James Clavell - Gai-Jin

by Gai-Jin(Lit)

  Satsuma, had declared her allegiance to him and to Choshu. "Please, I must know, was it with honor?"

  Still no answer. He glanced around.

  Katsumata had vanished. Hiraga's shock was open. The other customers stared at him silently.

  To one side a group of samurai stood watching him. The hackles on his neck rose. He threw a few coins on the table and, his hand on his concealed derringer, went back the way he had come.

  That afternoon, throughout Yedo Castle there was an air of premonition. Yoshi was hurrying after the

  Chinese doctor along a corridor, Abeh and four samurai guards followed. The doctor, tall and very thin, wore a long gown and his grey hair in a queue. Up some stairs and along another corridor and then the doctor stopped.

  Hostile guards stood in the way, hands on their swords, all their eyes on Yoshi and his men.

  "So sorry, Lord Yoshi," the officer said,

  "the tair@o's orders are that no one should pass."

  "And my orders," the doctor said, his fear giving him false courage, "were to fetch Lord

  Yoshi."

  "Lord Yoshi, you may pass," the officer said grimly. "So sorry, your men may not."

  Though heavily outnumbered, Abeh and his men went for their swords. "Stop," Yoshi said calmly. "Wait here, Abeh."

  Abeh was sick with worry, adrenaline pumping, dreadfully aware of rumors in the castle that his master was about to be arrested, rumors that Yoshi scoffed at. "Please excuse me, Sire, but this may be a trap."

  The opposing samurai stiffened at the insult.

  "If it is you may kill all these men,"

  Yoshi said with a laugh. No one else laughed.

  He motioned the doctor onwards having decided that if they attempted to disarm him they might as well fight and die now.

  They let him through unmolested. The doctor opened the far door and bowed Yoshi through. Yoshi's hand was not on his hilt but he was ready for an assassin behind the door. There was none. Just four guards around the futons in the big room. On the futons, crumpled with pain was Anjo. "So,

  Guardian of the Heir," he said, his voice weak though spiced with venom, "you have information?"

  "For your ears."

  "Wait outside, Doctor, until I call for you."

  The doctor bowed and left, glad to go. This patient was impossible, he despised him, and as he was slowly dying, only a few weeks or months left, there would be no fee. In China such was the custom, no cure no fee and it applied here.

  The guards had not moved. Nor would they. The four were noted fighters and completely loyal.

  Some of Yoshi's confidence left him. He knelt and bowed politely. This morning, after

  Inejin had left, he had sent Anjo a message asking for an urgent meeting to give him important information.

  "Well, Yoshi-dono?"

  "Yesterday I went on one of the gai-jin warships an--"

  "I know that, do you think I am a fool and that

  I do not know what you are up to? You said medical information."

  "The gai-jin doctor at Kanagawa. The

  Furansu said he has made miraculous cures, with your permission I will have him brought here."

  "I do not need you for that." In agony, Anjo raised up on one elbow. "Why so solicitous when you want me dead!"

  "Not dead, in good health, tair@o-dono. It is important to have you in good health." Yoshi kept a tight hold, loathing this man and this room with its stench of death and diarrhea and vomit--at the same time afraid he had miscalculated: This could easily be his death trap should the sick man give the order. "Why be sick if you can be cured? Also, I wanted to tell you I have learned the gai-jin battle plan, not on the ship but early today."

  "What plan, eh? How did you come by it?"

  "It does not matter, except I know so now you know." He told him the substance of the plan, accurately, but left out the part about the ten days of grace after the ultimatum.

  "Then we must leave!" The voice became shriller. The guards shifted nervously. "The roju must leave secretly at once, we will take up residence in... in Hodogaya. When we're safe we burn the Settlement by night and catch them in their beds. What dogs! They deserve to die foully, without honor. We burn them out, kill all who escape, and return here when the fleet's sailed away. In the spring we will be prepared. We fire Yokohama tomorrow."

  Anjo's eyes glittered, a string of saliva wet his chin. "You have the honor of leading the assault. Organize it, lead the attack tomorrow or the next day."

  At once Yoshi bowed in thanks. "I accept the honor, gladly, and while I organize it, I have a notion: first your health.

  Bring the gai-jin doctor here, ours are useless and the Furansu swore the man is a miracle healer. I can fetch him quickly and quietly, tomorrow if you permit it. Why be in pain needlessly? The gai-jin doctor will cure you," he said firmly.

  "A few extra days will not interfere with your wise attack strategy. Until you are well, to command, we must keep the gai-jin off balance. I can do that while arranging the attack."

  "How?"

  "By putting myself into their trap."

  "What?" The slight movement Anjo made to see Yoshi better caused him to bite his lip to prevent a cry of pain.

