“So sorry, Anjin-san,” the old woman said.
“Please don’t apologize,” Blackthorne said to Midori, and instantly knew that it was a mistake. Good manners decreed that he should acknowledge only the mother-in-law, particularly if she had an evil reputation. “So sorry,” he said. “I not hungry. Tonight I eat must with Lord Toranaga.”
“Ah so desu! We heard you saved his life. You should know how grateful we are—all his vassals!” the old woman said.
“It was duty. I did nothing.”
“You did everything, Anjin-san. Omi-san and Lord Yabu appreciate your action as much as all of us.”
Blackthorne saw the old woman looking at her son. I wish I could fathom you, you old bitch, he thought. Are you as evil as that other one, Tachibana?
Omi said, “Mother, I’m fortunate to have the Anjin-san as a friend.”
“We’re all fortunate,” she said.
“No, I’m fortunate,” Blackthorne replied. “I fortunate have friends as family of Kasigi Omi-san.” We’re all lying, Blackthorne thought, but I don’t know why you are. I’m lying for self-protection and because it’s custom. But I’ve never forgotten. . . . Wait a moment. In all honesty, wasn’t that karma?
Wouldn’t you have done what Omi did? That was long ago—in a previous life, neh? It’s meaningless now.
A group of horsemen clattered up the rise, Naga at their head. He dismounted and strode into the garden. All the villagers stopped working and went onto their knees. He motioned them to continue.
“So sorry to disturb you, Omi-san, but Lord Toranaga sent me.”
“Please, you’re not disturbing me. Please join us,” Omi said. Midori at once gave up her cushion, bowing very low. “Would you like cha or saké, Naga-sama?”
Naga sat. “Neither, thank you. I’m not thirsty.”
Omi pressed him politely, going through the interminable necessary ritual, even though it was obvious that Naga was in a hurry. “How is the Lord Toranaga?”
“Very good. Anjin-san, you did us a great service. Yes. I thank you personally.”
“It was duty, Naga-san. But I did little. Lord Toranaga pulled me from—pulled me from earth also.”
“Yes. But that was afterward. I thank you very much.”
“Naga-san, is there something I can do for Lord Toranaga?” Omi asked, etiquette finally allowing him to come to the point.
“He would like to see you after the evening meal. There is to be a full conference of all officers.”
“I would be honored.”
“Anjin-san, you are to come with me now, if it pleases you.”
“Of course. It is my honor.”
More bows and salutations and then Blackthorne was on a horse and they were cantering down the hill. When the phalanx of samurai came to the square, Naga reined in.
“Anjin-san!”
“Hai?”
“I thank you with all my heart for saving Lord Toranaga. Allow me to be your friend . . .” and some words Blackthorne did not catch.
“So sorry, I don’t understand. ‘Karite iru’?”
“Ah, so sorry. ‘Karite iru’—one man karite iru another man things—like ‘debt.’ You understand ‘debt’?”
“Owe” jumped into Blackthorne’s head. “Ah so desu! Wakarimasu.”
“Good. I only said that I owed you a debt.”
“It was my duty, neh?”
“Yes. Even so, I owe you a life.”
“Toranaga-sama says all cannon powder and shot were put back on your ship, Anjin-san, here at Anjiro before it left for Yedo. He asks you how long would it take you to get ready for sea?”
“That depends on her state, if the men’ve careened her and cared for her, the mast replaced and so on. Does Lord Toranaga know how she is?”
“The ship seems in order, he says, but he’s not a seaman so he couldn’t be sure. He has not been on it since it was first towed into Yedo harbor when he gave instructions for it to be cared for. Presuming the ship is seaworthy, neh, he asks how long would it take you to ready for war?”
Blackthorne’s heart missed a beat. “On whom do I war, Mariko-san?”
“He asks, on whom would you wish to war?”
“This year’s Black Ship,” Blackthorne replied at once, making a sudden decision, desperately hoping that this was the correct moment to place before Toranaga the plan he’d secretly developed over the days. He was gambling that saving Toranaga’s life this morning gave him a special privilege that would help him over the rough spots.
Mariko was taken by surprise. “What?”
“The Black Ship. Tell Lord Toranaga that all he has to do is give me his letters of marque. I’ll do the rest. With my ship and just a little help . . . we split the cargo, all silks and bullion.”
She laughed. Toranaga did not.
“My—my Master says that would be an unforgivable act of war against a friendly nation. The Portuguese are essential to Japan.”
“Yes, they are—at the moment. But I believe they’re his enemy as well as mine and whatever service they provide, we can do better. At less cost.”
“He says, perhaps. But he does not believe China will trade with you. Neither the English nor the Netherlanders are in strength in Asia yet and we need the silks now and a continuing supply.”
“He’s right, of course. But in a year or two that will change and he’ll have his proof then. So here’s another suggestion. I’m already at war with the Portuguese. Outside the three-mile limit are international waters. Legally, with my present letters of marque, I can take her as a prize and I can sail her to any port and sell her and her cargo. With my ship and a crew it’ll be easy. In a few weeks or months I could deliver the Black Ship and all she contains to Yedo. I could sell her in Yedo. Half the value’ll be his—a port tax.”
“He says what happens at sea between you and your enemies is of little concern to him. The sea belongs to all. But this land is ours, and here our laws govern and our laws may not be broken.”
“Yes.” Blackthorne knew his course was dangerous, but his intuition told him the timing was perfect and that Toranaga would take the bait. And Mariko. “It was only a suggestion. He asked me on whom I’d like to war. Please excuse me but sometimes it’s good to plan against any eventuality. In this I believe Lord Toranaga’s interests are mine.”
Mariko translated this. Toranaga grunted and spoke shortly.
“Lord Toranaga values sensible suggestions, Anjin-san, like your point about a navy, but this is ludicrous. Even if both your interests were the same, which they’re not, how could you and nine men attack such a huge vessel with nearly a thousand persons aboard?”
“I wouldn’t. I have to get a new crew, Mariko-san. Eighty or ninety men, trained seamen and gunners. I’ll find them at Nagasaki on Portuguese ships.” Blackthorne pretended not to notice her intake of breath or the way her fan stopped. “There’ve got to be a few Frenchies, an Englishman or two if I’m lucky, some Germans or Hollanders—they’ll be renegades mostly, or pressed aboard. I’d need a safe conduct to Nagasaki, some protection, and a little silver or gold. There are always seamen in enemy fleets who’ll sign on for ready cash and a share of prize money.”
“My Master says anyone in command who’d trust such carrion in an attack would be mad.”
Blackthorne said, “I agree. But I have to have a crew to put to sea.”
“He asks if it would be possible to train samurai and our seamen to be gunners and sailors?”
“Easily. In time. But that could take months. They’d certainly be ready by next year. There’d be no chance to go against this year’s Black Ship.”