"Yes. But we came here for guns and to create havoc. We..." Ori stopped, his mind flowing into the sudden glimmering of a new and wonderful diversion, a second chance, greater than the first.
"Shorin," he whispered, "if you silenced her, took her but didn't kill her, just left her unconscious to tell of the taking, leaving a sign linking us to the Tokaido, then together we kill one or two soldiers and vanish with or without their guns--inside their Legation--wouldn't that make them mad with rage?"
The breath hissed out of Shorin's lips at the beauty of the idea. "Yes, yes it would, but better to slit her throat and write "Tokaido" in her blood. You go, I'll guard here, safer," and when Ori hesitated he said, "Katsumata said we were wrong to hesitate. Last time you hesitated. Why hesitate?"
It was a split-second decision, then Ori was running for the building, a shadow among many shadows. He gained the lee and began to climb.
Outside the guard house, one of the soldiers said softly, "Don't look around, Charlie, but I think I saw someone running for the house."
"Christ, get the Sergeant, careful now."
The soldier pretended to stretch, then strolled into the guard house. Quickly but cautiously he shook Sergeant Towery awake and repeated what he had seen, or thought he had seen.
"What did the bugger look like?"
"I just caught the movement, Sar'nt, 'least I think I did, I'm not sure like, it might've been a bloody shadder."
"All right, me lad, let's take a look." Sergeant Towery awoke the Corporal and another soldier and posted them. Then he led the other two into the garden.
"It were about there, Sar'nt."
Shorin saw them coming. There was nothing he could do to warn Ori who was almost at the window, still well camouflaged by his clothes and the shadows. He watched him reach the sill, ease one of the shutters wider and vanish inside. The shutter moved slowly back into place. Karma, he thought, and turned to his own plight.
Sergeant Towery had stopped in the center of the path, and was carefully scanning the surroundings and up at the building. Many of the shutters on the upper story were open and unbarred so he was not concerned, one of them creaking in the small wind. The garden door was locked.
At length he said, "Charlie, you take that side." He pointed near to where the ambush was hidden. "Nogger, you go opposite, flush 'em out if any's there. Keep your bloody eyes open.
Fix bayonets!" He was obeyed instantly.
Shorin eased his sword in its scabbard, the blade also blackened for the night foray, then settled himself into attack position, his throat tight.
The moment Ori had slid into the room, he checked the only door and saw that it was barred, that she was still asleep, unsheathed his short stabbing sword and darted for the bed. It was a four-poster, the first he had ever seen, everything about it strange, its height and heavy permanence, posts, curtains, bedclothes, and for a second he wondered what it would be like to sleep in one, so high off the ground, instead of the way Japanese slept, on futons-- light, square mattresses of straw--laid out at night and put away by day.
His heart was racing and he tried to keep his breathing soft, not wanting to awaken her yet, not knowing she was deeply drugged. The room was dark but moonlight came in through the shutters and he saw her long fair hair flowing over her shoulders and the swell of her breasts and limbs under the sheet. A perfume surrounded her, intoxicating him.
Then the click of the bayonets and muttered voices from the garden... For a split second he was petrified. Blindly he poised the knife to end her, but she did not stir. Her breathing remained regular.
He hesitated, then padded noiselessly to the shutters and peered out. He saw the soldiers.
Did they see me, or notice Shorin? he asked himself in panic.
If so then I'm trapped but that doesn't matter I can still accomplish what I came to accomplish and perhaps they'll go away--I have two exits, the door and the window. Patience, Katsumata always advised. Use your head, wait calmly, then strike without hesitation and escape when the moment arrives, as it always will.
Surprise is your best weapon!
His stomach twisted. One of the soldiers was heading for their hiding place. Even though Ori knew exactly where Shorin was he could not pick him out. Breathlessly he waited to see what would happen. Perhaps Shorin will draw them off. Whatever happens, she dies, he promised himself.
Shorin watched the soldier approaching, hopelessly trying to fathom a way out of the trap and cursing Ori. They must have spotted him! If I kill this dog there's no way I can reach the others before they shoot me. I can't get to the wall without being seen.
Stupid of Ori to change the plan, of course they spotted him, I told him that woman was trouble--he should have killed her at the road...
Perhaps this barbarian will miss me and give me enough time to rush for the wall.
The moonlight caught the long bayonet in flashes as the soldier quietly probed the foliage, lifting it apart here and there to see better.
Closer and closer. Six feet, five, four, three...
Shorin stayed motionless, his face covering now practically masking his eyes, and held his breath.
The soldier almost brushed him in passing, then went on again, stopped a moment, on a few more paces, probing again, then on again and Shorin began quietly to breathe once more. He could feel the sweat on his back but he knew he was safe now and in a few moments would be safely over the wall.
From his position Sergeant Towery could watch both soldiers. He held a cocked rifle loose in the hands, but was as unsure as they were, not wanting to give a false alarm. The night was fine, wind slight, moonlight strong. Easy to imagine shadows to be enemy in this stinking place, he thought. Christ, wish we were back in good old London town.
"Evening, Sergeant Towery, what's up?"
"Evening sir." Towery saluted smartly. It was the Dragoon officer, Pallidar. He explained what he had been told. "Might have been a shadow, better safe than sorry."
"Better get extra men and we'll make sure that--"
At that moment the young soldier nearest the ambush site whirled on guard, his musket levelled.
"Sergeant!" he called out in excitement and terror, "the bastard's here!"
Already Shorin was rushing to the attack, his killing sword on high but the soldier's training took over for that instant and the bayonet expertly held Shorin off as the others came running, Pallidar jerking out his revolver. Again Shorin pressed the attack but was inhibited by the length of the rifle and bayonet, then slipped, scrambled out of the way of the bayonet lunge and fled through the foliage for the wall. The young soldier charged after him.
"Watchiiit!" Towery shouted as the young man crashed into the undergrowth, glands now in total control propelling him to the kill. But the soldier did not hear the warning and went into the bushes and died, the short sword deep in his chest. Shorin jerked it out, quite sure there was no escape, the others almost on him.
"Namu Amida Butsu"--In the Name of the Buddha Amida--he gasped through his own fear, commending his spirit to Buddha, and screamed "Sonno-joi!" not to warn Ori but to make his last statement. Then, with desperate strength he buried the knife in his own throat.
Ori had seen most of this but not the end. The moment the soldier had shouted and charged he had rushed pell-mell for the bed expecting her to be startled awake but to his astonishment she had not moved, nor had the calm tempo of her breathing changed so he stood over her, knees trembling, waiting for her eyes to open, expecting a trick, wanting her to see him and see the knife before he used it. Then there was the wail of "sonno-joi" and he knew Shorin had gone onwards, then more noise. But still she did not stir. His lips came back from his teeth, his breathing strangled.
Abruptly he could stand the strain no longer so he shook her angrily with his wounded arm, heedless of the pain, put the knife to her throat, ready to obliterate the scream.