Brilliance Of The Moon Part 6

"You see everything! You know everything about me! Are you sure you're not a fox spirit?" She wondered if he had discerned her affair with Is.h.i.+da and prayed he would not speak of it. "I have Tribe blood in my veins too," he returned. "If I am far from Takeo, I will not be torn two ways," she said. "The same goes for you." She walked on for a while in silence and then spoke abruptly. "I suppose I do pity him."

"Yet, people say you are ruthless." His voice had recovered its hint of mockery.

"I can still be moved by suffering. Not the sort people bring on themselves through their own stupidity, but the suffering that is inflicted by fate."

The slope steepened and she felt her breath catch. She did not speak until it lessened again, but she was thinking of the threads that bound her life with Takeo and Kaede, and with the destiny of the Otori.

There was room on the path now for two, and Kondo came up alongside her.

"Takeo's upbringing among the Hidden, his adoption into the warrior cla.s.s by s.h.i.+geru, and the demands of the Tribe seem irreconcilable elements in his life," s.h.i.+zuka said finally. "They will tear him apart. And now this marriage will arouse more hostility against him."

"I don't suppose he'll live for long. Sooner or later someone will catch up with him."

"You never know," she replied, pretending a lightness she did not feel. "Perhaps it would not be possible for me, or anyone else, to kill him-because we would never get near him."

"Two attempts were made on his way to Terayama," Kondo said. "They both failed and three men died."

"You did not tell me that!"

"I suppose I didn't want to alarm Lady s.h.i.+rakawa and make her ill again. But with every death the rage against him grows stronger. It's not a way I would like to live."

No, s.h.i.+zuka thought, nor would any of us. We would like to live without intrigue and suspicion. We would like to sleep deeply at night, not listening for every unfamiliar sound, fearing the knife through the floor, the poison in the meal, the unseen archer in the forest. At least for a few weeks I can feel safe in the secret village nor would any of us. We would like to live without intrigue and suspicion. We would like to sleep deeply at night, not listening for every unfamiliar sound, fearing the knife through the floor, the poison in the meal, the unseen archer in the forest. At least for a few weeks I can feel safe in the secret village.

The sun was beginning to set, sending brilliant rays between the cedars and turning their trunks black. The light spilled extravagantly across the forest floor. For the last few minutes s.h.i.+zuka had been aware that someone was following them.

It must he the children, she thought, and remembered with a flash of clarity how she had honed her own skills as a child in this very area. She knew every rock, every tree, every contour of the land. "Zenko! Taku!" she called. "Is that you?"

One stifled giggle was the only reply. She thought she heard footsteps; loose rocks fell somewhere in the distance. The children were taking the quick way home, running up the ridge and down again while she and Kondo followed the winding path. She smiled and tried to shake off her dark mood. She had her sons; she would do whatever seemed best for them. And she would follow her grandparents' advice. Whatever they told her to do, she would do. There was a certain comfort in obedience, and, as Kondo said, it meant everything to the Tribe. Again, she tried not to think of her own deep disobedience in the past and hoped it would remain buried with the dead.

They left the main path and, clambering over a pile of boulders, followed a smaller one that wound through a craggy ravine. At the far end it made one more twist and began to descend into the valley. s.h.i.+zuka stopped for a moment; the view never failed to enchant her, the hidden valley in the middle of the rugged mountain country was so surprising. Through the slight haze made up of mist rising from the stream and smoke from hearth fires they could look down on the small collection of buildings, but by the time they had followed the path through the fields the houses stood above them, protected by a strong wooden wall.

The gate, however, was open, and the men guarding it greeted s.h.i.+zuka cheerfully.

"Hey! Welcome home!"

"Is this how you greet visitors now? Very casual; suppose I was a spy?"

"Your sons already told us you were coming," one of the guards replied. "They saw you on the mountain."

A sweet relief ran through her. She had not realized until this moment the depth of her constant anxiety for them. But they were alive and healthy.

"This is Kondo-" She broke off, realizing she did not know his given name.

"Kondo Kiichi," he said. "My father was Kuroda Tetsuo."