  "I will risk putting myself in their power, meeting with them with only one of two guards. On the ship

  I found out they are on the point of lashing out at us, senselessly. We must prevent this at all costs, Tair@o. They are as dangerous as a pack of starving sharks." This was said with all the sincerity at his command. He believed the opposite: that gai-jin were ready to negotiate and compromise, never really wanting to war unless pushed too far... like foolishly attacking them.

  "It will be my risk," he said dangling the bait with a pretense of fear. "If they hold me hostage, that will cause all daimyos to rush to your support. If they do not, never mind, in either event, you forget that I am hostage and attack them--all this, of course, with your permission,

  Tair@o."

  The silence became heavy. Another spasm.

  Then Anjo nodded agreement and waved a hand in dismissal. "Fetch the gai-jin doctor at once, prepare the attack at once."

  Yoshi bowed humbly, and with difficulty, stopped himself from shouting with glee.

  KANAGAWA

  Friday, 2nd January:

  As Yoshi rode up to the Kanagawa Legation gateway leading the small procession, Settry

  Pallidar, officer commanding the honor guard, bellowed, "Present aaarrmms!" and saluted with his sword. The soldiers brought their rifles off their shoulders presented arms and stayed motionless: thirty Guardsmen, thirty kilted Highlanders, his mounted troop of Dragoons, equally smart.

  Yoshi returned the salute with his riding crop and hid his anxiety seeing so many enemy soldiers with so many spotless rifles. Never in his life had he been so unprotected. Only Abeh and two guards, also mounted, in attendance. Following were a groom on foot and a dozen sweating, nervous porters carrying heavy bundles on poles swung between them. His other guards were waiting at the barricade.

  He was dressed all in black: bamboo armor, light helmet, wide-shouldered tunic, two swords--even his stallion pony was jet.

  But the tasseled trappings and reins and blanket were deliberately scarlet, enhancing the black.

  As he passed Pallidar, turning through the gates, he noticed the cold blue eyes reminding him of dead fish.

  On the steps above the beaten earth courtyard he saw Sir William, flanked by Seratard and

  Andr`e Poncin on one side, the

  Admiral, Dr. Babcott and Tyrer on the other--just as he had asked. All were dressed in their best, with top hats and warm wool coats against the damp morning, the sky overcast. His gaze flicked over them, paused a moment on

  Babcott, staggered by his great height, then he reined in and saluted with his crop. They bowed as casually, the Admiral saluted.

  At once Sir William, with Tyrer close behind, came down to greet him, smiling-- both covering their surprise at
the smallness of his guard. The groom rushed to hold the head of his pony. Yoshi dismounted on the right side as was customary in China and therefore here.

  "Welcome, Lord Yoshi, on behalf of Her

  Britannic Majesty," Sir William said.

  Tyrer translated at once, carefully.

  "Thank you. I hope I am not putting you to any trouble," Yoshi said, beginning his share of the ritual.

  "No, Sire, our honor. You give us rare, great pleasure." Yoshi noted an improvement in Tyrer's accent and vocabulary and was even more determined to neutralize the traitor

  Hiraga whom, Inejin had found out, went under the pseudonym of Nakama. "Please, Lord

  Yoshi will you take tea?"

  Both men had already closed their ears to the meaningless phrases, concentrating on the other man, seeking clues that might help them. "Ah,

  Serata-dono," Yoshi said pleasantly, though he was irritated to be standing, having to look up at them, their height--usually more than a head taller--making him feel inferior, though amongst

  Japanese, he would look down on most.

  "I'm please to see you again so soon. Thank you." He nodded to Andr`e, then Seratard who bowed formally, Andr`e interpreting.

  "My Master Seratar' greet you, Sire, on behalf of his friend, Emperor of Furansu,

  High King Napoleon III. Honored to be of service."

  The moment Yoshi had left Tair@o

  Anjo, he had sent Misamoto with a letter to Seratard asking him if he would arrange an urgent, formal though very private meeting with

  Seratard, Sir William, the Chief Officer of the Fleet, the doctor of Kanagawa, and interpreters Andr`e and Tyrer only--no one else. He would arrive informally, with minimal escort, and asked that ceremony be minimal.

  "What do you make of it, Henri?"' Sir

  William had asked when Seratard had hurried to see him the moment Andr`e had translated the letter.

  "I don't know. He's an impressive man. He was aboard over four hours so we had the opportunity of studying him carefully--perhaps you'd like a copy of my report."

  "Thank you," Sir William said knowing it would be revamped with all interesting information excised

  --no more than he would do. He had a slight cold and sneezed. "Excuse me."

  "As Guardian of the Heir, one of the

  Elders, of an ancient Japanese royal family--even connected to the Mikado, the

  Emperor, whose function you may not know is religious--this man is extremely well connected and important in the Sh@ogunate. Why don't we see him?"'

  "I will," Sir William had said dryly, well ahead of Seratard's information having spent many hours grilling Nakama for details of important rulers and their families,

  Toranaga Yoshi particularly. "We'll do as he asks. Interesting that he wants Ketterer there, eh? That's smelly. We'll go by boat and take some crack troops, dress them up as an honor guard and have H.m.s. Pearl cruising offshore."

