Part 5 (1/2)

”About the second half of the Snake,” he replied.

”Have the men eaten?”

”I gave orders to eat quickly while we were halted.”

”Then we can move on right away. Start the men now; I'll ride back and tell the captains and my wife. I'll join you when I've spoken to them.”

He turned his horse's head, but before he moved off he gazed briefly at the sky, the forest, and the valley.

”It's a beautiful day,” he said quietly.

I knew what he meant: a good day to die. But neither he nor I was destined to die that day, though many others were.

I cantered back along the line of resting men, giving the orders to move on and telling their leaders our plan. They got to their feet eagerly, especially when I told them who our main enemy was; they shouted mightily at the prospect of punis.h.i.+ng the Tohan for the defeat at Yaegahara, the loss of Yamagata, and the years of oppression.

Kaede and the other women were waiting in a small grove of trees, Amano as usual with them.

”We are going into battle,” I said to Kaede. ”Iida Nariaki's army crossed the border ahead of us. Kahei has ridden around the side of them, where we hope he will meet up with his brother and Sugita. Amano will take you into the forest, where you must stay until I come for you.”

Amano bowed his head. Kaede looked as if she were going to speak, but then she, too, inclined her head. ”May the All-Merciful One be with you,” she whispered, her eyes on my face. She leaned forward slightly and said, ”One day I will ride into battle beside you!”

'If I know you are safe, I can give all my concentration to the nght,” I replied. ”Besides, you must protect the records.”

”A battlefield is no place for a woman!” Manami said, her face drawn with anxiety.

”No,” Kaede replied, ”I would only be in the way. But how I wish I had been born a man!”

Her fierceness made me laugh. ”Tonight we will sleep in Maruyama!” I told her.

I kept the image of her vivid, courageous face in my mind all day. Before we left the temple, Kaede and Manami had made banners of the Otori heron, the white river of the s.h.i.+rakawa, and the hill of the Maruyama, and we unfurled them now as we rode through the valley. Even though we were going into battle, I still checked out the state of the countryside. The fields looked fertile enough, and should already have been flooded and planted, but the dikes were broken and the channels clogged with weeds and mud.

Apart from the signs of neglect, the army ahead of us had stripped the land and farms of whatever they could find. Children cried by the roadside, houses burned, and here and there dead men lay, killed casually, for no reason, their bodies left where they'd fallen.

From time to time when we pa.s.sed a farm or hamlet, the surviving men and boys came out to question us. Once they learned that we were pursuing the Tohan and that I would allow them to fight, they joined us eagerly, swelling our ranks by about a hundred.

About two hours later, when it was well past noon, maybe coming into the hour of the Goat, I heard from ahead the sounds I had been listening for: the clash of steel, the whinnying of horses, the shouts of battle, the cries of the wounded. I made a sign to Makoto and he gave the order to halt.

Shun stood still, ears p.r.i.c.ked forward, listening as attentively as I did. He did not whinny in response, as though he knew the need for silence. ”Sugita must have met them here, as the boy said,” Makoto murmured. ”But can Kahei have reached him already?”

”Whoever it is, it is a major battle,” I replied.

The road ahead disappeared downhill into the ravine. The tops of the trees waved their new green leaves in the spring suns.h.i.+ne. The noise of battle was not so great that I could not also hear birdsong.

”The bannermen will ride forward with me,” I said.

”You should not go ahead. Stay in the center, where it is safer. You will be too easy a target for bowmen.”

”It is my war,” I replied. ”It's only right that I should be the first to engage in it.” The words may have sounded calm and measured; in truth I was tense, anxious to begin the fight and anxious to end it.

”Yes, it is your war, and every one of us is in it because of you. All the more reason for us to try and preserve you!”

I turned my horse and faced the men. I felt a surge of regret for those who would die, but at least I had given them the chance to die like men, to fight for their land and families. I called to the bannermen and they rode forward, the banners streaming in the breeze. I looked at the white heron and prayed to s.h.i.+geru's spirit. I felt it possess me, sliding beneath my skin, aligning itself with my sinews and bones. I drew Jato and the blade flashed in the sun. The men responded with shouts and cheers.

I turned Shun and put him into a canter. He went forward calmly and eagerly, as though we were riding together through a meadow. The horse to my left was overexcited, pulling against the bit and trying to buck. I could feel all the muscular tension in the rider's body as he controlled the horse with one hand while keeping the banner erect in the other.

The road darkened as it descended between the trees. The surface worsened, as Hiros.h.i.+ had predicted, the soft, muddy sand giving way to rocks, then boulders, with many potholes gouged out by the recent floods. The road itself would have turned into a river every time it rained.

