Shogun_ A Novel of Japan Part 101

"Of course-tell 'em to let me go, Ingeles!"

Blackthorne gave the pistols to a samurai and stepped forward. His fingers felt carefully around the inside of Rodrigues' wide leather belt. A stiletto slid from its secret sheath, very thin, very springy, made of the best Damascus steel. Yos.h.i.+naka swore at the samurai who had made the search. They apologized but Blackthorne only watched Rodrigues.

"Any more?" he asked, the stiletto loose in his hand.

Rodrigues stared back at him stonily.

"I'll tell 'em where to look-and how to look, Rodrigues. How a Spaniard would-some of them. Eh?"

"Me cago en la leche, che cabron!"

"Que va, leche! Hurry up!" Still no answer. Blackthorne went forward with the knife. "Dozo, Yos.h.i.+naka-san. Watash-" Watash-"

Rodrigues said hoa.r.s.ely, "In my hat band," and Blackthorne stopped.

"Good," he said and reached for the wide-brimmed hat.

"You would, wouldn't you-teach them?"

"Wouldn't you?"

"Be careful of the feather, Ingeles, I cherish that."

The band was wide and stiff, the feather jaunty like the hat. Inside the band was a thin stiletto, smaller, specially designed, the fine steel easily molding the curve. Yos.h.i.+naka barked out another vicious reprimand to the samurai.

"Before G.o.d, that's all, Rodrigues?"

"Madonna-I told you."

"Swear it."

Rodrigues complied.

"Yos.h.i.+naka-san, ima ichi-ban. Domo," ima ichi-ban. Domo," Blackthorne said. He's all right now. Thank you. Blackthorne said. He's all right now. Thank you.

Yos.h.i.+naka gave the order. His men released the Portuguese. Rodrigues rubbed his limbs to ease the pain. "Is it all right to sit down, Ingeles?"

"Yes."

Rodrigues wiped off the sweat with a red kerchief, then picked up the pewter flask and sat cross-legged on one of the cus.h.i.+ons. Yos.h.i.+naka remained nearby on the veranda. All but four samurai went back to their posts. "Why are they so touchy? Why are you so touchy, Ingeles? I've never had to give up my weapons before. Am I an a.s.sa.s.sin?"

"I asked you if that was all your weapons and you lied."

"I wasn't listening. Madonna! Would you-held like a common criminal?" Rodrigues added sourly, "Eh, what's it matter, Ingeles, what's anything matter? The night's spoiled.... Hey, but wait, Ingeles! Why should anything be allowed to spoil a great evening? I forgive them. And I forgive you, Ingeles. You were right and I was wrong. I apologize. It's good to see you." He unscrewed the stopper and offered the flask. "Here-here's some fine brandy."

"You first."

Rodrigues' face became ashen. "Madonna-do you think I bring poison?"

"No. You drink first."

Rodrigues drank.

"Again!"

The Portuguese obeyed, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Blackthorne accepted the flask. "Salud!" He tipped it back and pretended to swallow, secretly keeping his tongue over the opening to prevent the liquor from going into his mouth, much as he wanted the drink. "Ah!" he said. "That was good. Here!" He tipped it back and pretended to swallow, secretly keeping his tongue over the opening to prevent the liquor from going into his mouth, much as he wanted the drink. "Ah!" he said. "That was good. Here!"

"Keep it, Ingeles. It's a present."

"From the good Father? Or from you?"

"From me."

"Before G.o.d?"

"G.o.d and the Virgin, thou and thy 'before G.o.d'!" Rodrigues said. "It was a gift from me and the Father! He owns all the liquor aboard the Santa Filipa Santa Filipa but the Eminence said I could share it and the flask's one of a dozen aboard. It's a gift. Where are your manners?" but the Eminence said I could share it and the flask's one of a dozen aboard. It's a gift. Where are your manners?"

Blackthorne pretended to drink again and offered it back. "Here, have another."

Rodrigues felt the liquor all the way to his toes and was glad that, after accepting the full flask from Alvito, he had privately emptied it and washed it out carefully and refilled it with brandy from his own bottle. Madonna, forgive me, he prayed, forgive me for doubting the Holy Father. Oh, Madonna, G.o.d, and Lord Jesus, for the love of G.o.d, come to earth again and change this world where sometimes we dare not even trust priests.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing, Ingeles. I was just thinking that this world's a foul p.i.s.s-cutter when you can't trust anyone nowadays. I came in friends.h.i.+p and now there's a hole in the world."

"Did you?"

"Yes."

"Armed like that?"

"I'm always armed like that. That's why I'm alive. Salud!" Salud!" The big man raised the flask gloomily and sipped again. "p.i.s.s on the world, p.i.s.s on everything." The big man raised the flask gloomily and sipped again. "p.i.s.s on the world, p.i.s.s on everything."

"Are you saying, p.i.s.s on me?"

