Kiyama pondered this. "In eighteen days Toranaga must be here. He could delay at the border for at the most another four days. She would have to be held for a week at the most."
"Or forever," Ochiba said. "Toranaga's delayed so much, I sometimes think he'll never come."
"He has to by the twenty-second day," Ishido said. "Ah, Lady, that was a brilliant, brilliant idea. "
"Surely that was your idea, Lord General?" Ochiba's voice was soothing though she was very tired from a sleepless night. "What about Lord Sudara and my sister? Are they with Toranaga now?"
"No, Lady. Not yet. They will be brought here by sea."
"She is not to be touched," Ochiba said. "Or her child."
"Her child is direct heir of Toranaga, who's heir to the Minowaras. My duty to the Heir, Lady, makes me point this out again."
"My sister is not to be touched. Nor is her son."
"As you wish."
She said to Kiyama, "Sire, how good a Christian is Mariko-san?"
"Pure," Kiyama replied at once. "You mean about suicide being a sin? I - I think she would honor that or her eternal soul is forfeit, Lady. But I don't know if..."
"Then there's a simpler solution," Ishido said without thinking.
"Command the High Priest of the Christians to order her to stop harassing the legal rulers of the Empire!"
"He doesn't have the power," Kiyama said. Then he added, his voice even more barbed, "That's political interference - something you've always been bitterly against, and rightly."
"It seems Christians interfere only when it suits them," Ishido said. "It was only a suggestion."
The inner door opened and a doctor stood there. His face was grave and exhaustion aged him. "So sorry, Lady, she's asking for you."
"Is she dying?" Ishido asked.
"She's near death, Lord General, yes, but when, I don't know."
Ochiba hurried across the large room and through the inner door, her blue kimono clinging, the skirts swaying gracefully. Both men watched her. The door closed. For a moment the two men avoided each other's eyes, then Kiyama said, "You really think Lady Toda could be captured?"
"Yes," Ishido told him, watching the door.
Ochiba crossed this even more opulent room and knelt beside the futons. Maids and doctors surrounded them. Sunlight seeped through the bamboo shutters and skittered off the gold and red inlaid carvings of the beams and posts and doors. Yodoko's bed was surrounded by decorative inlaid screens. She seemed to be sleeping, her bloodless face settled within the hood of her Buddhist robe, her wrists thin, the veins knotted, and Ochiba thought how sad it was to become old. Age was so unfair to women. Not to men, only to women. Gods protect me from old age, she prayed. Buddha protect my son and put him safely into power and protect me only as long as I'm capable of protecting him and helping him.
She took Yodoko's hand, honoring her. "Lady?"
"O-chan?" Yodoko whispered, using her nickname.
"Yes, Lady?"
"Ah, how pretty you are, so pretty, you always were." The hand went up and caressed the beautiful hair and Ochiba was not offended by the touch but pleased as always, liking her greatly. "So young and beautiful and sweet-smelling. How lucky the Taiko was."
"Are you in pain, Lady? Can I get you something?"
"Nothing - nothing, I just wanted to talk." The old eyes were sunken but had lost none of their shrewdness. "Send the others away."
Ochiba motioned them to leave and when they were alone she said, "Yes, Lady?"
"Listen, my darling, make the Lord General let her go."
"He can't, Lady, or all the other hostages will leave and we'll lose strength. The Regents all agree," Ochiba said.
"Regents!" Yodoko said with a thread of scorn. "Do you agree?"
"Yes, Lady, and last night you said she was not to go."
"Now you must let her go or others will follow her seppuku and you and our son will be befouled because of Ishido's mistake."
"The Lord General's loyal, Lady. Toranaga isn't, so sorry."
"You can trust Lord Toranaga - not him."
Ochiba shook her head. "So sorry, but I'm convinced Toranaga's committed to become Shogun and will destroy our son."
"You're wrong. He's said it a thousand times. Other daimyos are trying to use him for their own ambitions. They always have. Toranaga was the Taiko's favorite. Toranaga has always honored the Heir. Toranaga's Minowara. Don't be swayed by Ishido, or the Regents. They've their own karmas, their own secrets, O-chan. Why not let her go? It's all so simple. Forbid her the sea, then she can always be delayed somewhere inside our borders. She's still in your General's net, and Kiri and all the others, neh? She'll be surrounded by Grays. Think like the Taiko would or like Toranaga would. You and our son are being pulled into..." The words trailed off and her eyelids began to flutter. The old lady gathered her remaining strength and continued, "Mariko-san could never object to guards. I know she means what she says. Let her go."
"Of course that was considered, Lady," Ochiba said, her voice gentle and patient, "but outside the castle Toranaga has secret bands of samurai, hidden in and around Osaka, we don't know how many, and he has allies - we're not sure who. She might escape. Once she goes, all the others would follow her at once and we'd lose a great security. You agreed, Yodoko-chan, don't you remember? So sorry, but I asked you last night, don't you remember?"
"Yes, I remember, child," Yodoko said, her mind wandering. "Oh, how I wish the Lord Taiko were here again to guide you." The old lady's breathing was becoming labored.
"Can I give you some cha or sake?"
"Cha, yes please, some cha."
She helped the old one to drink. "Thank you, child." The voice was feebler now, the strain of conversation speeding the dying. "Listen, child, you must trust Toranaga. Marry him, barter with him for the succession."
"No - no," Ochiba said, shocked.
"Yaemon could rule after him, then the fruit of your new marriage after our son. The sons of our son will honorably swear eternal fidelity to this new Toranaga line."
"Toranaga's always hated the Taiko. You know that, Lady. Toranaga is the source of all the trouble. For years, neh? Him!"
"And you? What about your pride, child?"
"He's the enemy, our enemy."
"You've two enemies, child. Your pride and the need to have a man to compare to our husband. Please be patient with me, you're young and beautiful and fruitful and deserve a husband. Toranaga's worthy of you, you of him. Toranaga is the only chance Yaemon has."
"No, he's the enemy."