Kill the Shogun

CHAPTER 22

That night Ieyasu had a Noh performance to celebrate the smashing of the assassination plot. He ate rice gruel and vegetables, as was his preference. Honda joined his master in the simple fare with relish, but Ieyasu noticed that others didn’t appreciate culinary simplicity. Toyama especially curled his lip at the food served and seemed to force himself to eat it. Ieyasu had already decided that Toyama, although from an ancient family, was a fool; too much of a fool to leave in charge of such a lucrative fief. Toyama would be invited to trade his current fief for one a tenth its size on the island of Shikoku. If he didn’t accept this invitation, he would then be invited to slit his belly, and acceptance of this second invitation would be mandatory. Either way, that would remove Toyama from both the capital and national life.

After several flasks of sakè, Ieyasu was in a sufficiently good mood that he decided to take a part in the kyogen that added buffoonish comic relief between acts of the Noh drama.

Ieyasu chose Kane no kane, a kyogen that revolved around the Japanese love of puns. A Lord wants to check the price of silver in the city, so he asks his bailiff to go into the city to check on the price of money (kane). The bailiff confuses the Lord’s desire with a curiosity about the bells (kane) of the city. The humor is generated as the Lord and the bailiff discuss the trip, with the resulting confusion as one is talking about money and the other is talking about bells.

Ieyasu played the part of the bailiff. As with many kyogen, this one was a bit subversive about authority, and the pompous Lord was the butt of most of the jokes, so Ieyasu selected the role that allowed him to generate most of the laughter. He was astounded when Honda offered to play the part of the Lord. Despite their decades of association, Ieyasu had never seen Honda take a part in Noh.

“This is a new talent, Honda,” Ieyasu remarked.

The old warrior glowered, then almost blushed. “I’ve been taking lessons,” he said gruffly.

“That is a surprise.”

Honda, a warrior who had faced charging hordes of enemy samurai and literally laughed, actually looked at the ground in embarrassment. “I’ve been taking the lessons in secret,” he admitted. “We’re at peace. We have one big problem still to fix,” he said, clearly making reference to Hideyoshi’s heir, still strongly ensconced in Osaka Castle, “but until you finally decide to remove that threat, even an old warrior like me has to figure out how to fit into this new society you’re building. I thought I’d start with Noh.”

Ieyasu motioned Honda to join him in the kyogen. Unlike Noh, kyogen didn’t use masks or elaborate costumes, so the two men just stood and took their places in the torch-lit square that formed the Noh stage. Although Honda stumbled through his lines and stage movements, Ieyasu, who was an experienced performer, still managed to evoke laughter with his antics as the bailiff.

After the kyogen was finished, the Noh proceeded. Ieyasu could have taken a role in the formal Noh, but decided he would rather pour drinks for Honda, proud that an old warhorse was willing to adapt to the new order.

On the Noh stage, the pageantry of motion was framed by the accompanying music and the sumptuous costumes, masks, and fans used by the actors. When the formal performance was over, Ieyasu decided it was time to view the heads.

Samurai brought two spike boards out and took them to Ieyasu. These were finely lacquered boards with a metal spike projecting from the center. The spike was shoved into the neck of a severed head. The samurai carried the heads with a himogatana, a one-piece dirk that was stuck through the topknot of the severed head, forming a convenient handle.

The heads were placed before Ieyasu, who studied them one after the other.

“This was Niiya,” Ieyasu remarked. “It’s interesting that his eyes are open. He was a superb shot, so I suppose it’s only natural that he would want to use his keen eyes to guide him into the next life. How did he die?” Ieyasu asked the samurai who brought this head. Ieyasu knew that Niiya had been allowed to commit seppuku, so he wasn’t inquiring as to the cause of Niiya’s death, but Niiya’s composure during the suicide.

“Very well, Ieyasu-sama. Niiya-san made two full cuts across his belly before he would allow me to cut off his head. It was a fine and courageous death.”

“Such a fine shot. It’s a shame he had to die.” Ieyasu then turned his attention to the second head.

Yoshida’s severed head looked ashen, but a smoky, sweet odor came from it.

“Did Yoshida-san waft incense smoke into his hair?” Ieyasu asked, puzzled.

“Not while we were there, Ieyasu-sama. Once he read your order to commit seppuku, he proceeded with dispatch to fulfill it.”

Ieyasu nodded and remarked to the others at the banquet, “Most efficient. Here was a man whose ambition was too great, but whose skills were great, too. He conceived a very clever plot and implemented it with initial success. It’s fortunate for me that Yoshida’s karma was to cross that of the ronin Matsuyama Kaze. Still, Yoshida shows his foresight and efficiency, even in death. When Niiya went to assassinate Honda-san, Yoshida knew there was a possibility of failure and the disclosure of his plot. Because of that, he scented his hair with incense smoke before he knew of its failure, on the chance that this very fate would befall him. Now his head is suitably presented, and also perfumed by incense.” Ieyasu looked at the assembled guests at the banquet. “This is an example of efficiency you can all learn from.”

At about the time that Ieyasu was viewing the heads, Kaze and Kiku-chan were settling into the straw of a warm barn. Normally, Kaze would sleep outdoors in fair weather, but he realized that traveling with the young girl would force many changes in his lifestyle. Finding shelter at night, whenever possible, was just the first of these changes.

