The Emperor of Nihon-Ja

by John Flanagan

  There was silence around the parade ground now. These were simple timber cutters, peasants for whom, up until recently, the Emperor had been a distant and much revered concept, way above their reach and their station. Now he lived among them and spoke directly to them in terms of the greatest respect. His words were simple but the sincerity behind them was all too obvious and the Kikori felt their hearts swelling with pride. Such was the charisma of this man that they would die for him. Shigeru seemed to sense this and he continued.

  ‘Soldiers! I know you would die in my service.’

  There was an instant roar of assent and he immediately raised his hands and his voice to quell it.

  ‘But I do not want this!’ The shouting died away and the faces that watched him were puzzled.

  ‘I want you to live in my service!’ he shouted and they roared their acclaim once more. When the sound of their voices died down, he continued. ‘Chocho has taught you a new way to fight. He has taught you the code of Issho ni! If you are faithful to this code, you will win a great victory.’ He paused. ‘And I will be there to see it! I am coming with you!’

  Now the cheers were deafening. Shigeru moved forward to walk among his men and they broke ranks to surround him, cheering him, bowing to him, reaching out to touch him.

  ‘What?’ Will said. ‘What is he talking about?’ He made to follow the Emperor, to draw him back.

  A hand seized his arm from behind him and he turned to see Halt’s face. His old mentor was shaking his head.

  ‘He’s right, Will. He has to be there.’

  ‘But if we’re beaten! If we fail…he’ll be taken by Arisaka!’ Will said helplessly.

  Halt nodded. ‘That’s right. But he’s willing to gamble on these men. He believes in them. Don’t you?’

  ‘Well, yes, of course. But if he’s there…’

  ‘If he’s there, they’ll fight to keep him safe. You know they can beat the Senshi. I know it and Shigeru knows it. The only people who aren’t sure are the men themselves. Oh, they’re fine here and now. But when the crunch comes, they’re going to be facing an enemy they’ve never felt worthy to face before. Our biggest potential danger tomorrow is that, faced by warriors who they have always believed are their superiors, they’ll lose that confidence. And if they do, they’ll break. They’ll fight bravely. But they’ll die bravely – because they will believe they have no right to win.’

  ‘But –’ Will began but now Horace interrupted.

  ‘Halt’s right, Will,’ he said. ‘If they know Shigeru is there and that he trusts in them, they’ll have greater trust in themselves.’

  ‘He could be killed or taken prisoner,’ Will protested.

  ‘No,’ Horace said. ‘Your men won’t let that happen. He knows he has to be there.’

  ‘He’s a great man,’ Selethen said quietly. ‘The sort of man you’re proud to serve.’

  ‘They think so,’ Halt said, gesturing to where Shigeru’s bare head could be seen, moving among the jostling crowd of helmets and javelin points. ‘And they’ll need that sort of pride if they’re going to win.’ He paused, watching the scene on the valley floor through slitted eyes.

  ‘And they are going to win,’ he added. He saw that Will was still doubtful about the entire idea and clapped him on the back cheerfully. ‘Try and have some faith in your men, Will. At least as much as the Emperor does.’

  ‘Isn’t there any way I can stop this?’ Will asked despairingly, and this time it was Horace’s turn to slap his shoulder.

  ‘Of course. Just figure out a way to tell an Emperor that you forbid him to do something he’s determined on. That should be easy for someone as devious as you.’

  His three friends all grinned at him. Then Halt jerked his head towards the narrow gully that led to the secret pass.

  ‘Let’s get going. We’ve got a battle to win tomorrow.’

  Evanlyn’s hair stood on end, literally. She controlled an impulse to leap to her feet and spin around, confronting the unknown creature behind her – although logic told her it must be one of the Hasanu. Her song had died away as the hand entered her field of vision. In a quavering, uncertain voice, she began to sing again, very softly.

  ‘Round and round she went, softly stepping circles in the sun…’

  She was sure she could hear the sound of chewing close behind her. She took another piece of fruit and put it in her mouth. Then, almost as an afterthought, she selected a second piece and placed it away from her, on the log.

  ‘For you,’ she said, then continued humming the melody to the song. After a few seconds, the hand appeared again and took the fruit. She finished her piece and smacked her lips again in appreciation.

