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  "Sold to them by gai-jin against Sh@ogunate wishes!"

  "Bought by them because of previous weakness."

  Anjo's face reddened. "I'm not responsible for that!"

  "Nor I!" Yoshi's fingers on the hilt tightened. "Those fiefs are better armed than we are, whatever the reason. So sorry, we have to wait, the Satsuma fruit is not yet rotten enough for us to risk a war that by ourselves we cannot win.

  We're isolated, Sanjiro is not." His voice became sharper. "But I agree that soon there must be a reckoning."

  "Tomorrow I will ask the Council to issue the order."

  "For the sake of the Sh@ogunate, you and all

  Toranaga clans, I hope the others will listen to me!"

  "Tomorrow we will see--Sanjiro's head should be put on a spike and exhibited as an example to all traitors."

  "I agree Sanjiro must have ordered the

  Tokaid@o killing just to embarrass us," Yoshi said. "That will madden the gai-jin. Our only solution is to delay. Our mission to Europe is due back any day now and then our troubles should be over."

  Eight months before, in January, the

  Sh@ogunate had sent the first official deputation from Japan by steamship to America and Europe, with secret orders to renegotiate the Treaties-- the roju considered them "unauthorized tentative agreements"--with British, French and American Governments, and to cancel or delay any further opening of any ports. "Their orders were clear. By now the Treaties will be voided."

  Anjo said ominously, "So, if not war, you agree the time has come to send Sanjiro onwards."

  The younger man was too cautious to agree openly, wondering what Anjo was planning, or had already planned. He eased his swords more comfortably and pretended to consider the question, finding his new appointment very much to his liking. Once more

  I'm in at center of power. Oh yes,

  Sanjiro helped put me here but only for his own vile purpose: to destroy me by making me ever more publicly responsible for all the troubles these cursed gai-jin have brought, therefore setting me up as a prime target for the cursed shishi--and to usurp our hereditary rights, wealth and

  Sh@ogunate.

  Never mind, I'm aware of what he and his running dog Katsumata plan, what his real intentions are against us, and those of his allies, the

  Tosa and the Choshu. He won't succeed, I swear it by my ancestors.

  "How would you eliminate Sanjiro?"

  Anjo's brow darkened, remembering his final violent row with the Satsuma daimyo only a few days earlier.

  "I repeat," Sanjiro had said imperiously, "obey the Emperor's suggestions: Convene a meeting of all senior daimyos at once, humbly ask them to form a permanent Council to advise, reform and run the

  Sh@ogunate, quash your infamous and unauthorized gai-jin agreements, order all ports closed to gai-jin, and if they don't go, expel them at once!"

  "I keep reminding you, it is only the

  Sh@ogunate's right to set foreign policy, any policy, not the Emperor's, nor yours! We both know you've deceived him," Anjo had told him, hating him for his lineage, his legions, his riches, and obvious, abundant good health.

  "The suggestions are ridiculous and unenforceable!

  We've kept the peace for two and a half cent--"'

  "Yes, for Toranaga aggrandizement. If you refuse to obey our rightful liege lord, the

  Emperor, then resign or commit seppuku. You chose a boy to be Sh@ogun, that traitor tair@o Ii signed the "treaties"--it's

  Bakufu responsibility gai-jin are here and that is Toranaga responsibility!"

  Anjo had flushed, driven almost mad by the sneering malevolence and baiting that had gone on for months and he would have gone for his sword if

  Sanjiro had not been protected by Imperial mandate. "If tair@o Ii hadn't negotiated the Treaties and had them signed, gai-jin would have bombarded their way ashore and by now we would be humbled like China."

  "Surmise--nonsense!"

  "Have you forgotten Peking's Summer Palace was burned and looted, Sanjiro-dono? Now

  China is practically dismembered and government out of Chinese control. Have you forgotten the British, the main enemy, were ceded one of their islands, Hong

  Kong, twenty years ago and now it's an impregnable bastion? Tientsin, Shanghai,

  Swatow now are permanent, self-contained gai-jin dominated and owned Treaty Ports?

  Say they took one of our islands in the same way."

  "We would prevent them--we're not

  Chinese."

  "How? So sorry but you're blind and deaf, and your head's in the heavens. A year ago, the moment the latest China war was over, if we'd provoked them they would have sent all those fleets and armies against us and overrun us as well. Only Bakufu cleverness stopped them. We could not have stood against those armadas--or their cannon and guns."

  "I agree that it's Sh@ogunate responsibility we're unprepared,

  Toranaga responsibility. We should have had modern cannon and warships years ago, we have had knowledge of them for years, didn't the Dutch advise us dozens of times about their new inventions, but you put our heads in the night buckets! You failed the Emperor. At most you could have settled for one port, Deshima--why give the American fiend Townsend Harris, Yokohama,

  Hirodate, Nagasaki, Kanagawa and allow them access to Yedo for their impertinent Legations!

