Shogun - Clavell James - Страница 36
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The samurai hesitated, their swords ready. Blackthorne prepared to dive over the side.
"Toranaga-sama!" Rodrigues crashed his foot against the door, the latch snapped and the door burst open. "WAKARIMASU KA?"
"Wakarimasu, Anjin-san." The samurai quickly put their swords away and bowed and apologized and bowed again and Rodrigues said hoarsely, "That's better," and led the way below.
"Christ Jesus, Rodrigues," Blackthorne said when they were on the lower deck. "Do you do this all the time and get away with it?"
"I do it very seldom," the Portuguese said, wiping the sweat from his brow, "and even then I wish I'd never started it."
Blackthorne leaned against the bulkhead. "I feel as if someone's kicked me in the stomach."
"It's the only way. You've got to act like a king. Even so, you can never tell with a samurai. They're as dangerous as a pissed priest with a candle in his arse sitting on a half-full powder keg."
"What did you say to them?"
"Toda Hiro-matsu is Toranaga's chief adviser - he's a bigger daimyo than this local one. That's why they gave in."
"What's he like, Toranaga?"
"Long story, Ingeles." Rodrigues sat on the step, pulled his boot off, and rubbed his ankle. "I nearly broke my foot on your lice-eaten door. "
"It wasn't locked. You could have just opened it."
"I know. But that wouldn't have been as effective. By the Blessed Virgin, you've got a lot to learn!"
"Will you teach me?"
Rodrigues pulled his boot back on. "That depends," he said.
"On what?"
"We'll have to see, won't we? I've done all the talking so far, which is fair - I'm fit, you're not. Soon it'll be your turn. Which is your cabin?"
Blackthorne studied him for a moment. The smell below decks was stiff and weathered. "Thanks for helping me come aboard."
He led the way aft. His door was unlocked. The cabin had been ransacked and everything removable had been taken. There were no books or clothes or instruments or quills. His sea chest too was unlocked. And empty.
White with rage, he walked into the Great Cabin, Rodrigues watching intently. Even the secret compartment had been found and looted.
"They've taken everything. The sons of plague-infested lice!"
"What did you expect?"
"I don't know. I thought - with the seals-" Blackthorne went to the strong room. It was bare. So was the magazine. The holds contained only the bales of woolen cloth. "God curse all Jappers!" He went back to his cabin and slammed his sea chest closed.
"Where are they?" Rodrigues asked.
"What?"
"Your rutters. Where are your rutters?"
Blackthorne looked at him sharply.
"No pilot'd worry about clothes. You came for the rutters. Didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Why're you so surprised, Ingeles? Why do you think I came aboard? To help you get more rags? They're threadbare as it is and you'll need others. I've plenty for you. But where are the rutters?"
"They've gone. They were in my sea chest."
"I'm not going to steal them, Ingeles. I just want to read them. And copy them, if need be. I'll cherish them like my own, so you've no need to worry." His voice hardened. "Please get them, Ingeles, we've little time left."
"I can't. They've gone. They were in my sea chest."
"You wouldn't have left them there - not coming into a foreign port. You wouldn't forget a pilot's first rule - to hide them carefully, and leave only false ones unprotected. Hurry up!"
"They're stolen!"
"I don't believe you. But I'll admit you've hidden them very well. I searched for two hours and didn't get a fornicating whiff."
"What?"
"Why are you so surprised, Ingeles? Is your head up your arse? Naturally I came here from Osaka to investigate your rutters!"
"You've already been aboard?"
"Madonna!" Rodrigues said impatiently. "Yes, of course, two or three hours ago with Hiro-matsu, who wanted to look around. He broke the seals and then, when we left, this local daimyo sealed her up again. Hurry up, by God," he added. "The sand's running out. " "They're stolen!" Blackthorne told him how they had arrived and how he had awakened ashore. Then he kicked his sea chest across the room, infuriated at the men who had looted his ship. "They're stolen! All my charts! All my rutters! I've copies of some in England, but my rutter of this voyage's gone and the-" He stopped.
"And the Portuguese rutter? Come on, Ingeles, it had to be Portuguese. " "Yes, and the Portuguese one, it's gone too. " Get hold of yourself, he thought. They're gone and that's the end. Who has them? The Japanese? Or did they give them to the priest? Without the rutters and the charts you can't pilot your way home. You'll never get home.... That's not true. You can pilot your way home, with care, and enormous luck.... Don't be ridiculous! You're half-way around the earth, in enemy land, in enemy hands, and you've neither rutter nor charts. "Oh, Lord Jesus, give me strength!"
Rodrigues was watching him intently. At length he said, "I'm sorry for you, Ingeles. I know how you feel - it happened to me once. He was an Ingeles too, the thief, may his ship drown and he burn in hell forever. Come on, let's go back aboard."
Omi and the others waited on the jetty until the galley rounded the headland and vanished. To the west layers of night already etched the crimson sky. To the east, night joined the sky and the sea together, horizonless.
"Mura, how long will it take to get all the cannon back on the ship?"
"If we work through the night, by midday tomorrow, Omi-san. If we begin at dawn, we'll be finished well before sunset. It would be safer to work during the day."
"Work through the night. Bring the priest to the pit at once."
Omi glanced at Igurashi, Yabu's chief lieutenant, who was still looking out toward the headland, his face stretched, the livid scar tissue over his empty eye socket eerily shadowed. "You'd be welcome to stay, Igurashi-san. My house is poor but perhaps we could make you comfortable. "
"Thank you," the older man said, turning back to him, "but our Master said to return to Yedo at once, so I will return at once." More of his concern showed. "I wish I was on that galley."
"Yes."
"I hate the thought of Yabu-sama being aboard with only two men. I hate it."
"Yes."
He pointed at Erasmus. "A devil ship, that's what it is! So much wealth, then nothing."
"Surely everything? Won't Lord Toranaga be pleased, enormously pleased with Lord Yabu's gift?"
"That money-infected province grabber is so filled with his own importance, he won't even notice the amount of silver he'll have stolen from our Master. Where are your brains?"
"I presume only your anxiety over the possible danger to our Lord prompted you to make such a remark."
"You're right, Omi-san. No insult was intended. You've been very clever and helpful to our Master. Perhaps you're right about Toranaga too," Igurashi said, but he was thinking, Enjoy your newfound wealth, you poor fool. I know my Master better than you, and your increased fief will do you no good at all. Your advancement would have been a fair return for the ship, the bullion, and the arms. But now they've vanished. And because of you, my Master's in jeopardy. You sent the message and you said, 'See the barbarians first,' tempting him. We should have left yesterday. Yes, then my Master would have been safely away by now, with the money and arms. Are you a traitor? Are you acting for yourself, or your stupid father, or for an enemy? For Toranaga, perhaps? It doesn't matter. You can believe me, Omi, you dung-eating young fool, you and your branch of the Kasigi clan are not long for this earth. I'd tell you to your face but then I'd have to kill you and I would have spurned my Master's trust. He's the one to say when, not me.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Omi-san," he said. "I'll look forward to seeing you soon, but I'll be on my way now."
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