The guards' eyes narrowed as they registered the name, placed him in the Tribe hierarchy, and summed him up by appearance as well as by history. They were cousins or nephews of hers: She had grown up with them, spending months on end with her grandparents, sent there for training while she was still a child. When they were boys she had competed with them, studied and outwitted them. Then her life had led her back to k.u.mamoto and to Arai.

"Be careful of s.h.i.+zuka!" one of them now warned Kondo. "I'd sooner sleep with a viper."

"You've got more chance," she retorted.

Kondo said nothing but glanced at her, one eyebrow raised, as they walked on.

From outside, the village buildings looked like ordinary farmhouses, with steep-pitched thatch roofs and faded cedar beams. Farming tools, firewood, sacks of rice, and reed stalks were all stacked away neatly in the sheds at the ends of the buildings. The outer windows were barred with wooden slats and the steps were made from rough-hewn mountain stone. But, within, the houses held many secrets: hidden pa.s.sageways and entrances, tunnels and cellars, false cupboards and floors, which could conceal the whole community if necessary. Few knew of the existence of this secret village, and even fewer found their way here; yet the Muto family were always ready for attack. And here they trained their children in the ancient traditions of the Tribe.

s.h.i.+zuka felt an involuntary thrill at the memory of it. Her heartbeat quickened. Nothing since then, not even the fight at Inuyama Castle, came anywhere near the intense excitement of those childhood games.

The main house lay in the center of the village, and at its entrance her family were already waiting to greet her: her grandfather with her two sons and, to her surprise and pleasure, next to the old man, her uncle, Muto Kenji.

"Grandfather, Uncle," she greeted them demurely, and was about to introduce Kondo when the younger boy ran to her excitedly and threw his arms round her waist.

"Taku!" his older brother rebuked him, and then said, "Welcome, Mother. It's been such a long time since we saw you."

"Come here and let me look at you," she said, delighted by their appearance. They had both grown and had lost their childhood chub-biness. Zenko had turned twelve at the beginning of the year, and Taku ten. Even the younger boy had strength and hardness in his muscles, and they both had direct, fearless eyes.

"He is growing like his father," Kenji said, clapping Zenko on the shoulder.

It was true, s.h.i.+zuka thought, gazing on her older son. He was the image of Arai.Taku, she thought, had more of a Muto look, and he, unlike his brother, bore the straight line of his Kikuta relatives across his palms. The sharp hearing and other skills might already be manifesting themselves. But she would find out more about that sort of thing later.

Kondo, meanwhile, had knelt before the two Muto masters, telling them his name and parentage.

"He is the one who saved my life," s.h.i.+zuka said. "You may have heard: There was an attempt to murder me."

"You are not the only one," Kenji said, catching her eye as if to silence her, and indeed, she did not want to say too much in front of the boys. "We'll talk about it later. I'm glad to see you."

A maid came with water to wash the dust from the travelers' feet.

s.h.i.+zuka's grandfather said to Kondo, "You are very welcome, and we are deeply grateful to you. We met a long time ago; you were only a child, you probably don't remember. Please, come and eat."

As Kondo followed the old man inside, Kenji murmured to s.h.i.+zuka, "But what has happened? Why are you here? Is Lady s.h.i.+rakawa all right?"

"Nothing has changed your fondness for her, I see," s.h.i.+zuka replied. "She has joined Takeo in Terayama. I expect they will marry soon- against all my advice, I might add. It is a disaster for them both."

Kenji sighed quietly. She thought she saw a slight smile on his face. "A disaster, probably," he said, "but one ordained by fate."

They stepped inside the house. Taku had run ahead to tell his great-grandmother to bring wine and cups, but Zenko walked quietly next to Kondo.

"Thank you for saving my mother's life, sir," he said formally. "I am in your debt."

"I hope we will get to know each other and be friends," Kondo replied. "Do you like hunting? Maybe you can take me out on the mountain. I've eaten no meat for months."

The boy smiled and nodded. "Sometimes we use traps and, later in the year, falcons. I hope you will still be here then."

He is a man already, s.h.i.+zuka thought. If only I could protect him... if only they both could stay children forever If only I could protect him... if only they both could stay children forever.