Kaze and the girl had started walking west on the Tokaido Road until they left the outskirts of Edo. Then, because he thought it would help him avoid any of Okubo’s or Yoshida’s men who might be intent on revenge for the death of their masters, he had taken a side road and walked until late at night, sharing toasted rice balls with the girl as they walked.

Kiku-chan was clearly exhausted, but she made no complaints as they walked. Each step took her farther away from the horrors of the Little Flower.

Kaze could have continued, but he perceived the girl was getting too weary, so he found an accommodating farmer who let him use his barn. Kaze and the girl settled in amid the smell of hay and animals and fell asleep almost immediately.

Kaze didn’t know how long he was asleep before the Lady came to him in his dreams. This was the normal way for a Japanese to talk to the dead, so this neither disturbed nor surprised him. His previous encounters with the deceased Lady had been in the form of a faceless obake, a ghost, so this encounter seemed almost normal.

In his dream, the Lady descended from heaven with blue tendrils of clouds trailing after her. She was dressed in her most beautiful kimono, the one with the red-headed cranes flying across a silk field of gray clouds. Their majestic white wings beat the air, causing the clouds to billow about, and Kaze was not sure if the clouds were painted on the kimono or actual clouds that clung to the Lady.

Kaze bowed as the Lady drew near to him. When he straightened out, he was pleased to see that her face was as lovely and serene as he remembered, and that she was actually smiling. She was no longer faceless.

“So you know?” Kaze asked.

She nodded.

“Your daughter is with me. She … well, she’s had a hard time of it, my Lady. I don’t know what kind of life I can arrange for her. I always thought that after I found her, I would find some relative of yours who would take care of her. Perhaps I can still do that. In the meantime, she must stay with me. It is not an easy life. I am wandering constantly and don’t know what dangers still wait for me. Okubo was not loved by his clan, but it will be a point of honor for his vassals to hunt me down and kill me. When my role in bringing about the downfall of Yoshida and Niiya is known, their clan will be intent on revenge, too. In addition, Lady, I don’t know how to take care of a child, especially a ten-year-old girl. In my former life, I had a wife and servants to take care of children. Now I have neither and, frankly, my Lady, now that your daughter is free, I’m not sure that I am the one she should stay with.”

The Lady continued looking at Kaze, a curl of amusement broadening the edges of her smile.

He sighed. “All right. I can see you’re determined that the girl should stay with me. I’ll do my best, my Lady, but I’m not sure my best will be the best for the girl. Shikata ga nai. I guess it can’t be helped. But tell me, Lady, are you happy? Can I go to your funeral temple and reclaim my short sword, my wakizashi, the keeper of the samurai’s honor? Is my honor mine again?”

The Lady smiled and nodded yes. Continuing to smile, her body ascended back to heaven. Kaze watched her rise into the cloudy skies, growing smaller and smaller until she disappeared entirely.

Kaze was about to drift back into a mindless sleep when suddenly he felt the Lady was next to him again. This time, however, her body was right next to his. Confused, Kaze asked the Lady, “Is there something more?”

The dream figure of the Lady looked at Kaze, but she was not smiling. Kaze didn’t understand why her ghost would invade his dreams a second time in one night, and asked, “What is it you want, my Lady?”

The ghost of the Lady reached forward and pressed against Kaze’s chest. He was so astounded that he flinched. Then the ghost did something that made Kaze realize he was not dreaming. She slipped her small hand inside his kimono and touched his bare flesh. No matter what feelings Kaze might have for her, the Lady was still the wife of his Lord. Even in death, Kaze could not imagine her taking such an action. His eyes snapped open and he saw that Kiku-chan was snuggled up to him, with her hand placed inside his kimono. She was awake and watching him intently, as if looking for some sign.

“What are you doing?” Kaze said, roughly grabbing her arm and jerking it away from him.

Kiku-chan looked confused and in pain. She cried, “You’re hurting my arm!”

Kaze eased the grip on her arm. Kiku-chan was crying, her hot tears falling down on his kimono. Kaze hesitated a moment, then instead of shoving her away, he drew her next to him, placing his arms around her and comforting her.

“Don’t cry, Kiku-chan,” he said soothingly. “I know you’ve come from a place where you were taught to do things to please men, but those are not things I want you doing to me. There is nothing wrong with those things when they’re done by men and women, but they are wrong when an adult takes advantage of a child.

“The past few years must have been like a nightmare for you. There is nothing I can do to erase those years. There is also nothing I can do to restore your former life, when you were happy with your mother and father, and living in their castle. I can only deal with here and now, and even then the present is uncertain. I don’t know what the future will bring, but it’s likely to involve wandering and hardship and perhaps even danger. That is our karma. But from this moment, our karmas are linked, and I will do my best to make sure you are protected and safe.

“Your mother sent me to find you. It took almost three years, and I’m sorry for every second of those years, because you had to endure many hardships. I know that. But you have to know that I will cherish and protect you, no matter what. Do you understand that? You have my sacred word on it. You do not have to do things to please me as you were taught to do in that place. Do you understand, Kiku-chan? I am here to protect you, no matter what. Your mother wanted that, and so do I.”

The child looked up at Kaze. In the dim light of the barn, illuminated by moonlight filtering in through cracks in the board walls, Kaze saw confusion, uncertainty, and apprehension in the child’s face. But he also saw hope.