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Fujiko-noh-Anjin was no mistress to trifle with.
Damn right she’s not
Fujiko and her maid bowed warmly, hating him.
Be thou, now, a rock against which the waves of life rush in vain . . .
“Now I must leave thee,” Mariko was saying in Latin. “Let us leave together.” “I beg thee stay. For thy honor and hers. And mine, Anjin-san.” “I do not want this thy gift,” he said. “I want thee.” “I am thine, believe it, Anjin-san. Please stay, I beg thee, and know that tonight I am thine.”
Heaven on earth is here.
He bowed with just the right amount of carelessness, strode off arrogantly as a samurai of quality would. Then, because he had treated her very correctly, and to repay Omi for the unnecessary coldness in his bow, instead of going back into her house at once, she stayed where she was and looked after the Anjin-san to give him greater honor. She waited until he was at the last corner. She saw him look back. He waved once. She bowed very low, now delighted with the attention in the square, pretending not to notice it. And only when he was truly gone did she walk back. With pride and with great
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“On a withered branch The tempest fell . . . Dark summer’s tears.”
“On a withered branch The snow listened . . . Winter’s silence.
“But I think you did, so all your lands are forfeit. Please slit your belly today. Before noon.”
Toranaga not playing around
“Virtuous men throughout history have always decried bawdy houses and Pillow Places, but men aren’t virtuous and if a leader outlaws houses and pillowing he’s a fool because greater evils will soon erupt like a plague of boils.”
I will continue to wait patiently and one day those two usurpers inside will make a mistake and then they will be gone and somehow Osaka Castle will be gone, just another dream within a dream, and the real prize of the Great Game that began as soon as I could think, which became possible the moment the Taikō died, the real prize will be won: the Shōgunate
GET. THAT. BAG. YOSHI.
That’s what I’ve fought for and planned for all my life. I, alone, am heir to the realm. I will be Shōgun. And I have started a dynasty.
Kogo, the goshawk, fluttered on his wrist and settled herself, watching him. Toranaga smiled at her. I did not choose to be what I am. It is my karma.
Karma, neh?
