been Heir of the realm for me. This war’s unnecessary. Whatever happens, in eight years Yaemon becomes Kwampaku and inherits the earth, this earth. There’s nothing left to give her.”
“Perhaps she wants marriage?”
Toranaga shook his head emphatically. “No, not her. That woman would never marry me.”
“It’s the perfect solution, Sire, for her.”
“She’d never consider it. Ochiba my wife? Four times she begged the Taiko to invite me Onward.”
“Yes. But that was when he was alive.”
“I will do anything that would cement the realm, keep the peace, and make Yaemon Kwampaku. Is that what she wants?”
“It would confirm the succession. That’s her lodestone.”
Again Toranaga stared at the moon, but now his mind was concentrating on the puzzle, reminded again of what Lady Yodoko had said at Osaka. When no immediate answer was forthcoming he put it aside to continue with the more important present. “I think she’s up to her tricks again. Did Kiyama tell you that the barbarian ship had been sabotaged?”
“No, Sire.”
Toranaga frowned. “That’s surprising, because he must have known about it then. I told Tsukku-san as soon as I heard—he went through the motions of sending a carrier bird at once, though it would only have confirmed what they already must have known.”
“Their treachery should be punished,
“With patience they’ll get their reward, Kiri-san. I hear the Christian priests claim it was an ‘Act of God.’? ”
“Such hypocrisy! Stupid,
“Yes.” Very stupid in one way, Toranaga thought, not in another. “Well, thank you, Kiri-san. Again I’m delighted you’re safe. We’ll stay here tonight. Now, please excuse me. Send for Yabu-san and when he arrives, bring cha and sake and then leave us alone.”
“Yes, Sire. May I ask my question now?”
“The same question?”
“Yes, Sire. Why did Ishido let us go?”
“The answer is, Kiri-chan, I don’t know. He made a mistake.” She bowed and went away contentedly.
It was almost the middle of the night before Yabu left. Toranaga bowed him away as an equal and thanked him again for everything. He had invited him to the secret Council of War tomorrow, had confirmed him as General of the Musket Regiment, and confirmed his Overlordship of Totomi and Suruga in writing—once they were conquered and secured.
“Now the regiment’s absolutely vital, Yabu-san. You’re to be solely responsible for its strategy and training. Omi-san can be liaison between us. Use the Anjin-san’s knowledge—anything.
“Yes, that will be perfect, Sire. May I humbly thank you.”
“You did me a great service bringing my ladies, my son, and the Anjin-san back safely. Terrible about the ship
Toranaga sipped his cha. He was feeling very tired now.
“Naga-san?”
“Sire?”
“Where’s the Anjin-san?”
“By the wreck with some of his vassals.”
“What’s he doing there?”
“Just staring at it.” Naga became uneasy under his father’s piercing gaze. “So sorry, shouldn’t he be there, Sire?”
“What? Oh no, it doesn’t matter. Where’s Tsukku-san?”
“In one of the guest houses, Sire.”
“Have you told him you want to become Christian next year?”
“Yes, Sire.”
“Good. Fetch him.”
In moments Toranaga saw the tall, lean priest approach under the flares—his taut face deeply lined, his black tonsured hair without a fleck of gray—and he was reminded suddenly of Yokose. “Patience is very important, Tsukku-san.
“Yes, always. But why did you say that, Sire?”
“Oh, I was thinking about Yokose. How everything was very different then, such a little time ago.”
“Ah, yes. God moves in curious ways, yes, Sire. I’m so very pleased you’re still within your own borders.”
“You wanted to see me?” Toranaga asked, fanning himself, secretly envying the priest his flat stomach and his gift of tongues.
“Only to apologize for what happened.”
“What did the Anjin-san say?”
“Many angry words—and accusations that I’d burned his ship.”
“Did you?”
“No, Sire.”
“Who did?”
“It was an Act of God. The storm came and the ship was burned.”
“It wasn’t an Act of God. You say you didn’t help it, you or any priest, or any Christian?”
“Oh, I helped, Sire. I prayed. We all did. Before God, I believe that ship was an instrument of the Devil—I’ve said so to you many times. I know it wasn’t your opinion and again I ask your forgiveness for opposing you on this. But perhaps this Act of God helped and did not hinder.”
“Oh? How?”
“The Father-Visitor’s no longer distracted, Sire. Now he can concentrate on Lords Kiyama and Onoshi.”
Toranaga said bluntly, “I’ve heard all this before, Tsukku-san. What practical help can the chief Christian priest give me?”
“Sire, put your trust in—” Alvito caught himself, then said sincerely, “Please excuse me, Sire, but I feel with all my heart that if you put your trust in God, He will help you.”
“I do, but more in Toranaga. Meanwhile I hear Ishido, Kiyama, Onoshi, and Zataki have gathered their legions. Ishido will have three or four hundred thousand men in the field against me.”
“The Father-Visitor’s implementing his agreement with you, Sire. At Yokose I reported failure, now I think there’s hope.”
“I can’t use hope against swords.”
“Yes, but God can win against any odds.”
“Yes. If God exists he can win against any odds.” Then Toranaga’s voice edged even more. “What hope are you referring to?”
“I don’t know, actually, Sire. But isn’t Ishido coming against
“No. But you understand the importance of that decision?”
“Oh yes, very clearly. I’m sure the Father-Visitor understands that also.”
“You say this is his work?”
“Oh, no, Sire. But it is happening.”
“Perhaps Ishido will change his mind and make Lord Kiyama commander-in-chief and skulk at Osaka and leave Kiyama and the Heir opposing me?”
“I can’t answer that, Sire. But if Ishido leaves Osaka it will be a miracle.
“Are you seriously claiming this to be another Act of your Christian God?”
