Shogun_ A Novel of Japan - James Clavell [152]
“Yes. But—”
“Father, you will forgive me, but sometimes it is necessary for soldiers to do God’s work in the best way they can. I must tell you I was furious with Rodrigues for not creating an ‘accident’ during the storm. He, of all people, should have known better! By the Body of Christ, look what that devil Ingeles has already done to Rodrigues himself. The poor fool’s grateful to him for saving his life when it’s the most obvious trick in the world to gain his confidence. Wasn’t Rodrigues fooled into allowing the heretic pilot to usurp his own quarterdeck, certainly almost causing his death? As to the castle attempt, who knows what happened? That has to have been ordered by a native, that’s a Jappo trick. I’m not sad they tried, only disgusted that they failed. When I arrange for his removal, you may rest assured he will be removed.”
Alvito sipped his wine. “Toranaga said that he was sending Blackthorne to Izu.”
“The peninsula to the east?” Ferriera asked.
“Yes.”
“By land or by ship?”
“By ship.”
“Good. Then I regret to tell you that all hands may be lost at sea in a regrettable storm.”
Alvito said coldly, “And I regret to tell you, Captain-General, that Toranaga said—I’ll give you his exact words: ‘I am putting a personal guard around the pilot, Tsukku-san, and if any accident befalls him it will be investigated to the limit of my power and the power of the Regents, and if, by chance, a Christian is responsible, or anyone remotely associated with Christians, it’s quite possible the Expulsion Edicts would be reexamined and very possible that all Christian churches, schools, places of rest, will be immediately closed.’”
Dell’Aqua said, “God forbid that should happen.”
“Bluff,” Ferriera sneered.
“No, you’re wrong, Captain-General. Toranaga’s as clever as a Machiavelli and as ruthless as Attila the Hun.” Alvito looked back at dell’Aqua. “It would be easy to blame us if anything happened to the Ingeles.”
“Yes.”
“Perhaps you should go to the source of your problem,” Ferriera said bluntly. “Remove Toranaga.”
“This is no time for jokes,” the Father-Visitor said.
“What has worked brilliantly in India and Malaya, Brazil, Peru, Mexico, Africa, the Main and elsewhere will work here. I’ve done it myself in Malacca and Goa a dozen times with the help of Jappo mercenaries, and I’ve nowhere near your influence and knowledge. We use the Christian kings. We’ll help one of them to remove Toranaga if he’s the problem. A few hundred conquistadores would be enough. Divide and rule. I’ll approach Kiyama. Father Alvito, if you’ll interpret—”
“You cannot equate Japanese with Indians or with illiterate savages like the Incas. You cannot divide and rule here. Japan is not like any other nation. Not at all,” dell’Aqua said wearily. “I must ask you formally, Captain-General, not to interfere in the internal politics of this country.”
“I agree. Please forget what I said. It was indelicate and naive to be so open. Fortunately storms are normal at this time of the year.”
“If a storm occurs, that is in the Hand of God. But you will not attack the pilot.”
“Oh?”
“No. Nor will you order anyone to do it.”
“I am bound by my king to destroy the enemies of my king. The Ingeles is an enemy national. A parasite, a pirate, a heretic. If I choose to eliminate him, that is my affair. I am Captain-General of the Black Ship this year, therefore Governor of Macao this year, with viceregal powers over these waters this year, and if I want to eliminate him, or Toranaga or whomever, I will.”
“Then you do so over my direct orders to the contrary and thereby risk immediate excommunication.”
“This is beyond your jurisdiction. It is a temporal matter, not a spiritual one.”
“The position of the Church here is, regrettably, so intermixed with politics and with the silk trade,