Her grandmother came with the wine. s.h.i.+zuka took it from her and served the men. Then she went with the old woman to the kitchen, breathing in deeply, savoring all the familiar smells. The maids, cousins of hers, welcomed her with delight. She wanted to help with the food as she always had, but they would not let her.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow," her grandmother said. "Tonight you can be the honored guest."

s.h.i.+zuka sat on the edge of the wooden step that led from the earthen-floored kitchen to the main part of the house. She could hear the murmur of the men talking, the higher voices of the boys, Zenko's already breaking.

"Let's drink a cup together," her grandmother said, chuckling. "We didn't expect you, but you're all the more welcome for that. What a jewel, isn't she?" she appealed to the maids, who readily agreed.

"s.h.i.+zuka is prettier than ever," Kana said. "More like the boys' sister than their mother."

"And she's got a good-looking man in tow as usual." Miyabi laughed. "Did he really save your life? It's like something out of a story."

s.h.i.+zuka smiled and drank the wine in a gulp, happy for the moment to be home, listening to the sibilant dialect of her relatives as they pressed her for gossip and news.

"They say Lady s.h.i.+rakawa is the most beautiful woman in the Three Countries," Kana said. "Is it true?"

s.h.i.+zuka downed another cup, feeling the warmth of the wine hit her stomach and send its cheerful message through her body.

"You've no idea how beautiful," she replied. "You say I'm pretty. Well, men look at me and want to sleep with me, but they look at s.h.i.+rakawa Kaede and despair. They can't bear the fact that such beauty exists and they will never possess it. I tell you, I was far prouder of her looks than of my own."

"They say she bewitches people," Miyabi said, "and whoever desires her dies."

"She's bewitched your uncle," the old woman cackled. "You should hear him talk about her."

"Why did you leave her?" Kana asked, deftly dropping vegetables sliced as thin as paper into the steamer.

"She's been bewitched herself by love. She's joined Otori Takeo, the Kikuta boy who's caused so much trouble. They are determined to marry. He sent me and Kondo away because the Kikuta have issued an edict against him."

Kana yelped as she steamed her fingers by mistake. "Ah, what a shame," Miyabi sighed. "They're both doomed, then."

"What do you expect?" s.h.i.+zuka retorted. "You know the punishment for disobedience." But the corners of her own eyes grew hot as if she were about to weep.

"Come, come," her grandmother said. She seemed more gentle than s.h.i.+zuka remembered. "You've had a long journey. You're tired. Eat and get your strength back. Kenji will want to talk to you tonight." Kana spooned rice from the cooking pot into a bowl and heaped vegetables on top of it. They were the spring vegetables of the mountain, burdock, fern shoots, and wild mushrooms. s.h.i.+zuka ate where she was, sitting on the step, as she so often had when she was a child. Miyabi asked delicately, "I have to prepare the beds, but... where is the visitor to sleep?"

"He can go with the men," s.h.i.+zuka replied through a mouthful of rice. "I will be up till late with my uncle."

If they slept together in her family home, it would be as good as announcing their marriage. She was not sure yet; she would do nothing without seeking Kenji's advice.

Her grandmother patted her on the hand, her eyes bright and happy, and poured them both another cup of wine. When the rest of the meal was ready and the girls had taken the trays of food to the men, the old woman got to her feet.

"Take a walk with me. I want to go to the shrine. I'll make an offering in thanks for your safe return."

She took rice b.a.l.l.s, wrapped in a cloth, and a small flask of wine. Next to s.h.i.+zuka she seemed to have shrunk, and she walked more slowly, grateful for her granddaughter's arm to lean on.

Night had fallen. Most people were inside, eating the evening meal or preparing for sleep. A dog barked at the door of one house and bounded toward them but was called back by a woman, who then shouted a greeting to them.

From the thick grove that surrounded the shrine, owls were hooting, and s.h.i.+zuka's sharp ears caught the high squeaking of bats.

"Can you still hear them?" her grandmother said, peering at the fleeting shapes. "And I can barely see them! That's the Kikuta in you."

"My hearing is nothing special," s.h.i.+zuka said. "I wish it were." A stream ran through the grove, and fireflies glowed along the bank. The gates loomed before them, vermilion red in the faint light. They pa.s.sed beneath them and washed their hands and rinsed their mouths at the fountain. The cistern was of blue-black stone, and a dragon forged from iron kept guard over it. The mountain spring water was icy cold and pure.