  ‘Mmmm. Good.’

  ‘Mmmmmmmm.’ The sound was echoed behind her, along with the lip smacking. She took a deep breath and set another piece of fruit to one side.

  ‘For you.’

  Again, the hand appeared. This time, it didn’t dart in and out as on the two previous occasions. It took the fruit and withdrew more slowly. Then she heard the voice again – husky and a little slurred. Just the one word.

  ‘’rigato.’

  Arigato, she knew, was the Nihon-Jan word for thank you. She searched her memory desperately for the correct response, but it eluded her. She settled for, ‘You’re welcome.’

  There was one apricot left. She waited until she could hear no more sound of chewing behind her, then set the remaining piece of fruit out to the side. This time, there was a long pause. Then the voice said:

  ‘Ié, ié!’

  It meant ‘No, no!’ It was the Nihon-Jan form of polite refusal. The hand appeared, picked up the fruit and put it back close by her side. She smiled to herself. The odds against her being torn limb from limb seemed to be getting better, she thought. Casually, she drew her saxe knife.

  Instantly, there was a rustle of alarmed movement behind her. She paid it no heed, other than to repeat the same phrase.

  ‘Ié, ié!’ It mightn’t be the exact phrase needed but she thought it would do, and she made her voice light and reassuring as she said it. The movement stopped. She sensed that the Hasanu had backed off a few metres. Now she used the saxe to divide the remaining apricot in half. She re-sheathed the big knife, took one half of the apricot and set the other to one side. She heard him move in again, this time not bothering to move silently. The hand came into view once more, took the fruit and exited from her field of vision.

  ‘I think it’s time we met each other,’ she said gently. Making sure she made no sudden movement, she rose from her seat on the log. She paused, fixed a smile on her face and resolved that, whatever she saw, it would stay there.

  Then, she slowly turned around.

  The figure crouching on the ground behind the log was massive. Long, shaggy red hair hung down to its shoulders, matched by an equally long, equally unkempt beard. The huge body appeared to be covered in long red-brown hair as well. As yet, she could make out no features. She kept the smile fixed on her face. She felt vaguely like a death’s head. Then she swept down in a graceful curtsey, her arms extended to the sides, her head bowed.

  The Hasanu stood erect. She glanced up, still smiling, and caught her breath. He was at least two and a half metres tall and now she saw that the long red hair that had appeared to cover his body was nothing more than a long cloak, made of fur or shaggy wool, she couldn’t tell which. He bowed clumsily to her and she lowered her gaze, then they slowly stood upright together.

  Now she could make out more of his features. The face was broad, with prominent cheekbones and a heavy, flat nose. The eyes were narrow but set well apart under heavy brows with luxurious, untrimmed eyebrows. There was a definite light of intelligence and curiosity in the eyes, she saw. Then he smiled. His teeth were large and even. They were somewhat yellowed and stained, but they were normal human teeth, with no fang-like incisors. Evanlyn touched one hand to her own chest.

  ‘Evanlyn,’ she said, enunciating the syllables carefully. �
��Ev-an-lyn.’

  He frowned. The name structure was unfamiliar to him but he attempted it.

  ‘Eh-van-in.’

  ‘Good!’ She smiled encouragingly and he smiled back. She swept her arm around and pointed to the distant kayak, where Alyss waited nervously.

  ‘Alyss,’ she said. ‘My friend. Al-yss.’

  He frowned with effort, then repeated, ‘Ah-yass.’

  ‘Close enough,’ she said in an undertone, then continued, speaking carefully. ‘Alyss, Evanlyn, friends.’ She accompanied the words with gestures. Pointing to herself and to Alyss, then miming a hugging gesture to indicate friends. The giant frowned again for a few seconds, trying to interpret the meaning. Then she saw understanding dawn as he repeated the hugging gesture.

  ‘Fwends. Hai!’

  Hai meant ‘yes’, she knew. Now she pointed to him, then to herself.

  ‘You…Evanlyn…friends, hai?’ She repeated the hugging gesture, feeling a sudden sense of alarm that he might attempt it for real. She didn’t know if her ribs could withstand a hugging from this two-and-a-half-metre-tall forest giant.

  Fortunately, he understood they were talking in symbols. He pointed to himself.

  ‘Kona,’ he said.

