Shogun - Clavell James - Страница 113
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"Why?"
"I'm his friend. Did he ever tell you that?"
"Yes. But England and Portugal are at war. Also Spain."
"Yes. But pilots should be above war."
"Then to whom do you owe duty?"
"To the flag."
"Isn't that to your king?"
"Yes and no, senhora. I owed the Ingeles a life." Rodrigues was watching the longboat. "Steady as she goes - now put her into the wind," he ordered the helmsman.
"Yes, senhor."
He waited, checking and rechecking the wind and the shoals and the far shore. The leadsman called out the fathoms. "Sorry, senhora, you were saying?" Rodrigues looked at her momentarily, then went back once more to check the lie of his ship and the longboat. She watched the longboat too. The men had hauled Blackthorne out of the sea and were pulling hard for the galley, sitting instead of standing and pushing the oars. She could no longer see their faces clearly. Now the Anjin-san was blurred with the other man close beside him, the man that Rodrigues had whispered to. "What did you say to him, senhor?"
"Him. The senhor you sent after the Anjin-san."
"Just to wish the Ingeles well and Godspeed." The reply was flat and noncommittal.
She translated to Kana what had been said.
When Rodrigues saw the longboat alongside the galley he began to breathe again. "Hail Mary, Mother of God..." The Captain-General and the Jesuits came up from below. Toranaga and his guards followed.
"Rodrigues! Launch the longboat! The Fathers are going ashore," Ferriera said.
"And then?"
"And then we put to sea. For Yedo."
"Why there? We were sailing for Macao," Rodrigues replied, the picture of innocence.
"We're taking Toranaga home to Yedo. First."
"We're what? But what about the galley?"
"She stays or she fights her way out."
Rodrigues seemed to be even more surprised and looked at the galley, then at Mariko. He saw the accusation written in her eyes.
"Matsu," the pilot told her quietly.
"What?" Father Alvito asked. "Patience? Why patience, Rodrigues?"
"Saying Hail Marys, Father. I was saying to the lady it teaches you patience."
Ferriera was staring at the galley. "What's our longboat doing there?"
"I sent the heretic back aboard."
"You what?"
"I sent the Ingeles back aboard. What's the problem, Captain-General? The Ingeles offended me so I threw the bugger overboard. I'd have let him drown but he could swim so I sent the mate to pick him up and put him back aboard his ship as he seemed to be in Lord Toranaga's favor. What's wrong?"
"Fetch him back aboard."
"I'll have to send an armed boarding party, Captain-General. Is that what you want? He was cursing and heaping hellfire on us. He won't come back willingly this time."
"I want him back aboard."
"What's the problem? Didn't you say the galley's to stay and fight or whatever? So what? So the Ingeles is hip-deep in shit. Good. Who needs the bugger, anyway? Surely the Fathers'd prefer him out of their sight. Eh, Father?"
Dell'Aqua did not reply. Nor did Alvito. This disrupted the plan that Ferriera had formulated and had been accepted by them and by Toranaga: that the priests would go ashore at once to smooth over Ishido, Kiyama, and Onoshi, professing that they had believed Toranaga's story about the pirates and did not know that he had "escaped" from the castle. Meanwhile the frigate would charge for the harbor mouth, leaving the galley to draw off the fishing boats. If there was an overt attack on the frigate, it would be beaten off with cannon, and the die cast.
"But the boats shouldn't attack us," Ferriera had reasoned. "They have the galley to catch. It will be your responsibility, Eminence, to persuade Ishido that we had no other choice. After all, Toranaga is President of the Regents. Finally, the heretic stays aboard. " Neither of the priests had asked why. Nor had Ferriera volunteered his reason.
The Visitor put a gentle hand on the Captain-General and turned his back on the galley. "Perhaps it's just as well the heretic's there," he said, and he thought, how strange are the ways of God.
No, Ferriera wanted to scream. I wanted to see him drown. A man overboard in the early dawn at sea - no trace, no witnesses, so easy. Toranaga would never be the wiser; a tragic accident, as far as he was concerned. And it was the fate Blackthorne deserved. The Captain-General also knew the horror of sea death to a pilot.
"Nan ja?" Toranaga asked.
Father Alvito explained that the pilot was on the galley and why. Toranaga turned to Mariko, who nodded and added what Rodrigues had said previously.
Toranaga went to the side of the ship and gazed into the darkness. More fishing boats were being launched from the north shore and the others would soon be in place. He knew that the Anjin-san was a political embarrassment and this was a simple way the gods had given him if he desired to be rid of the Anjin-san. Do I want that? Certainly the Christian priests will be vastly happier if the Anjin-san vanishes, he thought. And also Onoshi and Kiyama, who feared the man so much that either or both had mounted the assassination attempts. Why such fear?
It's karma that the Anjin-san is on the galley now and not safely here. Neh? So the Anjin-san will drown with the ship, along with Yabu and the others and the guns, and that is also karma. The guns I can lose, Yabu I can lose. But the Anjin-san?
Yes.
Because I still have eight more of these strange barbarians in reserve. Perhaps their collective knowledge will equal or exceed that of this single man. The important thing is to be back in Yedo as quickly as possible to prepare for the war, which cannot be avoided. Kiyama and Onoshi? Who knows if they'll support me. Perhaps they will, perhaps not. But a plot of land and some promises are nothing in the balance if the Christian weight is on my side in forty days.
"It's karma, Tsukku-san. Neh?"
"Yes, Sire." Alvito glanced at the Captain-General, very satisfied. "Lord Toranaga suggests that nothing is done. It's the will of God."
"Is it?"
The drum on the galley began abruptly. The oars bit into the water. with great strength.
"What, in the name of Christ, is he doing?" Ferriera bellowed.
And then, as they watched the galley pulling away from them, Toranaga's pennant came fluttering down from the masthead.
Rodrigues said, "Looks like they're telling every God-cursed fishing boat in the harbor that Lord Toranaga's no longer aboard."
"What's he going to do?"
"I don't know."
"Don't you?" Ferriera asked.
"No. But if I was him I'd head for sea and leave us in the cesspit - or try to. The Ingeles has put the finger on us now. What's it to be?"
"You're ordered to Yedo." The Captain-General wanted to add, if you ram the galley all the better, but he didn't. Because Mariko was listening.
The priests thankfully went ashore in the longboat.
"All sails ho!" Rodrigues shouted, his leg paining and throbbing. "Sou' by sou'west! All hands lay to!"
"Senhora, please tell Lord Toranaga he'd best go below. It'll be safer," Ferriera said.
"He thanks you and says he will stay here."
Ferriera shrugged, went to the edge of the quarterdeck. "Prime all cannon. Load grape! Action stations!"
"Isogi!" Blackthorne shouted, urging the oarsmaster to increase the beat. He looked aft at the frigate that was bearing down on them, close-hauled now under full sail, then for'ard again, estimating the next tack that she must use. He wondered if he had judged right, for there was very little sea room here near the cliffs, barely a few yards between disaster and success. Because of the wind, the frigate had to tack to make the harbor mouth, while the galley could maneuver at its whim. But the frigate had the advantage of speed. And on the last tack Rodrigues had made it clear that the galley had better stay out of the way when the Santa Theresa needed sea room.
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