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gods Izanami and Izanagi. Eor a foreigner to dare invade this holy soil is sacrilege, and sacrilege must be washed away with blood.”

She had not raised her voice, but this final utterance was greeted with a ferocious cheer by the samurai, who jumped to their feet, waving their arms and shaking their fists. Sametono was looking at his mother with shining eyes, while Munetoki sat sunk in wonderment. Between the two chief men of her family Taniko turned her head up to the sun, radiating light. The samurai quieted down now and fell to their knees, pressing their foreheads into the beach sand.

Taniko rose and gestured. Immediately one of her retainers came forward leading a white stallion. Jebu was reminded of Hideyori’s ill-fated horse, but this one was calm and stately. A maid brought Taniko a riding cloak of white silk embroidered with silver dragons flying through silver clouds. A guard knelt and offered his cupped hands to help her climb into the high sidesaddle. Another attendant handed her a tall samurai bow and a silver quiver of arrows with pure white feathers. Taniko signalled to Jebu. He stood up in his black-laced armour and strode forward. She handed him the reins with their heavy silver tassels. He was to lead the horse. He smiled up at her and she returned it; theirs were faint smiles that would not reveal too much.

“My honoured son and my esteemed cousin, will you join me in visiting our warriors?” she said to Sametono and Munetoki.

“You mean to show yourself to all the troops, my lady?” Munetoki’s face darkened and his thick moustache bristled.

“I’m sure they will be as inspired as we have been,” said Sametono. “My mother is teaching us an important lesson, my lord Regent. Let us accompany her.”

There was confusion as horses were brought for the Shogun’s party, riders jostled one another for position, and runners were sent ahead to warn the troops stationed along the wall of the exalted visitors’ approach. With Taniko in the lead, followed by Sametono and Munetoki, they set out. The sun was high in the eastern sky, and Taniko was a radiant vision.

Chapter Sixteen

This ride of Taniko’s, Jebu thought, will do more to put heart into the troops and the people than a visit from the Emperor himself. Around the circle of Hakata Bay the samurai who had come here from the sixty-six provinces were falling out in ranks in front of the high stone defence wall. As the Shogun’s party approached the first formations there were hearty cheers. But when the warriors saw Taniko they fell silent, knelt and prostrated themselves.

At Hakozaki, the northernmost town on the harbour, the crews of the kobaya lined up on the piers beside their ships and bowed to the AmaShogun. There were hundreds of the little ships at Hakozaki. Erom this town, nearest the mouth of the harbour, the defenders could strike the Mongol fleet before it even entered Hakata Bay. The old wall that circled the town, built hundreds of years ago against pirates, had been restored and made part of the new defences. Townspeople and samurai lined up on top of the wall and in front of it to watch Taniko pass.

Just outside Hakozaki a shaven-headed man in the saffron robe of a Buddhist monk rushed out of the crowd waving his arms and shouting, “Homage to Amida Buddha! Homage to Amida Buddha!” Jebu tensed, readying himself to draw his short Zinja sword. Arghun might very well use assassins against them, and assassins could disguise themselves as monks. Indeed, he thought grimly, assassins could be monks. But then he realized he had seen this man before. It was the notorious priest Noshin.

In these troubled times, which many called the Latter Days of the Law, with the country ravaged by civil war and now threatened by invasion, many people, especially lower-ranking samurai and common people, sought comfort in new religions. Noshin was one who taught that merely by repeating a certain scriptural verse a person could achieve enlightenment and salvation. He went up and down the country, exhorting large, excited crowds to adopt his simplified version of Buddhism. All the sufferings of the Sunrise Land, he declared, were punishments for its sins, particularly the sins of the nobility, the priesthood and the samurai. He insisted that his was the only true teaching and that all other sects were false and corrupt and should be driven out of the country, by force if necessary. Inevitably, when the land turned its attention to Hakata Bay, Noshin had moved there too, and was now preaching to the troops, leading them in litanies and urging them to defeat the enemy by the purity of their lives and the constant recitation of the prayers he recommended. Some of the samurai found him a noisy bore, but many others became his fervent followers.

Noshin planted himself in front of Taniko and began to harangue her. “Pray, lady, pray constantly to the Buddha. Ask him to forgive your sins. Renounce the falsehoods of the old Buddhist sects and the new Zen mountebanks. Abjure the superstition of Shinto. There is only one true religion. Pray for enlightenment, lady, and you will be saved, and the country will be saved.”

“Thank you, good priest Noshin, for your prayers and for your counsel,” Taniko said in a firm, commanding tone, as if Noshin had said precisely what she wanted to hear. “Please ask the Buddha to grant us victory.” With that she gave her white horse a sharp kick, and Jebu, taking the cue, started walking inexorably forward, holding the horse’s head.

I’ll step on you if you don’t get out of the way, he told Noshin silently. Evidently Noshin realized that any more intrusion into Taniko’s parade would make him look ridiculous, so he backed away, waving his arms and praying. A group of his followers in the crowd took up his chant, their voices growing fainter as Taniko’s party moved on.