  She assumed an exaggerated questioning expression and pointed to him.

  ‘You…Kona?’

  He nodded, smiling again. ‘Hai! Kona.’ He pointed to her again, then to himself. ‘Eh-van-in. Kona.’

  ‘Friends,’ she said, firmly, pointing from herself to him. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement, and he nodded eagerly.

  ‘Hai! Fwends.’

  ‘And thank the lord for that,’ she muttered to herself. He cocked his head to one side, wondering what she’d said, but she made a dismissive gesture with her hand.

  ‘Never mind,’ she said, making a mental note to avoid flippant remarks in future. Kona might look like a huge, shaggy ape, but he was no fool, she realised. She pointed to the small camp site, then beckoned to him.

  ‘Come,’ she said. She reached for his massive hand. Uncertainly at first, he gave it to her, then smiled broadly once more at the contrast in size between her hand and his. She led him down the beach to the water’s edge, where she released his hand and waved to Alyss, drifting offshore about a hundred metres. The tall girl waved in return.

  ‘Are you all right?’ Alyss’s voice carried faintly across the intervening water. Evanlyn couldn’t resist a smile.

  ‘No. He tore me limb from limb! Of course I’m all right! Come ashore!’

  As Alyss dug the paddle into the water, Evanlyn turned back to Kona. ‘Alyss is coming. Alyss, Kona, friends.’

  ‘Ah-yass, Kona, fwends,’ he repeated. But his tone indicated that he would reserve judgement. Alyss, after all, hadn’t shared any candied apricots with him.

  As it turned out, his doubts were soon dispelled by Alyss’s natural grace and charm, and her easy manner with strangers. At her invitation, he studied the kayak with interest. The Hasanu did have boats but theirs were clumsy and heavy craft compared to the slender, graceful kayak. He showed particular interest in the shaping of the paddles. His people merely used thick branches to propel their boats. The idea of a shaped, flattened blade had never occurred to them. Kona filed away the design for future reference.

  His inspection of the boat completed, he turned his eyes to their other equipment. The tent created some interest. Like the kayak, it was more advanced in design than the simple shelters the Hasanu built for themselves when they were travelling. He studied their packs and his curiosity was aroused when he saw the two sabres lying in their scabbards.

  ‘Katana?’ he said, then pointed from the swords to the two girls. The meaning was unmistakable. Are these yours?

  Alyss nodded. ‘Ours.’

  He showed some surprise. Apparently it wasn’t common for Hasanu women to carry weapons. They built up the fire and Evanlyn boiled water for tea. She and Alyss shared one cup, leaving the second for Kona’s use. The tiny receptacle was almost lost in his massive, hair-covered hand. On closer inspection, they had discovered that the Hasanu, assuming Kona was typical, did have a lot of body hair – although nowhere near as much as legend would have them believe.

  They waited until Kona had finished his tea, and some smoked rabbit they offered him. He was impressed with the latter, smacking his lips several times. Then they approached the subject of their visit to this province. At Alyss’s suggestion, Evanlyn took the lead. After all, she had been the first to win Kona’s trust.

  ‘Kona?’ she said, to get his attention. When he looked at her expectantly, she gestured among the three of them. ‘Alyss, Evanlyn, Kona…friends. Hai?’

  ‘Hai!’ he agreed instantly.

  She nodded several times, then said, ‘Alyss, Evanlyn…Nimatsu-san…’ She paused at that point, seeing his interest kindled by the name, and a look of respect come over his features. Then she repeated: ‘Alyss, Evanlyn…Nimatsu-san…friends. Friends.’

  ‘Pushing it?’ Alyss said mildly. After all, they had never met Nimatsu.

  ‘We will be,’ Evanlyn said in a confident aside. ‘Now shut up. Alyss, Evanlyn, Nimatsu-san. All friends.’

  Kona looked a little surprised. He pointed to the two of them. ‘Fwends…Nimatsu-san?’

  ‘Hai!’ Evanlyn told him.

  ‘Hai!’ Alyss said in her turn.

  Kona, they were pleased to see, looked impressed.

  ‘You…take us…to Nimatsu-san?’ Evanlyn reinforced her meaning with gestures.

  Kona seemed to understand. ‘Eh-van-in, Ah-yass…Nimatsu-san ikimas?’

