Shogun_ A Novel of Japan - James Clavell [337]
“Two things, Sire. First, his hatred of Jesuits is measureless, even surpassing his loathing of Portuguese, so he is a scourge for you to use against either or both, if you want a scourge. We know he is brave, so he would boldly press home any attack from the sea. Second, money is still his goal. In his defense, from what I’ve learned, money is the only real means the barbarians have to lasting power. They buy lands and position—even their Queen’s a merchant and ‘sells’ land to her lords, and buys ships and lands, probably. They’re not so different from us, Lord, except in that. And also in that they do not understand power, or that war is life and life is death.”
“Are the Jesuits my enemy?”
“I do not believe so.”
“The Portuguese?”
“I believe they’re concerned only with profits, land, and spreading the word of God.”
“Are Christians my enemy?”
“No, Sire. Though some of your enemies may be Christian—Catholic or Protestant.”
“Ah, you think the Anjin-san’s my enemy?”
“No, Sire. No, I believe he honors you and, in time, will become a real vassal.”
“What about our Christians? Who are enemy?”
“Lords Harima, Kiyama, Onoshi, and any other samurai who turns against you.”
Toranaga laughed. “Yes, but do the priests control them, as the Anjin-san implies?”
“I do not think so.”
“Will those three go against me?”
“I don’t know, Sire. In the past, they’ve all been both hostile and friendly to you. But if they side with Ishido it would be very bad.”
“I agree. Yes. You’re a valued counselor. It’s difficult for you being Catholic Christian, being friends with an enemy, listening to enemy ideas.”
“Yes, Sire.”
“He trapped you, neh?”
“Yes. But in truth he had the right. I was not doing what you had ordered. I was putting myself between his pure thoughts and you. Please accept my apologies.”
“It will continue to be difficult. Perhaps even more so.”
“Yes, Sire. But it’s better to know both sides of the coin. Much of what he said has been found to be true—for instance, about the world being split by Spaniards and Portuguese, about the priests smuggling guns—however impossible it is to believe. You need never fear about my loyalty, Sire. However bad it becomes, I will always do my duty to you.”
“Thank you. Well, it’s been very interesting, what the Anjin-san said, neh? Interesting but nonsense. Yes, thank you, Mariko-san, you’re a valued counselor. Shall I order you divorced from Buntaro?”
“Sire?”
“Well?”
Oh to be free, her spirit sang. Oh, Madonna, to be free!
Remember who you are, Mariko, remember what you are. And remember that “love” is a barbarian word.
Toranaga was watching her in the great silence. Outside, mosquitoes strayed into the spirals of incense smoke to dart away to safety. Yes, he brooded, she’s a falcon. But what prey do I cast her against?
“No, Sire,” Mariko said at last. “Thank you, Sire, but no.”
“The Anjin-san’s a strange man, neh? His head is filled with dreams. Ridiculous to consider attacking our friends the Portuguese, or their Black Ship. Nonsense to believe what he says about four ships or twenty.”
Mariko hesitated. “If he says a navy is possible, Sire, then I believe it’s possible.”
“I don’t agree,” Toranaga said emphatically. “But you’re right that he’s a balance against the others, him and his fighting ship. How curious—but how illuminating! It’s as Omi said: At the moment we need the barbarians, to learn from them. And there’s much yet to learn, particularly from him, neh?”
“Yes.”
“It’s time to open up the Empire, Mariko-san. Ishido will close it as tight as an oyster. If I were President of the Regents again, I’d make treaties with any nation, so long as it’s friendly. I’d send men to learn from other nations, yes and I’d send ambassadors. This man’s queen would be a good beginning. For a queen perhaps I should send a woman ambassador, if she were clever enough.”
“She would have to be very strong and very clever, Sire.”
“Yes. It would be a dangerous journey.”
“All journeys are dangerous, Sire,” Mariko said.
“Yes.” Again