"We"re very grateful. If you will let us off on those terms, we swear the seedlings will be planted."
"I suppose, then, I should increase the delivery fee by five percent."
Later in the day, he informed the farmers who had helped him that he had ordered the reforestation. How much they would be paid for planting a hundred seedlings was yet to be decided, but he told them the expenses would most likely be borne by the castle. With that, he said, "Well, let"s go back now."
Encouraged by Tokichiro"s att.i.tude, the suppliers were relieved. As they descended the mountain, they whispered among themselves, "What a shock! With this fellow around, you can"t leave a moment unguarded."
"He"s smart."
"It"s not going to be easy income like before, but we won"t lose out, either. We"ll make up for it, slowly but surely."
Once back in the foothills, the suppliers were eager to be on their way, but Tokichiro wanted to repay them for the previous night"s entertainment. "We"ve finished our business. Join me for the evening, relax and enjoy yourselves," he insisted.
At a local inn, he treated them to a banquet, he himself getting pleasantly tipsy.
Tokichiro was happy. All alone, but happy.
"Monkey!" n.o.bunaga said-he still sometimes called him that-"you"ve been economical in the kitchen ever since you were put in charge of it. But sticking a man there is a waste. I"m promoting you to the stables."
Along with the new a.s.signment came a stipend of thirty kan and a house in the quarter of the castle town set aside for samurai. This new favor brought a lingering grin to Tokichiro"s face. Almost the first thing he did was visit his former workmate Ganmaku.
"Are you free now?" he said.
"Why?"
"I want to go into town and treat you to some sake.
"Well, I don"t know."
"What"s the matter?"
"You"re a kitchen official now. I"m still nothing but a sandal bearer. You don"t want to be seen out drinking with me."
"Don"t take such a warped view. If I thought that way, I would never have come to ask you. Being in charge of the kitchen was above my status, but the fact is, I"ve been ordered to the stables at a stipend of thirty kan."
"Well!"
"I came here because you"re a true and loyal servant of His Lordship, even though you"re only a sandal bearer. I want you to share this happiness with me."
"This is a matter for congratulations, surely. But, Tokichiro, you"re more honest than I am.
"Huh?"
"You"re open with me, concealing nothing, while I"ve kept a good bit hidden from you. To tell the truth, I sometimes do special services, like that time you know about. For these I receive large bonuses directly from the hand of His Lordship. I send the money seretly to my house."
"You have a house?"
"If you go to Tsugemura in Omi, you"ll see I have a family and about twenty servants."
"Ah, you do?"
"So it"s not an honorable thing for me to be entertained by you. Anyway, if we both rise in the world, one with the other, we"ll both treat and be treated."
"I didn"t know."
"Our fates lie ahead of us-that"s the way I look at it."
"You"re right, our fates are still ahead of us."
"Let"s commit ourselves to the future."
Tokichiro felt even happier. The world was bright. Nothing before his eyes lay in darkness or shadows.
Tokichiro took pleasure in realizing that his new position involved a mere thirty kan, but this modest amount bespoke recognition of his two years as an official. The annual fuel expenditure had been reduced by more than half, but it was more than the reward hat made him feel good. He had been praised: "You"ve done good work. A man like you in a place like that is a waste." To be spoken to like this by n.o.bunaga was a joy he would not forget. n.o.bunaga was a general, and he knew how to speak to his men. Filled with admiration for his master, Tokichiro"s elation was almost more than he could bear. Others night have mistaken him for a halfwit as, alone and grinning, his face now and again showing his dimples, he left the castle and roamed around Kiyosu. He was in a good nood when he was walking around town.
The day his duties changed, he was given five days" leave. He was going to have to arrange for household goods, a housekeeper, and maybe a servant, although he a.s.sumed the house he had received was on a back street, had a nondescript gate, a hedge rather than a wall and no more than five rooms. It was the first time he had been the master of a house. He changed direction to go take a look at it. The neighborhood was inhabited solely by men who worked in the stables. He found the group leader"s house and went to pay his respects. He was out, so he spoke with the man"s wife.
"Are you still single?" she asked.
He admitted that he was.
"Well, that"s a little inconvenient for you," she said. "I have servants here and extra furniture. Why don"t you take what you need?"
She is kind, Tokichiro thought as he went out the gate, saying he would probably, one way or another, be relying on her fully. She herself came outside the gate and called to two of her servants.