  ‘Ikimas is “go”,’ Alyss told Evanlyn in an undertone.

  Evanlyn felt a small surge of triumph. ‘Hai!’ she said. ‘Evanlyn, Alyss, Kona…ikimas Nimatsu-san.’

  ‘Verb should come last,’ Alyss muttered. Evanlyn made a dismissive gesture.

  ‘Who cares? He got it.’

  Kona considered the request for some time, nodding to himself as he did so. Then he seemed to come to a decision.

  ‘Hai!’ he said emphatically. ‘Nimatsu-san ikimas.’

  He stood abruptly and loped across the beach in long strides to the treeline. He paused there, looking back at the two girls, who had been taken by surprise by his sudden acquiescence. He held his hand out to them, fingers down, and made a shooing motion at them.

  ‘Ikimashou!’ he said.

  Evanlyn, halfway to her feet, paused uncertainly. ‘What’s he doing? He’s waving us away. I thought he was taking us?’

  But Alyss had seen the gesture several times before, in the Kikori encampment.

  ‘It’s how the Nihon-Jan beckon you towards them,’ she said. ‘Ikimashou means “let’s go”.’

  ‘Then what are we waiting for?’ Evanlyn said, hurrying to grab up her pack and sword. ‘Let’s ikimashou by all means.’

  Alyss was doing the same thing. ‘You don’t need to say “let’s ikimashou”,’ she said. ‘The “let’s” is already included in the verb.’

  ‘Big deal,’ said Evanlyn. She was feeling a little pleased with herself. Alyss was, after all, the linguist. But Evanlyn had been the one to open effective communications with the enormous Hasanu. ‘Are you coming, or what?’ she threw back over her shoulder as she trudged quickly up the beach in Kona’s wake.

  Getting the hundred men of the hyaku down the narrow pass was an interesting exercise in logistics and teamwork.

  Horace had decided it was too risky for the fighting men to negotiate the steep and rocky path burdened by javelins, shields and armour. Accordingly, when the review parade with Shigeru was finished, he marched the men to the beginning of the secret path and had them pile their shields and javelins in stacks of five. Those Kikori who had not been selected to take part in the fighting now acted as bearers, assisted by the ever-present Mikeru and a group of his young friends.

  They lashed the javelins together, assigning one man to carry each bundle of five strapped across his back. The shields were
similarly lashed together in flat piles and two men took each bundle of five shields, carrying them as if they were stretchers. The remainder spread themselves along the column to help the weapons bearers down the more difficult places, or to spell them when they became tired. Mikeru and his friends, unhampered and sure-footed as mountain goats, scampered ahead, placing burning torches to light the most awkward places on the trail.

  Finally, the fighting men themselves, burdened only by their stabbing blades and body armour, wound their way down the narrow defile in a long line.

  Half an hour before dawn, Bear Goju and Hawk Goju were formed up on the level ground at the bottom of the secret path. They were fully armed and equipped and they’d made the trip down without any casualties. By contrast, there were a dozen sprained ankles and other minor injuries among the bearers.

  Horace approached the spot where Will, Halt and Shigeru had watched the men emerge from the pass and form quietly into their formations.

  ‘We’re ready to move out,’ he said.

  Will gestured to the huge bluff several hundred metres away, which obscured any sight of the Senshi encampment.

  ‘Let’s take a look at the enemy first,’ he said. ‘Keep an eye on the Emperor,’ he added to Horace. He didn’t want Shigeru wandering away or showing himself before they had an idea of the enemy’s deployment and situation. Then he and Halt ghosted off, staying close to the edge of the bluff as they went. They reached the end of the bluff and disappeared round, moving out of sight.

  Horace looked at the Emperor. Shigeru seemed calm, but his right hand was clenching and unclenching on the hilt of his katana. Horace smiled encouragingly.

  ‘What do we do now?’ Shigeru asked.

  ‘We wait,’ Horace replied.

  Will and Halt slipped round the rocky outcrop, then climbed up a little from the plateau floor for a better view. They’d had lookouts posted at Mikeru’s spot the entire night, ready to send warning if the Senshi moved, or were reinforced, or if there were any other change in the situation. No such message had come but Will preferred to trust his own observation in matters like these. That was the way Halt had taught him.