  Resign and let others more qualified save the

  Land of the Gods..."

  END OF VOLUME I

  GAI-JIN

  A Novel of Japan by

  JAMES CLAVELL

  Volume II of Twelve Volumes

  Pages i-ii and 219-448

  For special distribution as authorized by Act of

  Congress under Public Law 89-522, andwiththe permission of the copyright holder.

  Produced in braille for the Library of Congress,

  National Library Service for the Blind and

  Physically Handicapped, by Braille International,

  Inc., 1994.

  Copyright 1993 by James Clavell

  All rights reserved.

  GAI-JIN

  BOOK ONE

  Monday, 15th September: (continued)

  Remembering the clash made Anjo sweat, that and the knowledge that much of what Sanjiro said was right. He took a paper handkerchief from his voluminous sleeve and wiped the sweat off his brow and shaved pate and looked back at Yoshi, jealous of his bearing and good looks but mostly of his youth and legendary virility.

  Not so long ago it was so easy to be satisfied, normal to be potent, he thought in sudden misery, the ever present ache in his loins reminding him. Not so long ago, easy to become erect without effort and be abundantly charged--now no longer possible even with the most desirable person, their most clever skills, or rarest salves and medicines.

  "Sanjiro may consider himself beyond reach, but he's not," he said with finality. "Put your mind on it too, Yoshi-dono, our young but oh so wise Councillor, how to remove him, or your own head may be on a spike all too soon."

  Yoshi decided not to take offense, and smiled.

  "What do the other Elders advise?"

  Anjo laughed crookedly. "They will vote as

  I say."

  "If you weren't kinsman, I would suggest you resign or commit seppuku."

  "What a pity you are not your illustrious namesake and you could actually order it, eh?"

  Anjo got up heavily. "I'll send reply now, to delay. Tomorrow we take a formal vote to humble Sanjiro..." Angrily he spun on guard as the door was jerked open. Yoshi already had his sword half out of its scabbard. "I gave orders..."

  The flustered sentry mumbled, "So sorry,

  Anjo-sama..."

  Anjo's fury vanished as a youth brushed the sentry aside and hurried into the room, closely followed by a girl, barely five feet tall, both elaborately dressed and bubbling, four armed samurai in their wake and, after them, a matron and lady-in-waiting. At once Anjo and Yoshi knelt and bowed their heads to the tatami.
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  The entourage bowed back. The youth,

  Sh@ogun Nobusada, did not. Nor did the girl, Imperial Princess Yazu, his wife.

  Both were the same age, sixteen.

  "That quake, it knocked over my favorite vase," the youth said excitedly, pointedly ignoring Yoshi. "My favorite vase!" He waved the door closed. His guards stayed, and his wife's ladies. "I wanted to tell you I've a wonderful idea."

  "So sorry about the vase, Sire." Anjo's voice was kind. "You had an idea?"

  "We... I've decided we, my wife and

  I, we, I've decided we'll go to Ky@oto to see the Emperor and ask him what to do about the gai-jin and how to throw them out!" The youth beamed at his wife and she nodded in happy agreement.

  "We'll go next month--a State Visit!"

  Anjo and Yoshi felt their minds explode, both wanting to leap forward and strangle the boy for his lack of brains. But both kept their tempers, both used to his petulant stupidity and tantrums, and for the thousandth time, both cursed the day the marriage of these two had been proposed and consummated. "An interesting idea, Sire,"

  Anjo said carefully, watching the girl without watching, noting her concentration centered on him now and that, as usual, though her lips smiled her eyes did not. "I will put the suggestion before the

  Council of Elders and we will give it our full attention."

  "Good," Nobusada said importantly. He was a small, thin young man, just five and a half feet, who always wore thick geta, sandals, to increase his height. His teeth were dyed fashionably black as Court custom in

  Ky@oto decreed, though not here in Sh@ogunate circles. "Three or four weeks should be time to prepare everything." Ingenuously he smiled at his wife. "Did I forget anything,

  Yazu-chan?"

  "No, Sire," she said prettily, "how could you forget anything?" Her face was delicate and made up in classic Ky@oto Court style: eyebrows plucked and, in their place, high arching eyebrows painted on the whiteness of her makeup, her teeth dyed black, thick raven hair piled high and held in place with ornate pins.

  Purple kimono decorated with sprays of autumn leaves, her obi, the intricate sash, golden. Imperial Princess Yazu, stepsister of the Son of Heaven, Nobusada's bride of six months, sought for him since she was twelve, betrothed at fourteen and married at sixteen. "Of course a decision by you is a decision and not a suggestion."

  "Of course, Honored Princess," Yoshi said quickly. "But so sorry, Sire, such important arrangements could not possibly be made in four weeks. May I advise you to consider the implications for such a visit might be misinterpreted."

  Nobusada's smile vanished.

  "Implication? Advise? What implications?

