"At noon the next day everyone was asking me, very concerned, about how you were. With what happened with Patron's Sacred Wound, things change so fast. The Quiet Women have started to formulate some plans of their own in addition to their group prayers, while the inner circle of Tech- nicians, who've been wavering a bit since Guide's death, are now much more focused again-as Dancer, for whatever reason, had predicted.
"I came here following Patron rather than his church, hoping he was going to take some action. So I'd like to consider these things going on among the church members as a kind of forewarning of things to come. If the internal pressure building up in the Quiet Women and the Technicians blows, I don't think Patron can just sit around twiddling his thumbs. I'm like Dancer-I much prefer to see signs that something is about to happen.
Two days ago I was convinced that something important is about to take place on the stage before me now, this moonlit Hollow. People say any con- victions you have late at night are illusory, but tonight I'm getting the exact same feelings. I think the reason you're back here, Professor, is so you can observe whatever it is that's going to happen on this stage.
"Whatever it is," Ikuo went on, "I don't want the Young Fireflies to fall victim to it. I bring this up because they consider these grounds in the Hol- low a special place, the site where they're planning to construct their new lives.
So whatever happens, they'll be involved."
Something occurred to Kizu. "Every time I talk with you about the book of Jonah, I see you standing on Jonah's side, grumbling about what the Lord wants you to do. But your attitude right now isn't just that of a Jonah."
"What do you mean?" Ikuo asked, caught off guard.
"It's a simple thing, really. Not long ago I put it this way: Jonah stands up to God, insisting that he destroy Nineveh the way he originally planned.
But God, lamenting the loss of over 120,000 children plus countless head of cattle, doesn't burn the city. And the people repent. And now you're worried about children not becoming victims, right?"
Ikuo turned his forehead, lumpy like the surface of a pumpkin, toward the moonlight, while below his deep eye sockets all was dark and hardened.
"I'm not making fun of you," Kizu said, "merely pointing out this con- tradiction. A contradiction you've never had before in your life, never thought about, but one that's significant nonetheless. If you hadn't come to this place and gotten to know the Fireflies, this contradiction never would have entered your world… never would have grazed you conceptually.
"I began to think about this when you were staying with me in the clinic,"
Kizu said. "In the middle of the night when I looked out at the backyard I saw a group of Fireflies huddled together, all gazing up despondently at my win- dow. Soon after I laid my head back on my pillow, you got up from your sofa and, thinking I was asleep, crept out of the room. Pretty soon I heard an irre- pressible stir. Just seeing you made the children in the backyard so happy. You're very close to these kids, and you have a premonition that something is going to take place here. Whatever it turns out to be, you'll be a part of it, and they can't help but get dragged in. You can't shut out such devoted admirers.
"No matter what sort of amoral activity you get involved with, it's not going to shock me into retreating. This is the stage where I'll spend my final days, and no matter what takes place I'm ready for it. But I must say I don't mind seeing you agonize over how to keep the Fireflies from getting hurt."
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Ikuo looked lost in thought. The fog that covered the lake rose up in eddies. At first Kizu thought the wind was making it swirl, but looking closely at the outline of the giant cypress he noticed the fog was still. Was it a change in humidity that made the fog form at night? Still feverish, Kizu was sensi- tive enough to smell the cold coming through the bare window.
"Why don't we close the curtains, Ikuo."
Silently, with unfaltering steps, the young man moved over to the win- dow. After closing the curtains, he walked around the bed to straighten the curtains on the opposite side, through which vertical shafts of moonlight fil- tered in. His eyes were used to the dark, so he moved quickly and surely. Kizu could just make him out as he climbed back in bed and pulled up the covers.
Drawing back slightly, he sat up, clasping his knees together.
"There is something I really wanted to tell you tonight," Ikuo said. "It's connected with what you talked about earlier. It's the most important expe- rience I've had up till now. I was going to tell you about it once-the time that Guide urged me to appeal to Patron, when I had you write that letter for me. But I didn't have the guts.
"I told you about how I heard a voice from above?-the voice of God, I called it, telling me, Do it!-though I didn't tell you what I did in response to that voice, just that I was waiting to hear the voice again. I know you're tired, but I wonder if you would mind listening to me?"
Ikuo spoke politely, though clearly not expecting a negative reply.
"I feel a premonition, I guess you'd call it, that something important will occur here very soon. The Technicians are making preparations; even the Quiet Women are active. The buildings here in the Hollow belong to the Kansai headquarters, so of course they have every right to do this, but they're planning to hold a gathering here in the Hollow with Patron and a large number of their followers. After people found out about the Sacred Wound, Patron became very upbeat about this plan and told Ogi to take charge. Most likely it'll be held in the summer.
"With all these things happening and me involved, I have to come up with a plan. But what kind of plan I still have to figure out. One thing I need to decide is how far I should involve the Fireflies. I've been thinking about this all week. For several days running, Gii's brought the Fireflies over to stand guard over me, as it were, since seeing me just sitting silently and thinking has him worried.
"The Fireflies are kids, after all, so they're self-centered. They're en- thusiastic about doing whatever it takes to establish Gii's ideology. If an emergency arises with you, Professor-or even if it's not an emergency- and you're put in a hospital in Tokyo or New York, I probably won't be coming back to the Hollow. And that's a worry for them too, from their ideological standpoint.
"So there's this basic egotism involved, but you should know that every one of the Fireflies participated in the silent prayer meeting the Quiet Women held for your recovery. Two hours without a break. It must have been pretty hard on them, don't you think? That's an incredibly long time for young kids to sit still and keep their eyes closed, but Gii made sure every single one of them took part.
"Two hours… Yes, that must have been hard on them," Kizu said.
"Their goal was to keep you here and to keep me tied to this region. They came up with other plans too, including one to threaten us. This was connected with something I told Gii about my past. I thought you might not be getting back to sleep soon, so I wanted to tell you this story now.
"When I was fourteen years old I hit my tutor, an American named Schmidt, with a poker and hurt him quite seriously. And then when I was sixteen I hit him again with a poker and killed him. Behind both attacks was the homosexual relationship we had. If you and I decided to cut our ties with the Hollow and move to Tokyo or America, Gii planned to blackmail us by sending letters to the newspapers accusing us of creating a ring in which we sexually abused young boys.
"I haven't told you before about my early life, but now I'd like to. My father was a banker who was stationed abroad for many years, and my mother was a piano teacher. Through my parents' professions we got to be friends with the family of an American who ran a music publishing firm that oper- ated in the United States and Japan.