"Ingeles, this is me, Vasco Rodrigues, Pilot of the Portuguese Navy, not a flyblown samurai. I've exchanged many insults with you, all in friends.h.i.+p. Tonight I came to see my friend and now I have no friend. So sad."

"Yes."

"I shouldn't be sad but I am. Being friends with thee complicated my life extraordinarily." Rodrigues got up and eased his back, then sat down again. "I hate sitting on these G.o.d-cursed cus.h.i.+ons! Chairs are for me. Aboard. Well, salud salud, Ingeles."

"When you swerved into wind and I was amids.h.i.+ps, that was to put me overboard. Wasn't it?"

"Yes," Rodrigues answered at once. He got to his feet. "Yes, I'm glad you asked me for that is on my conscience terribly. I'm glad to apologize to you in life for I could not bring myself to confess it to you. Yes, Ingeles. I don't ask forgiveness or understanding or anything. But I am glad to confess that shame to your face."

"You think I'd do that to you?"

"No. But then if the time came.... You never know till your own time of trial."

"You came here to kill me?"

"No. I don't think so. I don't think that was first in my mind, though for my people and my country we both know it would be better for you to be dead. So sad, but so true. How foolish is life, eh, Ingeles?"

"I don't want you dead, Pilot. Just your Black s.h.i.+p."

"Listen, Ingeles," said Rodrigues without anger. "If we meet at sea, you in your s.h.i.+p, armed, me in mine, look to your life. That's all I came to promise you-only that. I thought it would be possible to tell you that as a friend and still remain your friend. Except for a sea meeting, I am forever in your debt. Salud!" Salud!"

"I hope to catch your Black s.h.i.+p at sea. Salud Salud, Pilot."

Rodrigues stalked off. Yos.h.i.+naka and the samurai followed him. At the gateway the Portuguese collected his arms. Soon he was swallowed by the night.

Yos.h.i.+naka waited until the sentries sorted themselves out. When he was satisfied that all was secure he limped off to his own quarters. Blackthorne sat back on one of the cus.h.i.+ons and in a moment the maid that he had sent for sake happily padded up with the tray. She poured one cup and would have stayed to serve him but he dismissed her. Now he was alone. The night sounds surrounded him again, the rustling and the waterfall and the movements of the night birds.

Everything was as before, but everything had changed.

Sadly he reached out to refill his cup but there was a sibilance of silk and Mariko's hand held the flask. She poured for him, the other cup for herself.

"Domo, Mariko-san."

"Do itas.h.i.+mas.h.i.+te, Anjin-san." She settled herself on the other cus.h.i.+on. They sipped the hot wine.

"He was going to kill you, neh?" neh?"

"I don't know, not for sure."

"What did it mean-to search like a Spaniard?"

"Some of them strip their prisoners then probe in private places. And not gently. They call it to search con significa con significa, with significance. Sometimes they use knives."

"Oh." She sipped and listened to the water among the stones. "It's the same here, Anjin-san. Sometimes. That's why it's never wise to be captured. If you're captured you've dishonored yourself so completely that anything the captor does.... It's best not to be captured. Neh?" Neh?"

He stared at the lanterns moving in the cool sweet breeze. "Yos.h.i.+naka was right-I was wrong. The search was necessary. It was your idea, neh? neh? You told Yos.h.i.+naka to search him?" You told Yos.h.i.+naka to search him?"

"Please excuse me, Anjin-san, I hope that didn't create an embarra.s.sment for you. It was just that I was afraid for you."

"I thank thee," he said, using Latin again, though he was sorry there had been a search. Without the search he would still have a friend. Perhaps, he cautioned himself.

"Thou art welcome," she said. "But it was only my duty."

Mariko was wearing a night kimono and overkimono of blue, her hair braided loosely, falling to her waist. She looked back at the far gateway which could be seen through the trees. "You were very clever about the liquor, Anjin-san. I almost pinched myself with anger at forgetting to warn Yos.h.i.+naka about that. You were most shrewd to make him drink twice. Do you use poison a lot in your countries?"

"Sometimes. Some people do. It's a filthy way."

"Yes, but very effective. It happens here too."

"Terrible, isn't it, not being able to trust anyone."

"Oh, no, Anjin-san, so sorry," she answered. "That's just one of life's most important rules-no more, no less."

BOOK FOUR.

CHAPTER 47.

Erasmus glittered in the high noon sun beside the Yedo wharf, resplendent. glittered in the high noon sun beside the Yedo wharf, resplendent.

"Jesus G.o.d in Heaven, Mariko, look at her! Have you ever seen anything like her? Look at her lines!"

His s.h.i.+p was beyond the closed, encircling barriers a hundred paces away, moored to the dock with new ropes. The whole area was heavily guarded, more samurai were on deck, and signs everywhere said this was a forbidden area except with Lord Toranaga's personal permission.