"This is Master Kinos.h.i.ta Tokichiro, who"s just been given duties in the stables. He"ll soon be moving into that vacant house with the stand of paulownia. Show him around, and when you have a moment, clean the place up."
Led by the servants, Tokichiro went off to see his official residence. It was bigger than he had imagined. Standing in front of the gate, he mumbled, "Well, this is a fine house."
On making inquiries, he found the previous tenant had been a man by the name of Komori Shikibu. A while had pa.s.sed, it seemed, and the house was rather in disrepair, but in his eyes it was nothing less than a mansion.
"That stand of paulownia in back is auspicious, because the Kinos.h.i.ta family crest has been a paulownia since the time of our ancestors," Hiyoshi said to the servant. He wasn"t sure this was true, but it sounded right. He thought he had seen such a crest on his father"s old armor chest or sword scabbard.
In the mellow mood he was in now, he would warm up to those around him, and if there was nothing of overriding importance, no necessity to have cool nerves, he would give in to his elation and his tendency to be talkative. Still, after the words were out of his mouth, he admonished himself for not being more judicious, not because his words came from ill will or fear, but because he himself did not attach any importance to the matter. Beyond that, he a.s.sumed it would sp.a.w.n criticism that Monkey was a braggart. He might admit to himself, It"s true; I am a bit of a braggart. Nevertheless, small-hearted, fastidious people who, because of his loquaciousness, harbored misconceptions about him or were prejudiced against him, were never to be his allies during his ill.u.s.trious career.
Later he was seen in the bustling center of Kiyosu, where he bought furnishings. Then, at a secondhand clothing shop, he saw a coat, meant to be worn over armor, that bore a white paulownia crest. Tokichiro went straight in to ask the price. It was cheap. He quickly paid for it and just as quickly tried it on. It was a little large, but not unbecomingly so, so he kept it on as he continued on his way. The blue cotton was thin and rippled in the breeze as he walked and some rich-looking material, like gold brocade, was st.i.tched only into the collar. He wondered who the wearer had been, the man who had the paulownia crest dyed in white on the back of the garment.
How I"d like to show this to my mother! he thought joyfully.
Right there, in the prosperous part of town, he was a.s.sailed by an almost unbearable emotion. It went back to the pottery shop in Shinkawa. He was forced to recall what a miserable figure he had made, barefoot, pushing the handcart piled high with pottery past the staring men, the beautiful inhabitants of the town. He stopped by a dry goods store where high-quality woven goods from Kyoto lined the shelves.
"Please deliver this without fail," he admonished, putting down the money for his purchases.
Outside again, he noted it was always like this: after half a day of leisure, his purse was empty.
"Steamed Buns" proclaimed the magnificent sign with mother-of-pearl letters that hung from the roof at a street corner. These buns were a specialty of Kiyosu, in whose crowded shops travelers mingled with the locals.
"Welcome!" said a servant girl in a red ap.r.o.n. "Come in. Will you have some here, or buy some to take home?"
Tokichiro sat down on a stool and said, "Both. First I"ll have one to eat here. Then I"d like you to deliver a box-and make it a big one-to my house in Nakamura. Ask the packhorse driver when he"ll be making a trip up that way. I"ll leave a tip to cover that."
A man with his back to Tokichiro was hard at work, but he seemed to be the owner of the shop. "Many thanks for your patronage, sir," he said.
"You seem to be doing good business. I was just now asking to have some buns sent to my home."
"Certainly, sir."
"It doesn"t matter when, but I"ll entrust this to you. Would you please put this letter in the box with the buns?" He handed the shopkeeper a letter from his sleeve. On the envelope was written, "To Mother, Tokichiro."
The shopkeeper took it and asked if it really wasn"t urgent.
"No, as I said, it"s not. Anytime is all right. Your buns have always been my mother"s favorites."
While he was talking, he took a mouthful, and the taste of the bun brought a flood of memories and, very quickly, tears to his eyes. These were the buns his mother loved so much. He recalled the days of his youth, when he had pa.s.sed by this place, yearning to buy some for her, and craving one for himself so keenly that a hand seemed to be coming out of his throat. In those days he could only push his handcart on with abject patience.
A samurai who had been looking in his direction finished off his plate of buns, stood up, and called, "Isn"t it Master Kinos.h.i.ta?" He had a young girl with him.
