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 my future?”
“No.”
“Ishido and the other Regents are still legal rulers according to the Taikō’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, neh?”
The general’s iron-gray brows knotted. “No. We die in battle, with honor. We regain wa. The Kwanto is a spoil of war, but we’ll not see the new master in this life. Shigata ga nai.”
“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 Taikō—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, neh? The rains must stop soon or the harvest’ll be ruined.”
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 Yokosé 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 Zataki.”
“You never intended to go?” Hiro-matsu shook his head, then as the clarity of the idea suddenly hit him, his face broke into a delighted grin. “It’s all a ruse?”
“Of course. Listen, everyone had to be taken in, neh? Zataki, everyone, even you! Or spies would have told Ishido and he would have moved against us at once and no good fortune on earth or gods in heaven could have prevented disaster to me.”
“That’s true . . . ah, Lord, forgive me. I’m so stupid. I deserve to lose my head! So it was all nonsense, always nonsense. But . . . but what about General Kiyoshio?”
“He said he was guilty of treason. I don’t need treasonous generals, only obedient vassals.”
“But why attack Lord Sudara? Why withdraw your favor from him?”
“Because it pleases me to do so,” Toranaga said harshly.
“Yes. Please excuse me. That’s your sole privilege. I beg you to forgive me for doubting you.”
“Why should I forgive you for being you, old friend? I needed you to do what you did and say what you said. Now I need you more than ever. I must have someone I can trust. That’s why I’m taking you into my confidence. This has got to be secret between us.”
“Oh Sire. You make me so happy. . . .”
“Yes,” Toranaga said. “That’s the only thing I’m afraid of.”
“Sire?”
“You’re commander-in-chief. You alone can neutralize this stupid, brooding mutiny while I’m waiting. I trust you and must trust you. My son can’t hold my generals in check, though he’d never show outward joy at the secret—if he knew it—but your face is the gateway to your soul, old friend.”
“Then let me take my life after I’ve settled the generals.”
“That’s no help. You must hold them together pending my pretended departure, neh? You’ll just have to guard your face and your sleep like never before. You’re the only one in all the world who knows—you’re the only one I must trust, neh?”
“Forgive me for my stupidity. I won’t fail. Explain to me what I must do.”
“Say to my generals what’s true—that you persuaded me to take your advice, which is also theirs, neh? I formally order my departure postponed for seven days. Later I’ll postpone it again. Sickness, this time. You’re the only one to know.”