"I would not be worthy to do that. Your son should follow you."
"Yes, and Goroda's sons should have followed him."
"No. They broke the peace."
"And you stamped them out on my orders."
"You held the Emperor's mandate. They rebelled against your lawful mandate, Sire. Give me your orders now, and I will obey them."
"That's why I called you here."
Then the Taiko said, "It's a rare thing to have a son at fifty-seven and a foul thing to die at sixty-three - if he's an only son and you've got no kin and you're Lord of Japan. Neh?"
"Yes," Toranaga said.
"Perhaps it would've been better if I'd never had a son, then I could pass the realm on to you as we agreed. You've more sons than a Portugese's got lice."
"Karma." The Taiko had laughed and a string of spittle, flecked with blood, seeped out of his mouth. With great care Yodoko wiped the spittle away and he smiled up at his wife. "Thank you, Yo-chan, thank you. " Then the eyes turned onto Ochiba herself and Ochiba had smiled back but his eyes weren't smiling now, just probing, wondering, pondering the never-dared-to-be-asked question that she was sure was forever in his mind: Is Yaemon really my son?
"Karma, O-chan. Neh?" It was gently said but Ochiba's fear that he would ask her directly racked her and tears glistened in her eyes.
"No need for tears, O-chan. Life's only a dream within a dream," the old man said. He lay for a moment musing, then he peered at Toranaga again, and with a sudden, unexpected warmth for which he was famous, said, "Eeeeee, old friend, what a life we've had, neh? All the battles? Fighting side by side - together unbeatable. We did the impossible, neh? Together we humbled the mighty and spat on their upturned arses while they groveled for more. Us - we did it, a peasant and a Minowara!" The old man chuckled. "Listen, a few more years and I'd have smashed the Garlic Eaters properly. Then with Korean legions and our own Japanese legions, a sharp thrust up to Peking and me on the Dragon Throne of China. Then I'd have given you Japan, which you want, and I'd have what I want." The voice was strong, belying the inner fragility. "A peasant can straddle the Dragon Throne with face and honor - not like here. Neh?"
"China and Japan are different, yes, Sire."
"Yes. They're wise in China. There the first of a dynasty's always a peasant or the son of a peasant, and the throne's always taken by force with bloody hands. No hereditary caste there - isn't that China's strength?" Again the laugh. "Force and bloody hands and peasantthat's me. Neh?"
"Yes. But you're also samurai. You changed the rules here. You're first of a dynasty."
"I always liked you, Tora-san." The old man sipped cha contentedly. "Yes - think of it, me on the Dragon Throne - think of that! Emperor of China, Yodoko Empress, and after her Ochiba the Fair, and after me Yaemon, and China and Japan forever joined together as they should be. Ah, it would have been so easy! Then with our legions and Chinese hordes I'd stab northwest and south and, like tenth-class whores, the empires of all the earth would lie panting in the dirt, their legs spread wide for us to take what we want. We're unbeatable - you and I wore unbeatable - Japanese're unbeatable, of course we are - we know the whole point of life. Neh?"
"Yes."
The eyes glittered strangely. "What is it?"
"Duty, discipline, and death," Toranaga replied.
Again a chuckle, the old man seemingly tinier than ever, more wizened than ever, and then, with an equal suddenness for which he was also famous, all the warmth left him. "The Regents?" he asked, his voice venomous and firm. "Whom would you pick?"
"Lords Kiyama, Ishido, Onoshi, Toda Hiro-matsu, and Sugiyama."
The Taiko's face twisted with a malicious grin. "You are the cleverest man in the Empire - after me! Explain to my ladies why you'd pick those five."
"Because they all hate each other, but combined, they can rule effectively and stamp out any opposition."
"Even you?"
"No, not me, Sire." Then Toranaga looked at Ochiba and spoke directly to her. "For Yaemon to inherit power you have to weather another nine years. To do that, above all else, you must maintain the Taiko's peace. I pick Kiyama because he's the chief Christian daimyo, a great general, and a most loyal vassal. Next, Sugiyama because he's the richest daimyo in the land, his family ancient, he heartily detests Christians, and has the most to gain if Yaemon gets power. Onoshi because he detests Kiyama, offsets his power, is also Christian, but a leper who grasps at life, will live for twenty years and hates all the others with a monstrous violence, particularly Ishido. Ishido because he'll be sniffing out plots - because he's a peasant, detests hereditary samurai, and is violently opposed to Christians. Toda Hiro-matsu because he's honest, obedient, and faithful, as constant as the sun and like the sudden best sword of a master swordsmith. He should be president of the Council. "
"And you?"
"I will commit seppuku with my eldest son, Noboru. My son Sudara's married to the Lady Ochiba's sister, so he's no threat, could never be a threat. He could inherit the Kwanto, if it pleases you, providing he swears perpetual allegiance to your house."
No one was surprised that Toranaga had offered to do what was obviously in the Taiko's mind, for Toranaga alone among the daimyos was the real threat. Then she had heard her husband say, "O-chan, what is your counsel?"
"Everything that the Lord Toranaga has said, Sire," she had answered at once, "except that you should order my sister divorced from Sudara who should commit seppuku. The Lord Noboru should be Lord Toranaga's heir and should inherit the two provinces of Musashi and Shimoosa, and the rest of the Kwanto should go to your heir, Yaemon. I counsel this to be ordered today."
"Yodoko-sama?"
To her astonishment, Yodoko had said, "Ah, Tokichi, you know I adore you with all my heart and the O-chan, and Yaemon as my own son. I say make Toranaga sole Regent."
"What?"
"If you order him to die, I think you kill our son. Only Lord Toranaga has skill enough, prestige enough, cunning enough to inherit now. Put Yaemon into his keeping until he's of age. Order Lord Toranaga to adopt our son formally. Let Yaemon be coached by Lord Toranaga and inherit after Toranaga."
"No - this must not be done," Ochiba had protested.
"What do you say to that, Tora-san?" the Taiko asked.
"With humility I must refuse, Sire. I cannot accept that and beg to be allowed to commit seppuku and go before you."
"You will be sole Regent."
"I've never refused to obey you since we made our bargain. But this order I refuse."
Ochiba remembered how she had tried to will the Taiko to let Toranaga obliterate himself as she knew the Taiko had already decided. But the Taiko had changed his mind and, at length, had accepted part of what Yodoko had advised, and made the compromise that Toranaga would be a Regent and President of the Regents. Toranaga had sworn eternal faith to Yaemon but now he was still spinning the web that embroiled them all, like this crisis Mariko had precipitated. "I know it was on his orders," Ochiba muttered, and now Lady Yodoko had wanted her to submit to him totally.
Marry Toranaga? Buddha protect me from that shame, from having to welcome him and feel his weight and his spurting life.
Shame?
Ochiba, what is the truth? she asked herself. The truth is that you wanted him once - before the Taiko, neh? Even during, neh? Many times in your secret heart. Neh? The Wise One was right again about pride being your enemy and about needing a man, a husband. Why not accept lshido? He honors you and wants you and he's going to win. He would be easy to manage. Neh? No, not that uncouth bog trotter! Oh, I know the filthy rumors spread by enemies - filthy impertinence! I swear I'd rather lie with my maids and put my faith in a harigata for another thousand lifetimes than abuse my Lord's memory with Ishido. Be honest, Ochiba. Consider Toranaga. Don't you really hate him just because he might have seen you on that dream day?