn or drown in p.i.s.s and burn with fire the fire the fire....
He dragged himself out of the nightmare, his ears exploding with the peaceful, earth-shattering finality of the Last Sacrament. For a moment he did not know if he was awake or asleep because his disbelieving ears heard the Latin benediction again and his incredulous eyes were seeing a wrinkled old scarecrow of a European stooped over the middle row, fifteen paces away. The toothless old man had long filthy hair and a matted beard and broken nails and wore a foul, threadbare smock. He raised a hand like a vulture"s claw and held up the wooden cross over the half-hidden body. A shaft of sun caught it momentarily. Then he closed the dead man"s eyes, and mumbled a prayer and glanced up. He saw Blackthorne staring at him.
"Mother of G.o.d, art thou real?" the man croaked in coa.r.s.e, peasant Spanish, crossing himself.
"Yes," Blackthorne said in Spanish. "Who are you?"
The old man groped his way over, mumbling to himself. The other inmates let him pa.s.s or step on them or over them without saying a word. He stared down at Blackthorne through rheumy eyes, his face waited. "Oh, Blessed Virgin, the senor is real. Who art thou? I"m ... I"m Friar ... Friar Domingo ... Domingo ... Domingo of the Sacred ... the Sacred Order of St. Francis ... the Order ..." and then for a while his words became a jumble of j.a.panese and Latin and Spanish. His head twitched and he wiped away the ever present spittle that dribbled to his chin. "The senor is real?"
"Yes, I"m real." Blackthorne eased himself up.
The priest muttered another Hail Mary, the tears coursing his cheeks. He kissed the cross repeatedly and would have got down on his knees if there had been s.p.a.ce. Bulldog shook his neighbor awake. Both squatted and made just enough room for the priest to sit.
"By the Blessed St. Francis, my prayers have been answered. Thou, thou, thou, I thought that I was seeing another apparition, senor, a ghost. Yes, an evil spirit. I"ve seen so many-so many-how long is the senor here? It"s hard for a body to see in the gloom and my eyes, they"re not good.... How long?"