  Misinterpreted by whom? By you?" he said rudely.

  "No, Sire, not by me. I just wanted to point out that no Sh@ogun has ever gone to Ky@oto to ask the Emperor's advice and such a precedent would be disastrous to your rule."

  "Why?" Nobusada said angrily. "I don't understand."

  "Because, as you remember, the Sh@ogun has the sole hereditary duty to make decisions for the

  Emperor, together with his Council of Elders and

  Sh@ogunate." Yoshi kept his voice gentle.

  "This allows the Son of Heaven to spend his time interceding with the gods for all of us, and for the

  Sh@ogunate to keep mundane and common happenings from disturbing his wa."

  Princess Yazu said sweetly, "What

  Toranaga Yoshi-sama says is true, husband. Unfortunately the gai-jin have already disturbed his wa as we all know, so to ask my brother, the Exalted, for advice would surely be both polite and filial and not interfere with historic rights."

  "Yes." The youth puffed up his chest. "It's decided!"

  "The Council will at once consider your wishes," Yoshi said.

  Nobusada's face contorted and he shouted,

  "Wishes? It's a decision! Put it to them if you wish, but I have decided! I'm Sh@ogun, you're not! I am! I've decided! I was chosen and they rejected you--all loyal daimyos did.

  I'm Sh@ogun, Cousin!"

  Everyone was aghast at the outburst. Except the girl. She smiled to herself and kept her eyes downcast and thought: at last my revenge begins.

  "True, Sire," Yoshi was saying, voice level though the color was out of his face.

  "But I am Guardian and I must advise against--"

  "I don't want your advice! No one asked me if I wanted a Guardian, I don't need a Guardian, Cousin, least of all you."

  Yoshi looked at the youth shaking with rage.

  Once I was just like you, he thought coldly, a puppet to be ordered this way or that, to be sent away from my own family to be adopted by another, or to be married, or banished and almost murdered six times and all because the gods decided I would be born the son of my father--as you, pathetic fool, were born the son of your father. I'm like you in many ways, but never a fool, always a swordsman, aware of the puppeting, and now hugely different.

  Now I am no longer a puppet. Sanjiro of

  Satsuma doesn't know it yet, but he's made me puppeteer.

  "While I am Guardian, I will guard and protect you, Sire," he said. His eyes flicked to the girl, so tiny and delicate, outwardly. "And your family."

  She did not meet his eyes. No need. Both knew that war was declared. "We are glad of your protection, Toranaga-sama."

  "I'm not!" Nobusada screeched. "You were my rival, now you're nothing! In two years

  I'm eighteen and then I'll rule alone and you

  ..." He pointed a shaking finger at Yoshi's impassive face, everyone appalled--except the girl. "Unless you learn to obey I'll... you'll be banished to the North Island forever.

  We-are-going-to-Ky@oto!"

  He swung around. Hastily a guard flung the door open. All bowed as he hurried out.

  She followed, then the others and when they were alone again Anjo wiped the sweat off his neck. "She's

  ... she's the source of all his... agitation, and

  "brilliance,"" he said sourly. "Since she arrived the fool's become even more stupid than he was and not because he is fornicating himself blind."

  Yoshi hid his astonishment that Anjo would make such an obvious though dangerous comment aloud.

  "Tea?"

  Anjo nodded, morosely, jealous again of his elegance and strength. Nobusada's not such a fool in some ways, he was thinking. I agree with him about you, the sooner you're removed the better, you and Sanjiro, you're both trouble.

  Could the Council vote to restrict your powers as

  Guardian or banish you? It's true you send that foolish boy mad every time he sees you--and her.

  If it were not for you I could manage that bitch,

  Emperor's stepsister or not. And to think that not only was I in favor of the marriage but I put tair@o Ii's stratagem into place, even against the Emperor's opposition to such a match.

  Didn't we refuse his reluctant first offer of his thirty-year-old daughter, then his one-year-old baby, until eventually, under pressure, he agreed on his stepsister?

  Of course the close connection of Nobusada with the Imperial family strengthens us against

  Sanjiro and the outside lords, against Yoshi and those who wanted him appointed Sh@ogun instead. The connection will be all-powerful once she has a son

  --that will mellow her and drain her venom. Her pregnancy is overdue. The boy's doctor will increase the dose of ginseng, or give him some of the special pills to improve the boy's performance, terrible to be so limp at his age.

  Yes, the sooner she's carrying the better.

  He finished his tea. "I will see you at the meeting tomorrow." Both bowed perfunctorily.

  Yoshi left and went out onto the battlements needing air and time to think. Below he could see the vast stone fortifications with three encircling moats within moats and impregnable strong points and drawbridges, the walls monstrous. Within the castle walls were quarters for fifty thousand samurai and ten thousand horse, along with spacious halls and palaces for chosen,
loyal families--but only Toranaga families within the inner moat--and gardens everywhere.