The silence became rougher as Sanjiro waited for the other youth to declare himself also. Then the younger Ori nodded his bowed head imperceptibly, put both hands flat on the tatami and bowed lower. "Yes, Lord, I agree."
Sanjiro was content for now, at no cost, he had their allegiance and two spies within the movement --whom Katsumata would be answerable for.
"Such men would be useful, if they existed." His voice was curt and final. "Katsumata, write an immediate letter to the Bakufu, informing them two goshi called..." he thought a moment, paying no attention to the rustle in the room, "put whatever names you like... broke ranks and killed some gai-jin today because of their provocative and insolent attitude, the gai-jin were armed with pistols which they pointed threateningly at my palanquin. These two men, provoked as all my men were, escaped before they could be caught and bound." He looked back at the youths. "As to you two, you will both come back at the first night watch for sentencing."
Katsumata said quickly, "Sire, may I suggest you add in the letter that they have been ordered outcast, declared ronin, their stipends cancelled and a reward offered for their heads."
"Two koku. Post it in their villages when we return." Sanjiro turned his eyes on Shorin and Ori and waved his hand in dismissal.
They bowed deeply and left. He was pleased to see the sweat on the back of their kimonos though the afternoon was not hot.
"Katsumata, about Yokohama," he said softly when they were alone again. "Send some of our best spies to see what is going on there. Order them to be back here by nightfall, and order all samurai to become battle ready."
"Yes, Sire." Katsumata did not allow a smile to show.
When the youths left Sanjiro and had passed through the rings of bodyguards, Katsumata caught up with them. "Follow me." He led the way through meandering gardens to a side door that was unguarded.
"Go at once to Kanagawa, to the Inn of the Midnight Blossoms. It is a safe house, other friends will be there. Hurry!"
"But, Sensei," Ori said. "First we must collect our other swords and armor and money and--"
"Silence!" Angrily Katsumata reached into his kimono sleeve and gave them a small purse with a few coins in it. "Take this, and return double for your insolence. At sunset I will order men to go after you with orders to kill you if you're caught within one ri." A ri was about a league, about three miles.
"Yes, Sensei, I apologize for being so rude."
"Your apology is not accepted. You are both fools. You should have killed all four barbarians, not just one--particularly the girl for that would have sent the gai-jin mad with rage! How many times have I told you? They're not civilized like us, and view the world, religion and women differently! You're inept! You're fools! You initiated a good attack then failed to press forward ruthlessly without concern for your own lives. You hesitated!
So you lost! Fools!" he said again. "You forgot everything I've taught you." Enraged, he backhanded Shorin in the face, the blow savage.
At once Shorin bowed, mumbled an abject apology for causing the Sensei to lose wa, to lose inner harmony, keeping his head bowed, desperately trying to contain the pain. Ori stayed ramrod stiff waiting for the second blow. It left a livid burn in its wake. Immediately he, too, apologized abjectly, and kept his throbbing head bowed, afraid. Once a fellow student, the best swordsman amongst them, had answered Katsumata rudely during a practice fight. Without hesitation, Katsumata had sheathed his sword, attacked barehanded, disarmed him, humiliated him, broke both his arms and expelled him to his village forever.
"Please excuse me, Sensei," Shorin said, meaning it.
"Go to the Inn of the Midnight Blossoms.
When I send a message, obey whatever I require of you at once, there will be no second chance! At once, understand?"
"Yes, yes, Sensei, please excuse me," they mumbled together, tucked up their kimonos and fled, thankful to be out of his reach, more frightened of him than of Sanjiro. Katsumata had been their main teacher for years, in both the arts of war and, in secret, other arts: strategy, past, present and of the future, why the Bakufu had failed in their duty, the Toranagas in theirs, why there must be change and how to bring it about.
Katsumata was one of the few clandestine shishi who was hatomoto--an honored retainer with instant access to his lord--a senior samurai with a personal yearly stipend of a thousand koku.
"Eeee, to be so rich," Shorin had whispered to Ori when they had first found out.
"Money is nothing, nothing. The Sensei says when you have power you don't need money."
"I agree, but think of your family, your father and mine, and grandfather, they could buy some land of their own and not have to work the fields of others--nor would have to work like that from time to time to earn extra."
"You're right," Ori said.
Then Shorin had laughed. "No need to worry, we'll never get even a hundred koku and if we had it we'd just spend our share on girls and sak`e and become daimyos of the Floating World. A thousand koku is all the money in the world!"
"No, it's not," Ori had said. "Don't forget what the Sensei told us."
During one of Katsumata's secret sessions for his special group of acolytes he had said: "The revenue of Satsuma amounts to seven hundred and fifty thousand koku and belongs to our lord, the daimyo, to apportion as he sees fit. That's another custom the new administration will modify. When the great change has happened, a fief's revenue will be portioned out by a Council of State, made up of wise men drawn from any rank of samurai, high or low, of any age, provided the man has the necessary wisdom and has proved himself a man of honor.
It will be the same in all fiefs, as the land will be governed by a Supreme Council of State in Yedo or Kyoto, drawn equally from samurai of honor--under the guidance of the Son of Heaven."
"Sensei, you said any? May I ask, will that include the Toranagas?"' Ori had asked.
"There will be no exception, if the man is worthy."
"Sensei, please, about the Toranagas.
Does anyone know their real wealth, the lands they really control?"' "After Sekigahara Toranaga took lands from dead enemies worth yearly about five million koku, about a third of all the wealth of Nippon, for himself and his family. In perpetuity."
In the stunned silence that followed, Ori had said for all of them: "With that amount of wealth we, we could have the greatest navy in the world with all the men-of-war and cannon and guns we could ever need, we could have the best legions with the best guns, we could throw out all gai-jin!"
"We could even carry war to them and extend our shores," Katsumata had added softly, "and correct previous shame."
At once they had known he was referring to the tairo, General Nakamura, Toranaga's immediate predecessor and liege lord, the great peasant-general who then possessed the Gates and had therefore, in gratitude, been granted by the Emperor the highest possible title a lowborn could aspire to, tairo, meaning Dictator --not that of Shogun which he coveted to obsession but could never have.
Having subdued all the land, chiefly by persuading his main enemy Toranaga to swear allegiance to him and his child heir forever, he had gathered a huge armada and mounted a vast campaign against Chosen, or Korea as it was sometimes called, to enlighten that country and use it as a stepping stone to the Dragon Throne of China.
But his armies had failed and soon retreated in ignominy--as in previous eras, centuries before, two other Japanese attempts had failed, equally in disaster, the throne of China a perpetual lodestone.
"Such shame needs to be eradicated--like the shame the Sons of Heaven have suffered because of the Toranagas who usurped Nakamura's power when the man died, destroyed his wife and son, levelled their Osaka castle, and have pillaged the heritage of the Son of Heaven for long enough!