"First to Nagasaki, by ship from Mishima. There are trade negotiations to conclude. Then to wherever Toranaga is, wherever the battle will be."
"They'll let you travel freely, in spite of the war?"
"Oh, yes. They need us-whoever wins. Surely we can be reasonable men, and make peace-you and I. I ask it because of Mariko-sama."
Blackthorne said nothing for a moment. "Once we had a truce, because she wanted it. I'll offer you that. A truce, not a peace-providing you agree not to come within fifty miles of where my shipyard is."
"I agree, Pilot, of course I agree-but you've nothing to fear from me. A truce, then, in her memory." Alvito put out his hand. "Thank you."
Blackthorne shook the hand firmly. Then Alvito said, "Soon her funeral will take place at Nagasaki. It's to be in the cathedral. The Father-Visitor will say the service himself, Anjin-san. Part of her ashes are to be entombed there."
"That would please her." Blackthorne watched the wreck for a moment, then looked back at Alvito. "One thing I… I didn't mention to Toranaga: Just before she died I gave her a Benediction as a priest would, and the last rites as best I could. There was no one else and she was Catholic. I don't think she heard me, I don't know if she was conscious. And I did it again at her cremation. Would that-would that be the same? Would that be acceptable? I tried to do it before God, not mine or yours, but God."
"No, Anjin-san. We are taught that it would not. But two days before she died she asked for and received absolution from the Father-Visitor and she was sanctified."
"Then… then she knew all along she had to die… whatever happened, she was a sacrifice."
"Yes, God bless her and cherish her!"
"Thank you for telling me," Blackthorne said. "I've… I was always worried my intercession would never work, though I… Thank you for telling me."
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"I will."
Blackthorne shook the hand and watched the priest walk away, tall and strong, a worthy adversary. We'll always be enemies, he thought. We both know it, truce or no truce. What would you say if you knew Toranaga's plan and my plan? Nothing more than you've already threatened,
Contentedly Blackthorne walked back to Naga and settled plans for tomorrow, then climbed the slope to his temporary house, near Toranaga. There he ate rice and slivered raw fish that one of his cooks had prepared for him and found them delicious. He took a second helping and began to laugh.
"Sire?"
"Nothing." But in his head he was seeing Mariko and hearing her say, 'Oh, Anjin-san, one day perhaps we'll even get you to like raw fish and then you'll be on the road to nirvana-the Place of Perfect Peace.'
Ah, Mariko, he thought, I'm so glad about the real absolution. And I thank thee.
For what, Anjin-san? he could hear her say.
For life, Mariko my darling. Thou…
Many times during the days and the nights he would talk to her in his head, reliving parts of their life together and telling her about today, feeling her presence very close, always so close that once or twice he had looked over his shoulder expecting to see her standing there.
I did that this morning, Mariko, but instead of you it was Buntaro, Tsukku-san beside him, both glaring at me. I had my sword but he had his great bow in his hands. Eeeee, my love, it took all my courage to walk over and greet them formally. Were you watching? You would have been proud of me, so calm and samurai and petrified. He said so stiffly, talking through Tsukku-san, "Lady Kiritsubo and the Lady Sazuko have informed me how you protected my wife's honor and theirs. How you saved her from shame. And them. I thank you, Anjin-san. Please excuse my vile temper of before. I apologize and thank you." Then he bowed to me and went away and I wanted you so much to be there-to know that everything's protected and no one will ever know.