Shogun (The Asian Saga Chronology) (46 page)

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 vice-regal 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, that everything touches the safety of the Church.  And while I live, by my hope of salvation, no one will jeopardize the future of the Mother Church here!"

"Thank you for being so explicit, your Eminence.  I will make it my business to become more knowledgeable about Jappo affairs."

"I suggest you do, for all our sakes.  Christianity is tolerated here only because all
daimyos
believe absolutely that if they expel us and stamp out the Faith, the Black Ships will never come back.  We Jesuits are sought after and have some measure of influence only because we alone can speak Japanese and Portuguese and can interpret and intercede for them on matters of trade. 
Unfortunately
for the Faith, what they believe is not true.  I'm certain trade would continue, irrespective of our position and the position of the Church, because Portuguese traders are more concerned with their own selfish interests than with the service of our Lord."

"Perhaps the selfish interests of the clerics who wish to force us—even to the extent of asking His Holiness for the legal powers—to force us to sail into whatever port they decide and trade with whatever
daimyo
they prefer, irrespective of the hazards, is equally evident!"

"You forget yourself, Captain-General!"

"I do not forget that the Black Ship of last year was lost between here and Malacca with all hands, with over two hundred tons of gold aboard and five hundred thousand crusados worth of silver bullion, after being delayed unnecessarily into the bad weather season because of your personal requests.  Or that this catastrophe almost ruined everyone from here to Goa."

"It was necessary because of the Taikō's death and the internal politics of the succession."

"I do not forget you asked the Viceroy of Goa to cancel the Black Ship three years ago, to send it only when you said, to which port you decided, or that he overruled this as an arrogant interference."

"That was to curb the Taikō, to bring him an economic crisis in the midst of his stupid war on Korea and China, because of the Nagasaki martyrdoms he had ordered, because of his insane attack on the Church and the Expulsion Edicts he had just published expelling us all from Japan.  If you cooperate with us, follow our advice, all Japan would be Christian in a single generation!  What is more important—trade or the salvation of souls?"

"My answer is souls.  But since you've enlightened me on Jappo affairs let me put Jappo affairs in their correct perspective.  Jappo silver alone unlocks Chinese silks and Chinese gold.  The immense profits we make and export to Malacca and Goa and thence to Lisbon support our whole Asian Empire, all forts, all missions, all expeditions, all missionaries, all discoveries, and pays for most, if not all of our European commitments, prevents the heretics from overrunning us and keeps them out of Asia, which would provide them with all the wealth they need to destroy us and the Faith at home.  What's more important, Father—Spanish, Portuguese, and Italian Christendom, or Jappo Christendom?"

Dell'Aqua glared down at the soldier.  "Once and for all, you-will-not-involve-yourself-with-the-internal-politics-here!"

A coal fell from the fire and spluttered on the rug.  Ferriera, the nearest, kicked it to safety.  "And if I'm to be—to be curbed, what do you propose to do about the heretic?  Or Toranaga?"

Dell'Aqua sat down, believing that he had won.  "I don't know, at the moment.  But even to think of removing Toranaga is ludicrous.  He's very sympathetic to us, and very sympathetic to increasing trade"—his voice became more withering—"and therefore to increasing your profits."

"And your profits," Ferriera said, taking the bit again.

"Our profits are committed to the work of Our Lord.  As you well know."  Dell'Aqua tiredly poured some wine, offered it, placating him.  "Come now, Ferriera, let's not quarrel in this fashion.  This business of the heretic—terrible, yes.  But quarreling avails nothing.  We need your counsel and your brains and your strength.  You can believe me, Toranaga is vital to us.  Without him to restrain the other Regents, this whole country will go back to anarchy again."

"Yes, it's true, Captain-General," Alvito said.  "But I don't understand why he's still in the castle and has agreed to a delay in the meeting.  It's incredible that he seems to have been outmaneuvered.  He must surely know that Osaka's locked tighter than a jealous crusader's chastity belt.  He should have left days ago."

Ferriera said, "If he's vital, why support Onoshi and Kiyama?  Haven't those two sided with Ishido against him?  Why don't you advise them against it?  It was discussed only two days ago."

"They told us of their decision, Captain.  We did not discuss it."

"Then perhaps you should have, Eminence.  If it's so important, why not order them against it?  With a threat of excommunication."

Dell'Aqua sighed.  "I wish it were so simple.  You don't do things like that in Japan.  They abhor outside interference in their internal affairs.  Even a suggestion on our part has to be offered with extreme delicacy."

 Ferriera drained his silver goblet and poured some more wine and calmed himself, knowing that he needed the Jesuits on his side, that without them as interpreters he was helpless.  You've got to make this voyage successful, he told himself.  You've soldiered and sweated eleven years in the service of the King to earn, rightfully—twenty times over—the richest prize in his power to give, the Captain-Generalship of the annual Black Ship for one year and the tenth part that goes with the honor, a tenth of all silk, of all gold, of all silver, and of all profit from each transaction.  You're rich for life now, for thirty lifetimes if you had them, all from this one single voyage.  If you accomplish it.

Ferriera's hand went to the haft of his rapier, to the silver cross that formed part of the silver filigree.  "By the Blood of Christ, my Black Ship will sail on time from Macao to Nagasaki and then, the richest treasure ship in history, she'll head south with the monsoon in November for Goa and thence home!  As Christ is my judge, that's what's going to happen."  And he added silently, if I have to burn all Japan and all Macao and all China to do it, by the Madonna!"

