Now, lying in the dark of the castle, sleep so far away, he lit the candle with the flint and concentrated on the little porcelain cup that Mariko had given him which now he always kept beside his bed. For an hour he tried. But he could not purify his mind. Inevitably the same thoughts kept chasing each other: I want to leave, I want to stay. I’m afraid of going back, I’m afraid to remain. I hate both and want both. And then there are the “
If it was up to me alone I wouldn’t leave, not yet. But others are involved and they’re not eters and I signed on as Pilot: ‘
With the dawn Blackthorne knew that though he pretended he had put off the decision again, in reality, he had decided. Irrevocably.
God help me, first and last I’m Pilot.
Toranaga uncurled the tiny slip of paper that arrived two hours after dawn. The message from his mother said simply: “Your brother agrees, my son. His letter of confirmation will leave today by hand. The state visit of Lord Sudara and his family must begin within ten days.”
Toranaga sat down weakly. The pigeons fluttered in their roosts then settled back once more. Morning sun filtered into the loft pleasingly though rain clouds were building. Gathering his strength, he hurried down the steps into his quarters below to begin.
“Naga-san!”
“Yes, Father?”
“Send Hiro-matsu-san here. After him, my secretary.”
“Yes, Father.”
The old general came quickly. His joints were creaking from the climb and he bowed low, his sword loose in his hands as ever, his face fiercer than ever, older than ever, and even more resolute.
“You’re welcome, old friend.”
“Thank you, Lord.” Hiro-matsu looked up. “I’m saddened to see the cares of the world are in your face.”
“And I’m saddened to see and hear so much treason.”
“Yes. Treason is a terrible thing.”
Toranaga saw the firm old eyes measuring him. “You can speak freely.”
“Have you ever known me not to, Sire?” The old man was grave.
“Please excuse me for keeping you waiting.”
“Please excuse me for troubling you. What is your pleasure, Sire? Please give me your decision about the future of your house. Is it finally Osaka—bending to that manure pile?”
“Have you ever known me to make a final decision about anything?”
Hiro-matsu frowned, then thoughtfully straightened his back to ease the ache in his shoulders. “I’ve always known you to be patient and decisive and you’ve always won. That’s why I can’t understand you now. It’s not like you to give up.”
“Isn’t the realm more important than
“No.”
“Ishido and the other Regents are still legal rulers according to the Taiko’s will.”
“I am the vassal of Yoshi Toranaga-noh-Minowara and I acknowledge no one else.”
“Good. The day after tomorrow is my chosen day to leave for Osaka.”
“Yes. I’ve heard that.”
“You’ll be in command of the escort, Buntaro second-in-command.”
The old general sighed. “I know that too, Sire. But since I’ve been back, Sire, I’ve talked to your senior advisers and gener—”
“Yes. I know. And what is their opinion?”
“That you should not leave Yedo. That your orders should be temporarily overruled.”
“By whom?”
“By me. By my orders.”
“That’s what they wish? Or that is what you’ve decided?”
Hiro-matsu put his sword on the floor nearer to Toranaga and, now defenseless, looked directly at him. “Please excuse me, Sire, I wish to ask you what I should do. My duty seems to tell me I should take command and prevent your leaving. This will at once force Ishido to come against us. Yes, of course we will lose, but that seems to be the only honorable way.”
“But stupid,
The general’s iron-gray brows knotted. “No. We die in battle, with honor. We regain
“I’ve never enjoyed expending men uselessly. I’ve never lost a battle and see no reason why I should begin now.”
“Losing one battle is no dishonor, Sire. Is surrender honorable?”
“You are all agreed in this treason?”
“Sire, please excuse me, I asked individuals for a military opinion only. There’s no treason or plot.”
“You still listened to treason.”
“Please excuse me, but if I agree, as your commander-in-chief, then it no longer becomes treason but legal state policy.”
“Taking decisions away from your liege lord is treason.”
“Sire, there are too many precedents for deposing a lord. You’ve done it, Goroda did it, the Taiko—we’ve all done that and worse. A victor never commits treason.”
“You’ve decided to depose me?”
“I ask for your help in the decision.”
“You’re the one person I thought I could trust!”
“By all gods I only wish to be your most devoted vassal. I’m only a soldier. I wish to do my duty to you. I think only of you. I merit your trust. If it will help, take my head. If it will convince you to fight, I gladly give you my life, my clan’s life blood, today—in public or private or whatever way you wish—isn’t that what our friend General Kiyoshio did? I’m sorry but I do not understand why I should permit you to throw away a lifetime of effort.”
“Then you refuse to obey my orders to head the escort that will leave for Osaka the day after tomorrow?”
A cloud passed over the sun and both men looked out of the windows. “It’ll rain again soon,” Toranaga said.
“Yes. There’s been too much rain this year,
They looked at each other.
“Well?”
Iron Fist said simply, “I formally ask you, Sire, do you order me to escort you from Yedo, the day after tomorrow, to begin the trek to Osaka?”
“As there seems to be advice from all my counselors to the contrary, I’ll accept their opinion, and yours, and delay my departure.”
Hiro-matsu was totally unprepared for this. “Eh? You won’t be leaving?”
Toranaga laughed, the mask fell off, and he was the old Toranaga again. “I never intended to go to Osaka. Why should I be so stupid?”
“What?”
“My agreement at Yokose was nothing more than a trick to gain time,” Toranaga said affably. “Ishido took the bait. The fool expects me in Osaka within a few weeks. Zataki also took that bait. And you and all my valiant, untrusting vassals also took the bait. With no real concession whatsoever I’ve gained a month, put Ishido and his filthy allies in turmoil. I hear they’re already scrambling for the Kwanto. Kiyama’s been promised it as well as