Erasmus had been freshly painted and tarred, her decks were spotless, her hull caulked and her rigging repaired. Even the foremast that had been carried away in the storm had been replaced with the last of the spares she carried in her hold, and stepped to a perfect angle. All rope ends were neatly coiled, all cannon gleaming under a protective sheen of oil behind their gun ports. And the ragged Lion of England fluttered proudly over all. had been freshly painted and tarred, her decks were spotless, her hull caulked and her rigging repaired. Even the foremast that had been carried away in the storm had been replaced with the last of the spares she carried in her hold, and stepped to a perfect angle. All rope ends were neatly coiled, all cannon gleaming under a protective sheen of oil behind their gun ports. And the ragged Lion of England fluttered proudly over all.

"Ahoy!" he shouted joyfully from outside the barriers, but there was no answering call. One of the sentries told him there were no barbarians aboard today.

"s.h.i.+gata ga nai," Blackthorne said. "Domo." He curbed his soaring impatience to go aboard at once and beamed at Mariko. "It's as if she's just come out of a refit at Portsmouth dockyard, Mariko-san. Look at her cannon-the lads must've worked like dogs. She's beautiful, Blackthorne said. "Domo." He curbed his soaring impatience to go aboard at once and beamed at Mariko. "It's as if she's just come out of a refit at Portsmouth dockyard, Mariko-san. Look at her cannon-the lads must've worked like dogs. She's beautiful, neh? neh? Can't wait to see Baccus and Vinck and the others. Never thought I'd find her like that. Christ Jesus, she looks so pretty, Can't wait to see Baccus and Vinck and the others. Never thought I'd find her like that. Christ Jesus, she looks so pretty, neh?" neh?"

Mariko was watching him and not the s.h.i.+p. She knew she was forgotten now. And replaced.

Never mind, she told herself. Our journey's over.

This morning they had arrived at the last of the turnpikes on the outskirts of Yedo. Once more their travel papers were checked. Once more they were pa.s.sed through with politeness, but this time a new honor guard was waiting for them.

"They're to take us to the castle, Anjin-san. You'll stay there, and this evening we're to meet Lord Toranaga."

"Good, then there's plenty of time. Look, Mariko-san, the docks aren't more than a mile off, neh? neh? My s.h.i.+p's there somewhere. Would you ask the Captain Yos.h.i.+naka if we can go there, please?" My s.h.i.+p's there somewhere. Would you ask the Captain Yos.h.i.+naka if we can go there, please?"

"He says, so sorry, but he has no instructions to do that, Anjin-san. He is to take us to the castle."

"Please tell him ... perhaps I'd better try. Taicho-san! Okas.h.i.+ra, sukos.h.i.+ no aida watakus.h.i.+ wa ikitai no desu. Watakus.h.i.+ no funega asoko ni arimasu." Taicho-san! Okas.h.i.+ra, sukos.h.i.+ no aida watakus.h.i.+ wa ikitai no desu. Watakus.h.i.+ no funega asoko ni arimasu." Captain, I want to go there now for a little while. My s.h.i.+p's there. Captain, I want to go there now for a little while. My s.h.i.+p's there.

"Iye, Anjin-san, gomen nasai. Ima gomen nasai. Ima..."

Mariko had listened approvingly and with amus.e.m.e.nt as Blackthorne had argued courteously and insisted firmly, and then, reluctantly, Yos.h.i.+naka had allowed them to detour, but just for a moment, neh? neh? and only because the Anjin-san claimed hatamoto status, which gave certain inalienable rights, and had pointed out that a quick examination was important to Lord Toranaga, that it would certainly save their lord's immensely valuable time and was vital to his meeting tonight. Yes, the Anjin-san may look for a moment, but so sorry, it is of course forbidden to go on the s.h.i.+p without papers signed personally by Lord Toranaga, and it must only be for a moment because we are expected, so sorry. and only because the Anjin-san claimed hatamoto status, which gave certain inalienable rights, and had pointed out that a quick examination was important to Lord Toranaga, that it would certainly save their lord's immensely valuable time and was vital to his meeting tonight. Yes, the Anjin-san may look for a moment, but so sorry, it is of course forbidden to go on the s.h.i.+p without papers signed personally by Lord Toranaga, and it must only be for a moment because we are expected, so sorry.

"Domo, Taicho-san," Blackthorne had said expansively, more than a little pleased with his increased understanding of the correct ways to persuade and his growing command of the language.

Last night and most of yesterday they had spent at an inn barely two ri ri southward down the road, Yos.h.i.+naka allowing them to dawdle as before. southward down the road, Yos.h.i.+naka allowing them to dawdle as before.

Oh, that was such a lovely night, she thought.

There had been so many lovely days and nights. All perfect except the first day after leaving Mis.h.i.+ma, when Father Tsukku-san caught up with them again and the precarious truce between the two men was ripped asunder. Their quarrel had been sudden, vicious, fueled by the Rodrigues incident and too much brandy. Threat and counter-threat and curses and then Father Alvito had spurred on ahead for Yedo, leaving disaster in his wake, the joy of the journey ruined.