Lamps burned in front of the shrine, but it seemed deserted. The old woman placed her offerings on the wooden pedestal in front of the statue of Hachiman, the G.o.d of war. She bowed twice, clapped her hands three times, and repeated this ritual three times. s.h.i.+zuka did the same and found herself praying for the G.o.d's protection, not for herself or for her family, but for Kaede and Takeo in the wars that would certainly engulf them. She was almost ashamed of herself and was glad no one could read her thoughts-no one but the G.o.d himself.

Her grandmother stood staring upward. Her face seemed as ancient as the carved statue and as full of numinous power. s.h.i.+zuka felt her strength and her endurance, and was moved by love and reverence for her. She was glad she had come home. The old people had the wisdom of generations; maybe some of that wisdom would be transferred to her.

They remained motionless for a few moments, and then there was a bustle of sound, a door sliding open, footsteps on the veranda. The shrine priest came toward them, already in his evening clothes.

"I didn't expect anyone so late," he said. "Come and drink a cup of tea with us."

"My granddaughter is back."

"Ah, s.h.i.+zuka! It's been a long time. Welcome home."

They sat with the priest and his wife for a while, chatting casually, catching up with the gossip of the village. Then her grandmother said, "Kenji will be ready for you now. We must not keep him waiting."

They walked back between the darkened houses, now mostly silent. People slept early at this time of year and rose early to start the spring work, preparing the fields and planting. s.h.i.+zuka recalled the days she had spent as a young woman, ankle-deep in the rice fields, planting the seedlings, sharing her youth and fertility with them, while traditional songs were chanted by the older women on the banks. Was she too old to take part in the spring planting now?

If she married Kondo, would she be too old to have another child?

The girls were cleaning up the kitchen and scouring the dishes when they returned. Taku was sitting where s.h.i.+zuka had sat earlier, his eyes closing, his head nodding.

"He has a message for you." Miyabi laughed. "Wouldn't give it to anyone but you!"

s.h.i.+zuka sat down beside him and tickled his cheek. "Messengers can't fall asleep," she teased.

"Uncle Kenji is ready to talk to you now," Taku said importantly, and then spoiled the effect by yawning. "He's in the living room with Grandfather, and everyone else has gone to bed."

"Where you should be," s.h.i.+zuka said, pulling him into her arms. She hugged him tightly and he relaxed against her like a little boy, nuzzling his head into her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. After a few moments he began to wriggle and said in a m.u.f.fled voice, "Don't keep Uncle Kenji waiting, Mother."

She laughed and released him. "Go to bed."

"Will you still be here in the morning?" He yawned again.

"Of course!"

He gave her a sweet smile. "I'll show you everything I've learned since I last saw you."

"Your mother will be astonished," Miyabi said.

s.h.i.+zuka walked with her younger son to the women's room, where he still slept. Tonight she would have him next to her, hear his childish breathing through the night, and wake in the morning to see the relaxed limbs and the tousled hair. She had missed that so much.

Zenko slept in the men's room now; she could hear his voice questioning Kondo about the battle of Kus.h.i.+moto, where he had fought with Arai. She heard the note of pride in the boy's voice when he mentioned his father's name. How much did he know of Aral's campaign against the Tribe, of his attempt on her life?

What will happen to them? she thought. Will their mixed blood he as destructive to them as Takeo's Will their mixed blood he as destructive to them as Takeo's?

She said good night to Taku, walked through the room, and slid the door open to the next room, where her uncle and grandfather sat waiting for her. She knelt before them, touching her brow to the matting. Kenji smiled and nodded, saying nothing. He looked at his father and raised his eyebrows.

"Well, well," the old man said. "I must leave you two together." As s.h.i.+zuka helped him to his feet, she was struck by how much he, too, had aged. She walked with him to the door, where Kana was waiting to help him get ready for bed.

"Good night, child," he said. "What a relief it is to have you here in safety in these dark days. But how long will we be safe anywhere?"

"Surely he's being overly pessimistic," she said to her uncle as she returned. "Aral's rage will subside. He'll realize realize he cannot eradicate the Tribe and that he needs spies like any other warlord. He'll come to terms with us." he cannot eradicate the Tribe and that he needs spies like any other warlord. He'll come to terms with us."