"It was good, Sire," Katsumata said softly, knowing there were spies everywhere. The two men were alone, kneeling opposite each other, in the best quarters of an inn at Hodogaya, a village way station on the Tokaido, barely two miles inland from the Settlement.
"Why?" For six centuries Sanjiro's ancestors had ruled Satsuma, the richest and most powerful fief in all Japan--except for those of his hated enemies, the Toranaga clans --and, as zealously, had guarded its independence.
"It will create trouble between the Shogunate and gai-jin," Katsumata said. He was a thin, steel-hard man, a master swordsman and the most famous of all Sensei--teachers--of martial arts in Satsuma province. "The more those dogs are in conflict the sooner they will clash, the sooner the clash the better, for that will help bring down the Toranagas and their puppets at last, and let you install a new Shogunate, a new Shogun, new officials, with Satsuma preeminent and yourself one of a new roju."
Roju was another name for the Council of Five Elders that ruled in the name of the Shogun.
One of the roju? Why only one, Sanjiro thought secretly. Why not Chief Minister? Why not Shogun--I have all the necessary lineage. Two and a half centuries of Toranaga Shoguns is more than enough.
Nobusada, the fourteenth, should be the last--by my father's head, will be the last!
This Shogunate had been established by the warlord Toranaga in 1603 after winning the battle of Sekigahara, where his legions took forty thousand enemy heads. With Sekigahara he eliminated all practical opposition and, for the first time in history, had subdued Nippon, the Land of the Gods, as Japanese called their country, and brought it under one rule.
At once this brilliant general and administrator, now holding absolute temporal power, gratefully accepted the title Shogun, the highest rank a mortal could have, from a powerless Emperor--which confirmed him, legally, as Dictator. Quickly he made his Shogunate hereditary, at once decreeing that, in future, all temporal matters were the sole province of the Shogun, all spiritual matters the Emperor's.
For the last eight centuries the Emperor, the Son of Heaven, and his court had lived in seclusion in the walled Imperial Palace at Kyoto. Once a year, only, he came outside the walls to visit the sacred Ise shrine but, even then, he was hidden from all eyes, his face never seen in public. Even inside the walls he was screened from all but his most immediate family by zealous, hereditary officials and ancient, mystic protocols.
Thus the warlord who had physical possession of the Palace Gates decided who went in and who came out, had de facto possession of the Emperor and his ear, and thus his influence and power.
And though all Japanese absolutely believed him to be divine, and accepted him as the Son of Heaven, and descended from the Sun Goddess in an unbroken line since time began, by historic custom the Emperor and his court retained no armies, and had no revenue other than that granted by the warlord at his Gates-- yearly at the man's whim.
For decades Shogun Toranaga, his son and grandson, ruled with wise though ruthless control.
Following generations loosened their hold, lesser officials usurped more and more power, gradually making their own offices hereditary too.
The Shogun remained titular head but, over a century or more, had become a puppet--but always and only selected from the Toranaga line, as was the Council of Elders. The present Shogun, Nobusada, was chosen four years ago when he was twelve.
And not long for this earth, Sanjiro promised himself, and came back to the present problem which disturbed him. "Katsumata, the killings, though merited, may provoke the gai-jin too much and that would be bad for Satsuma."
"I do not see any bad, Sire. The Emperor wants the gai-jin expelled, you do, as do most daimyos. That the two samurai are Satsumas will also please the Emperor. Do not forget your mission to Yedo was accomplished perfectly."
Three months ago Sanjiro had persuaded Emperor Komei, through intermediaries at the Imperial court in Kyoto, personally to sign several "wishes" Sanjiro had suggested, and to appoint him escort to an Imperial Messenger who would formally deliver the scroll in Yedo which would ensure its acceptance--a "wish" of the Emperor, if accepted, was difficult to refuse, sometimes. For the last two months he had led the negotiations and as much as the Elders and their Bakufu officials twisted and turned, he had dominated them and now had their written assent to certain reforms bound to weaken the whole Shogunate. Importantly he now had their formal consent to cancel the hated Treaties, signed against the Emperor's wishes, to expel the hated gai-jin and to close the land as it was before the unwelcome arrival and forced entry of Perry.
"Meanwhile, what about those two fools who broke ranks and killed without orders?"
Sanjiro asked.
"Any act that embarrasses the Bakufu helps you."
"I agree the gai-jin were provocative.
Those vermin had no right to be anywhere near me.
My banner and the Imperial banner were in the front rank forbidding it."
"So let the gai-jin bear the consequences of their act: they forced their way onto our shores against our wishes and have the Yokohama foothold. With the men we have now, and a surprise attack by night, we could obliterate the Settlement and burn the surrounding villages easily. We could do it tonight and solve the problem permanently."
"Yokohama yes, with a sudden attack. But we cannot get at their fleets, we cannot squash them and their cannon."
"Yes, Sire. And the gai-jin would retaliate at once. Their fleet would bombard Yedo and destroy it."
"I agree, and the sooner the better. But that would not destroy the Shogunate and after Yedo they would go against me, they would attack my capital, Kagoshima. I cannot risk that."
"I believe Yedo would satisfy them, Sire. If their base is burnt they would have to go back aboard their ships and sail away, back to Hong Kong. Sometime in the future they may come back, but then they must land in strength to erect a new base. Worse for them, they must use land forces to maintain it."
"They humbled China. Their war machine is invincible."
"This isn't China and we are not mealymouthed, cowardly Chinese to be bled to death or frightened to death by these carrion. They say they just want to trade. Good, you want to trade too, for guns, cannon and ships." Katsumata smiled and added delicately, "I suggest if we burn and destroy Yokohama--of course, we pretend the attack is at the Bakufu's request, the Shogun's request--when the gai-jin return, whoever controls the Shogunate then would reluctantly agree to pay a modest indemnity and, in return, the gai-jin will happily agree to tear up their shameful treaties and trade on any terms we decide to impose."
"They would attack us at Kagoshima,"
Sanjiro said. "We could not repel them."
"Our bay is hazardous for shipping not open like Yedo, we have secret shore batteries, secret Dutch cannon, we grow stronger every month. Such an act of war by gai-jin would unite all daimyo, all samurai, and the whole land into an irresistible force under your banner.
Gai-jin armies cannot win on land. This is the Land of the Gods, the gods will come to our aid too,"
Katsumata said fervently, not believing it at all, manipulating Sanjiro as he had done for years. "A divine wind, a kamikaze wind, destroyed the armadas of the Mongol Kublai Khan six hundred years ago, why not again?"
"True," Sanjiro said. "The gods saved us then. But gai-jin are gai-jin and vile and who knows what mischief they can invent? Foolish to invite a sea attack until we've warships --though yes, the gods are on our side and will protect us."
Katsumata laughed to himself. There are no gods, any gods, or heaven, or life after death. Stupid to believe otherwise, stupid gai-jin and their stupid dogma. I believe what the great Dictator General Nakamura said in his death poem, From nothing into nothing, Osaka Castle and all that I have ever done is but a dream within a dream. "The gai-jin Settlement is within your grasp like never before. Those two youths awaiting judgment pointed a way. I beg you take it."