"Our prayers are with you, of course they are," dell'Aqua replied, meaning it.  "We know the importance of your voyage."

"Then what do you suggest?  Without port clearances and safe conducts to trade, I'm hamstrung.  Can't we avoid the Regents?  Perhaps there's another way?"

Dell'Aqua shook his head.  "Martin?  You're our trade expert."

"I'm sorry, but it's not possible," Alvito said.  He had listened to the heated exchange with simmering indignation.  Foul-mannered, arrogant, motherless cretin, he had thought, then immediately, oh, God, give me patience, for without this man and others like him, the Church dies here.  "I'm sure within a day or two, Captain-General, everything will be sealed.  A week at the most.  Toranaga has very special problems at the moment.  It will be all right, I'm sure."

"I'll wait a week.  No more."  The undercurrent of menace in Ferriera's tone was frightening.  "I'd like to get my hands on that heretic.  I'd rack the truth out of him.  Did Toranaga say anything about the supposed fleet?  An enemy fleet?"

"No."

"I'd like to know that truth, because inbound, my ship will be wallowing like a fat pig, her holds bulging with more silks than have ever been sent at one time.  We're one of the biggest ships in the world but I've no escort, so if a single enemy frigate were to catch us at sea—that Dutch whore, the
Erasmus
—we'd be at her mercy.  She'd make me haul down the Imperial flag of Portugal with no trouble at all.  The Ingeles had better not get his ship to sea, with gunners and cannon and shot aboard."

"
E vero, e solamente vero,
" dell'Aqua muttered.

Ferriera finished his wine.  "When's Blackthorne being sent to Izu?"

"Toranaga didn't say," Alvito replied.  "I got the impression it would be soon."

"Today?"

"I don't know.  Now the Regents meet in four days.  I would imagine it would be after that."

Dell'Aqua said heavily, "Blackthorne must not be interfered with.  Neither he nor Toranaga."

Ferriera stood up.  "I'll be getting back to my ship.  You'll dine with us?  Both of you?  At dusk?  There's a fine capon, a joint of beef and Madeira wine, even some new bread."

"Thank you, you're very kind." Dell'Aqua brightened slightly.  "Yes, some good food again would be wonderful.  You're very kind."

"You'll be informed the instant I have word from Toranaga, Captain-General," Alvito said.

"Thank you."

When Ferriera had gone and the Visitor was sure that he and Alvito could not be overheard, he said anxiously, "Martin, what else did Toranaga say?"

"He wants an explanation, in writing, of the gun-running incident, and the request for conquistadores."

"
Mamma mia . . .
"

"Toranaga was friendly, even gentle, but—well, I've never seen him like this before."

"What exactly did he say?"

"'I understand, Tsukku-san, that the previous head of your order of Christians, Father da Cunha, wrote to the governors of Macao, Goa, and the Spanish Viceroy in Manila, Don Sisco y Vivera, in July of 1588 of your counting, asking for an invasion of hundreds of Spanish soldiers with guns to support some Christian
daimyos
in a rebellion which the chief Christian priest was trying to incite against their lawful liege lord, my late master, the Taikō.  What were the names of these
daimyos?
  Is it true that no soldiers were sent but vast numbers of guns were smuggled into Nagasaki under your Christian seal from Macao?  Is it true that the Father-Giant secretly seized these guns when he returned to Japan for the second time, as Ambassador from Goa, in March or April 1590, by your counting, and secretly smuggled them out of Nagasaki on the Portuguese ship, the
Santa Cruz,
back to Macao?'"  Alvito wiped the sweat off his hands.

"Did he say anything more?"

"Not of importance, Eminence.  I had no chance to explain—he dismissed me at once.  The dismissal was polite but it was still a dismissal."

"Where is that cursed Englishman getting his information from?"

"I wish I knew."

"Those dates and names.  You're not mistaken?  He said them exactly like that?"

"No, Eminence.  The names were written on a piece of paper.  He showed it to me."

"Blackthorne's writing?"

"No.  The names were written phonetically in Japanese, in
hiragana.
"

"We've got to find out who's interpreting for Toranaga.  He must be astonishingly good.  Surely not one of ours?  It can't be Brother Manuel, can it?" he asked bitterly, using Masamanu Jiro's baptismal name.  Jiro was the son of a Christian samurai who had been educated by the Jesuits since childhood and, being intelligent and devout, had been selected to enter the seminary to be trained to be a full priest of the four vows, of which there were none from the Japanese yet.  Jiro had been with the Society for twenty years, then, incredibly, he left before being ordained and he was now a violent antagonist of the Church.

"No.  Manuel's still in Kyushu, may he burn in hell forever.  He's still a violent enemy of Toranaga's, he'd never help him.  Fortunately, he was never party to any political secrets.  The interpreter was the Lady Maria," Alvito said, using Toda Mariko's baptismal name.

"Toranaga told you that?"

"No, your Eminence.  But I happen to know that she's been visiting the castle, and she was seen with the Ingeles."

"You're sure?"

"Our information is completely accurate."

"Good," dell'Aqua said.  "Perhaps God is helping us in His inscrutable fashion.  Send for her at once."

"I've already seen her.  I made it my business to meet her by chance.  She was delightful as always, deferential, pious as always, but she said pointedly before I had an opportunity to question her, 'Of course, the Empire is a very private land, Father, and some things, by custom, have to stay very private.  Is it the same in Portugal, and within the Society of Jesus?'"