  "Mon Dieu, you suspect a trap?"'

  "It might be a cunning way to risk a knight to sweep our command structure off the board. Easy to sneak in samurai--Pallidar says they're holed down both sides of the

  Tokaid@o from here to Hodoyama and beyond. I don't smell a trap but just in case we'll put a round in the chamber. No French troops, old man. Sorry, no. No, Henri! But why should he want Babcott?"'

  "On behalf of France I proposed we set up a hospital for them, to cement ties.

  He was delighted... never mind, William, you can't think of everything. We discussed Babcott who has a modest reputation. Perhaps Yoshi wants to consult him." Seratard had seen no reason to divulge the intelligence Andr`e had uncovered about the tair@o's ill health.

  Japanese tea was served in the big audience room. They seated themselves as protocol dictated and prepared for the interminable politenesses that would go on for an hour. One sip of tea and they were flabbergasted to hear Yoshi say, "The reason

  I called this private meeting, with the help of

  Serata-dono... naturally on behalf of the tair@o and Council of Elders... is because it is time to make progress in our good relations."

  He stopped and said curtly to Tyrer, "Please translate that first and then I will continue."

  Tyrer obeyed.

  "First, the Doctor-sama, the rest of our meeting does not concern him." Yoshi had intentionally waited the three days to seek the doctor. No need to hurry, he had thought cynically: Anjo said he did not need me to arrange it, let him ache!

  Abruptly a crick soared from his own stomach at the thought of the unnecessary risks he had taken, putting himself at the mercy of Anjo, who every day became more dangerous. Stupid to agree to lead the attack and plan it--that part done, too easy--for he would have to do it unless he could finesse the barbarians into doing his will today: "Would the doctor please return to Yedo with me to examine an important patient who may not be named. I guarantee him safe passage."

  Sir William said, "An important person such as Doctor-sama could surely not go about without an escort."

  "I understand that, but in this instance, so sorry, it is not possible," Yoshi said, and now, sitting as he was on eye level with them all, except

  Babcott, he was more at ease. "I guarantee him safe passage."

  Sir William pretended a frown.

  "George? What about it?"

  They had already discussed this possibility.

  "I'd agree to go alone, Sir William.

  One of my assistants told me the tair@o is rumored to be sick. It could be him."

  "My God, if you could cure that bugger--or poison him--I don't know which is best. Joking of course."

  "It's no risk, not to me. I'm only valuable alive and no use as a hostage.

  To cure a V.i.p. would be terrific for us."

  "I agree. We'll play it by nose.

  Talking of that, I heard Angelique consulted you yesterday."

  "Ha! The whole Settlement seems to have heard, you're the eighth who has sidled into that one!

  She had a cold, in this weather everyone has a cold, you have a cold, and even if she had consulted me for any other reason, it is and always would be private, so give over."

  Sir William smiled to himself remembering how he had sniffed and protested he was not enquiring about private matters, like her possible pregnancy.

  Not many days to go and the whole Settlement nervous, no one ready to put down big money yet on what would be "P-Day," or if there would be none

  --and less than five days for the first blast to arrive from Hong Kong about Malcolm, the funeral and what Tess Struan was going to do.

  Sir William pulled his mind back to the issues at hand. Babcott was saying to Yoshi directly in halting Japanese, "Yes, go

  Yedo Lord Yoshi. When go, please?"

  Yoshi said slowly, "When I leave,

  Doctor-sama. Thank you. I am responsible for you. I will ensure you come back safely. You will need an interpreter, yes?"

  "Yes, please, Lord Yoshi," Babcott said, not needing one. He looked at Tyrer.

  "You're elected, Phillip."

  Tyrer grinned. "I was going to volunteer."

  "Ask him how long I'll be there."

  "He says: however long it takes to make an examination."

  "Then that's settled," Sir William said.

  "I'll leave you to it. I've a clinic going on so you know where I'll be." The doctor bowed to Yoshi, who bowed back and then he was gone.

  Choosing his words carefully and trying to talk simply, Yoshi said, "Porters outside have cases of silver coins to the value of one hundred thousand pounds. This is offered by the

  Sh@ogunate in full settlement of the indemnity you have demanded from the responsible daimyo. In principle, the Sh@ogunate considers this a correct amount." He concealed his amusement at

  Tyrer and Andr`e's shock. "Translate exactly what I said."

  Again Tyrer obeyed, not exactly word for word this time, but gave a credible pr@ecis, helped here and there by Andr`e. There was a stunned s
ilence in the room.

  "Sire," Tyrer said weakly, "my Master ask he answer now, or Yoshi-sama say more?"

  "M. The Sh@ogunate advances this money on behalf of Sanjiro of Satsuma. He alone is responsible. As previously explained, he is not subject to Sh@ogunate control--in all things. Translate."