Tokichiro bowed deeply and with great courtesy. It was the archer Asano Mataemon. He had been kind to Tokichiro from the time he had been a servant and he was inclined to be especially polite to him. As the shop was far away from the castle grounds, Mataemon was relaxed and in high spirits.
"You"re alone, eh?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Won"t you join us? I"m with my daughter."
"Oh, your daughter?" Tokichiro looked toward where, a bench away, a girl of sixteen or seventeen rearranged herself to have her back to him, leaving exposed only the white nape of her neck, in the midst of this boisterous crowd. She was lovely. It wasn"t that she only appeared this way to Tokichiro, who was equipped with a sharply appreciative eye for beauty. Anyone would say the same; she was beautiful, no two ways about it, a woman far above the ordinary.
At Mataemon"s beckoning, Tokichiro sat down before the possessor of those bright eyes.
"Nene," said Mataemon. It was a pretty name, which suited her character well. Wise eyes shone serenely in the midst of her finely formed features. "This is Kinos.h.i.ta Tokichiro. He"s recently been promoted from kitchen staff to duties in the stables. You shoul meet him."
"Yes, well..." Nene blushed. "I"m already acquainted with Master Kinos.h.i.ta."
"Eh? What do you mean, acquainted? When and where did you meet?"
"Master Tokichiro"s sent me letters and presents."
Mataemon looked taken aback. "I"m shocked. Did you reply to his letters?"
"I"ve sent nothing at all in reply."
"That"s all well and good, but not to show them to me, your father, is inexcusable!"
"I told my mother each time, and she had the gifts returned, except those for special occasions."
Mataemon looked at his daughter, then at Tokichiro. "As a father, I"m always worried, but I was really careless. I didn"t know. I had heard that Monkey was a shrewd man, but never imagined he would be interested in my daughter!"
Tokichiro scratched his head. He was very embarra.s.sed, blushing a deep red. When Mataemon began to laugh, he was relieved, but still flushed. Even though he could not tell how Nene felt about him, he was in love with her.
2.
SECOND YEAR OF KOJI 1556.
Characters and Places.
Asano Mataemon, Oda retainer Nene, Mataemon"s daughter Okoi, Mataemon"s wife Maeda Inuchiyo, Oda n.o.bunaga"s page Yamabuchi Ukon, Oda retainer Tokugawa Ieyasu, lord of Mikawa Sessai, Zen Monk and military adviser to the Imagawa clan Imagawa Yoshimoto, lord of Suruga Imagawa Ujizane, Yoshimoto"s eldest son Yos.h.i.teru, thirteenth Ashikaga shogun Lord Nagoya, n.o.bunaga"s cousin Ikeda Shonyu, Oda retainer.
and friend of Tokichiro Takigawa Kazumasu, senior Oda retainer Sumpu, capital of Suruga Okazaki, capital of Mikawa Kyoto, imperial capital of j.a.pan.
A Handsome Man.
"Okoi!" Mataemon called out as soon as he got home. His wife hurried out to greet him. "Prepare some sake. I"ve brought home a guest," he said abruptly.
"Well, who is it?"
"A friend of our daughter"s."
Tokichiro came in behind him.
"Master Kinos.h.i.ta?"
"Okoi, you"ve kept me in the dark until today. This is inexcusable behavior for the wife of a samurai. It seems that Master Kinos.h.i.ta and Nene have known each other for some time. You knew, so why didn"t you tell me?"
"I deserve to be scolded. I"m very sorry."
"That"s all well and good, but what kind of father does Tokichiro think I am now?"
"She got letters, but she never hid them from me."
"I should hope not."
"Besides, Nene"s a bright girl. As her mother, I believe she"s never done wrong. So I didn"t think it was worth bothering you with each and every letter she received from the men in this town."
"There you"re overestimating our daughter. I really don"t understand young people nowadays-young men or young women!" He turned to Tokichiro, who stood scratching his head in embarra.s.sment, blocked from coming in, and he burst out laughing.
Tokichiro was overjoyed to have been invited to his sweetheart"s home by her father and his heart was racing.
"Well, don"t just stand there!" Mataemon led the way to the guest parlor, which though it was the best room in the house, was nonetheless rather small.
The archers" tenement houses were no more comfortable than Tokichiro"s own home.