As they were about to depart, Elder Grandma gave an almost imperceptible dip of her head in Kaze’s direction.
“Elder Grandma,” Kaze said.
“What?” she answered gruffly.
“Yuchan needs patience and care. She doesn’t need to be bullied into normalcy. She will return to normal on her own. She’s more than proven she will not respond to bullying.”
“What do you …” Elder Grandma’s retort died on her lips. She glanced at the palanquin that held her granddaughter. Reluctant to cede to Kaze’s authority but cognizant of the soundness of his prescription, she said, “All right.”
“Good.”
Elder Grandma marched in front of the porters, holding her spear. The servant, Sadakatsu, burdened with his pack, shuffled along behind the palanquin. Only the grandson, Nagatoki, stopped, looking back at Kaze. In the pale gray light that preceded the dawn, he smiled a half smile and waved his hand in farewell. Kaze nodded his understanding and waved back. Then he turned to go.
CHAPTER 27
That peak stands alone.
There is but one highest point
in a mountain range.
He was not anxious to stay in Kamakura. The events at Hishigawa’s villa and the Jade Palace would be known to the authorities there. Most likely they were already searching for the perpetrators, although Kaze expected that they would be looking for a group of men, not just one, when they saw the carnage that had been wrought. Elder Grandma had taken her granddaughter out of the north entrance to Kamakura, through the kiridoshi. Kaze decided to go northwest, along the smaller coastal road.
As he walked, he thought about his next move. Perhaps he should return to Kyoto to search for the girl. After all, that’s where Hishigawa did much of his business. The light gray of predawn was starting to illuminate the world. Kaze was close enough to the sea to get a waft of salt air that invigorated his spirit and helped him forget about the aches in his shoulders and arms.
Kaze had proceeded along the road for a couple of ri when he became aware that someone was following him. The man was an expert and didn’t want to be seen yet, and from that Kaze guessed who it was.
When they came to a remote part of the road, the man showed himself plainly, and Kaze stopped. He turned to look down the road and saw the man approaching him. It was Enomoto.
A sliver of red sun was over Kaze’s left shoulder. Pink streaks of dawn started to marble the clouds.
Enomoto’s face was grim-his jaw set, his eyes watching Kaze’s every movement. He approached Kaze, then stopped outside the reach of a sword’s blade.
“Nani? What?” Kaze asked.
“I’m here to fight you,” Enomoto said.
Kaze was a little surprised. “I don’t want to do that,” Kaze responded.
“But I do,” Enomoto said. “In fact, I must.”
Kaze sighed. “I wish you could see your way clear not to do this. I really don’t want to fight you.”
“You ruined a very good thing for me,” Enomoto said. “I tried to have you assassinated in Kamakura, but those fools took just three men. I could have told them it would take more than that to kill you. Then I tried a ninja, but that didn’t work either. Now I will do the job myself.”
“Why do you want me dead?”
“You said you had an idea so Hishigawa wouldn’t have to move gold between Edo, Kyoto, and Kamakura. I didn’t know what that idea was, but it would have put an end to my profitable game of robbing the merchant. I could have robbed Hishigawa for many years and built up a sizable fortune, not even counting what he paid me.”
“It was dirty money,” Kaze said.
“But it was still money. And I wanted it.”
“Well, I don’t want to fight you,” Kaze repeated.
“Then you’ll die,” Enomoto said, “because I intend to attack you. If you don’t wish to defend yourself, all the better. But regardless, I will defeat you. I can tell you’re tired and worn. I don’t know what Hishigawa did to you at his house last night, but I thank him for it.”
“Hishigawa’s dead,” Kaze said.
“Did you kill him?” Enomoto said, surprised.
“No,” Kaze answered. “But I did kill the rest.”
“I told you once we were all bad there. There were none there that really deserved to live.”
“Nonetheless, it made me sad to do it,” Kaze said. “I have no feelings about killing evil, but it was sad that there should be so much evil in one place.”
“Now you’re going to be sad to fight me? To try to kill me?”
“Yes. I’ll be sad,” Kaze answered. “Because despite everything, I know you are a superb swordsman. I feel no need to confirm my own skills with these silly duels that seem to be so popular now.”
“Well, I feel a need,” Enomoto said. “The honor of my name demands it.”
Kaze sighed. “Well, then. I suppose it’s best to get on with it.”
Enomoto stood back a few paces. Then, drawing a white sash from a sleeve of his kimono, he tied it under his armpits and across his back in a figure eight, pulling his sleeves up away from his arms and out of the way.
Kaze remained impassive, not bothering to tie his sleeves up.
Enomoto pulled his sword out of his scabbard and stood in the ready position. Kaze did the same.
“I’ll give you an extra incentive,” Enomoto said.
“What is that?”
“That young girl you’re looking for, the one who had the plum family crest?”
“Yes?” Kaze said.
“I know where she is.”
“Where is she?” Kaze asked. He studied Enomoto’s face to see if he was lying or not. In the eyes looking back at him, impassive but alert, Kaze detected truth.
“Where is she?” Kaze asked again.
“You’ll find the answer on a scrap of paper in my sleeve,” Enomoto said. “I don’t think you’ll be reading it. But just in case, you’ll find it there.”
Kaze saw no further need for conversation and stood at the ready.
The men stood watching each other, looking for the slightest hesitation, the slightest opening, so they could make an attack. With a perfect defense, a swordsman can never be defeated. He might not be able to win, but he will never lose. To go on the offense was to take a risk, but through risk was victory. Kaze was tired but alert, every fiber of his body connected to the sword in his hand. He waited, content to let Enomoto make the first move.
Enomoto suddenly started running six quick steps to the side. Kaze followed, keeping Enomoto in front of him-always watching, waiting for the slightest lapse.
To his left, Kaze could see the sea now marked by a bloody ribbon as the disk of the sun poked its way up the horizon. Enomoto suddenly lunged forward, picking his sword up and bringing it down in one smooth motion. Kaze parried the blow, but his abused body let him down because, instead of smoothly stopping Enomoto’s blow, his arms buckled slightly, and he felt Enomoto’s blade as it kissed his brow, cutting a small slash. He felt the blood flow down the side of his face, but he made no concession to the wound, maintaining his guard.
“I would have expected you to be much stronger,” Enomoto said. “You must be very tired, Matsuyama-san. I guess Hishigawa-san treated you roughly. Now that I’ve drawn first blood, I know that I will be victorious and kill you.”
Kaze made no response. Instead he started moving laterally on his own, with Enomoto following him move for move. As Kaze moved toward the sea, his path made a shallow arc and, instead of having the rising sun to his left, Kaze soon had the sun behind him.
“Very good,” Enomoto acknowledged, “but not decisive. Our duel will be over long before the sun can blind me or give you an advantage.” He stood at the ready again. The exertions of their maneuvering left a thin sheen of sweat forming on the sides of his neck.
Kaze attacked both to the right and the left. Each blow was parried by Enomoto.
“You’re a strong opponent,” Enomoto acknowledged. “But there is nothing you can do to defeat me. I’ll eventually inflict a mortal blow. We’re too evenly matched, but I can see you’re weakening. And when you’re weak enough, I will prevail.”