“You see, my lady?” said Munetoki in a low, grumbling voice.

“That’s the sort of thing that happens when you appear in public. I’d have given anything to be able to draw my sword and cut down that obnoxious wretch.”

“Please, Cousin,” said Taniko softly with a smile. “You’re speaking of a holy man.”

“Holy men don’t attack other people’s beliefs,” said Munetoki, still angry. “Nor do they publicly lecture the Shogun’s mother. The authorities sent that man into exile once already.”

“And brought him back from exile because there was such a public outcry,” said Taniko. “We cannot afford to make enemies of his followers.”

It was going to take them all day to make the complete circuit of Hakata Bay, and it became apparent that Taniko had no intention of stopping until they reached the south end of the wall. Jebu feared for her.

“My lady,” he said, hoping Sametono and Munetoki would hear him. “Perhaps we could stop and rest at Hakata and resume this ride tomorrow.”

Taniko looked at him with an ironic smile. “Do your feet hurt, Master Jebu? I’ll let you ride, and I’ll lead the horse for a while if you wish.”

“You can’t ride from sunrise to sunset, my lady,” said Munetoki. “It will kill you.”

Taniko fixed him with a steely look. “The enemy fleet will probably be here tomorrow. I have only this day. I must. complete the ride today, Munetokisan.” Munetoki opened his mouth, and she cut him off. “I insist.”

Beyond brief stops, Taniko would permit the party no rest. No one dared complain. If the fragile little Lady Taniko could set herself this ordeal, how could any true samurai say it was too much for him? Every so often Jebu glanced back at her. Her head was high, her back straight. From the way his own legs and feet hurt, he who spent his days in training, he could imagine how her whole body must feel. The only sign of pain he could detect in her was in the tense grip of her hands on the saddle, as if in fear that she might faint and fall off.

The sun travelled slowly across the sky above the bay, the hot sun of the Fifth Month, beating down on them. All along the way the troops cheered and bowed, their faces reflecting the awe and delight they felt at the sight of the famous AmaShogun. She’s right, it is worth it, thought Jebu, looking at those ecstatic faces. And he longed to take her in his arms and tell her.

The ride continued until after sunset. Taniko refused to stop until they reached the very end of the wall. The Shogun’s party had already requisitioned quarters at the small castle of a kenin whose estate was just outside Imazu at the southern end of the wall. The little lord, standing outside his gate, was pop-eyed with pride at being permitted to offer hospitality to the Shogunal party. A group of Taniko’s maids had been sent ahead by carriage to prepare her bedchamber. They rushed out of the central tower of the castle, twittering like birds, as Taniko rode through the gate. In the castle courtyard Jebu turned to Taniko, who closed her eyes and slid from the saddle into his arms. Ignoring the shrieking of the maids, he carried her up the steps of the tower. Jebu’s heart was bursting with love and pride as he looked down at the small figure nestled in his arms. He went where the maids led him, to an airy chamber in the upper levels of the tower, where he laid Taniko gently on a pile of quilts and cushions. He would not sleep at her side tonight. This place was too public. He would sleep like a guardian, at the entrance to her chamber.

After he set her down he whispered, “That was the most magnificent thing I have ever seen anyone do. You deserve to be worshipped as a goddess.”

She opened her eyes, the brown pupils turned towards him, and she smiled wryly. “Don’t blaspheme.”

“I meant only to honour you, my love.”

“I deserve no more honour than any of those men out there, Jebusan. Tomorrow they will fight with all their strength for the Sunrise Land, and many of-them will die. I wanted to give them a vision, something that would signify everything they will be fighting and dying for.” She sighed. “How presumptuous of me.” Her voice trailed off and her eyes closed. Jebu sat back, looking down at her, his eyes wet with tears. He looked up to see Munetoki and Sametono, still in armour, staring down at Taniko.

“If she had been a man, what a Shogun we would have had,” said Munetoki. “I beg your pardon, your lordship.”

Sametono said, “Don’t beg my pardon. You’re quite right. It is unfortunate that she is a woman and therefore subject to women’s weaknesses.” He looked at Jebu with troubled eyes. He seemed to want to say more, but shook his head at last and went away with Munetoki, closing the shoji behind them.

Jebu undressed himself and carefully arranged his weapons and armour in a corner of the room. He unrolled a futon across the entrance to the room, set his Zinja sword beside it and lay down. A numbness rushed up from the soles of his feet through his muscles and bones, rendering him unconscious in moments. He had only time to be grateful that the long walk from Hakozaki to Imagu had so exhausted him that he would sleep in spite of the prospect of battle tomorrow.

“Shik�� Jebu, wake up. Wake up.” He felt as if he had not slept at all. His entire body ached. What had happened to him? Not in years had anyone been able to approach him while he slept without waking him up. I’m getting old, he

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