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.
Yabu was chattering at him again but he paid no heed. "Don't understand - wakarimasen, Yabu-san! Listen, Toranagasama said, me, Anjin-san, ichi-ban ima! I'm chief Captain-san now! Wakarimasu ka, Yabu-san?" He pointed the course on the compass to the Japanese captain, who gesticulated at the frigate, barely fifty yards aft now, overtaking them rapidly on another collision path.
"Hold your course, by God!" Blackthorne said, the breeze cooling his seasodden clothes, which chilled him but helped to clear his head. He checked the sky. No clouds were near the bright moon and the wind was fair. No danger there, he thought. God keep the moon bright till we're through.
"Hey, Captain!" he called out in English, knowing it made no difference if he spoke English or Portuguese or Dutch or Latin because he was alone. "Send someone for sake! Sake! Wakarimasu ka?"
"Hai, Anjin-san."