We slowed to a trot. Above all the sounds of battle I could hear the real river. Ahead of us a bright gap in the foliage showed where the road emerged from under the trees to run along its bank for a few hundred feet before the ford. Silhouetted against the brightness were dark shapes, like the shadows against paper screens that amuse children, writhing and clas.h.i.+ng in the contortions of slaughter.

I had thought to use bowmen first, but as soon as I saw the conflict ahead I realized they would kill as many allies as enemies. Sugita's men had driven the invading army back from the plain and were pus.h.i.+ng them foot by foot along the river. Even as we approached, some were trying to break ranks and flee; they saw us and ran back in the other direction, shouting to alert their commanders.

Makoto had raised the conch sh.e.l.l and now blew into it, its haunting, eerie note echoing from the wall of the ravine on the far side of the river. Then the echo itself was echoed as a reply came from way ahead, too far away for us to see the man blowing it. There was a moment of stillness, the moment before the wave breaks, and then we were among them and the fight had begun.

Only the chroniclers writing afterward can tell you what happens in battle, and then they usually tell only the tale of the victor. There is no way of knowing when you are locked in the midst of it which way the fighting is going. Even if you could see it from above, with eagle's eyes, all you would see would be a quilt of pulsating color, crests and banners, blood and steel-beautiful and nightmarish. All men on the battlefield go mad: How else could we do the things we do and bear to see the things we see?

I realized immediately that our skirrmsh with the bandits had been nothing. These were the hardened troops of theTohan and the Seishuu, well armed, ferocious, cunning. They saw the heron crest and knew at once who was at their rear.To revenge lick Sadamu by killing me was the instant goal of half their army. Makoto had been being sensible when hed suggested I stay protected in the center. Id fought off three warriors, saved from the third only by Shuns sense of timing, before my friend caught up with me. Wielding his staff like a lance, he caught a fourth man under the chin, knocking him from the saddle. One of our farmers leaped on the fallen warrior and severed his head with his sickle.

I urged Shun forward. He seemed instinctively to find a path through the crush, always turning at the right moment to give me the advantage. And Jato leaped in my hand, as s.h.i.+geru had once said it would, until it streamed with blood from the point to the hilt.

There was a thick knot of men around Makoto and me as we fought side by side, and I became aware of another similar cl.u.s.ter ahead. I could see the Tohan banner fluttering above it. The two cl.u.s.ters surged and swirled as men rose and fell around them, until they were so close I could see my counterpart in the center of the other.

I felt a rush of recognition. This man wore black armor with a horned helmet, the same as Iida Sadamu had worn when I had looked up at him from beneath his horses feet in Mino. Across his breast gleamed a string of gold prayer beads. Our eyes met above the sea of struggling men, and Nariaki gave a shout of rage. Wrenching at his horse's head and urging it forward, he broke through the protective circle around him and rode at me.

”OtoriTakeo is mine!” he yelled. ”Let no one touch him but me!” As he repeated this over and over again, the men attacking me fell back a little and we found ourselves face to face a few paces apart.

I make it sound as if there was time to think it all through, but in reality there was none. These scenes return to me in flashes. He was in front of me; he shouted again insultingly, but I barely heard the words. He dropped the reins on his horse's neck and lifted his sword with both hands. His horse was bigger than Shun, and he, like Iida, much larger than me. I was watching the sword for the moment it began to move, and Shun was watching it too.

The blade flashed. Shun jumped sideways and the sword hit only air. The impetus of the huge blow dislodged the rider momentarily. As he fell awkwardly against his horse's neck, it bucked, enough to unseat him further. He had to either fall or drop his sword. Sliding his feet free of the stirrups, he held the horse's mane with one hand and with surprising agility swung himself to the ground. He fell onto his knees but still held the sword. Then he leaped to his feet and in the same movement rushed at me with a stroke that would have taken off my leg, if Shun had stood still long enough for it to connect. My men pressed forward and could easily have overcome him. ”Stay back!” I shouted. I was determined now to kill him myself. I was possessed by fury like nothing I had ever known, as different from the cold murders of the Tribe as day is from night. I let the reins fall and leaped from Shuns back. I heard him snort behind me and knew he would stand as still as a rock until I needed him again.

I stood facing Iida's cousin as I'd wished I'd faced Iida himself. I knew Nariaki despised me, and with reason: I did not have his training or his skills, but in his scorn I saw his weakness. He rushed forward, the sword whirling: His plan was to try to cut me down with his longer reach. I suddenly saw myself in the hall at Terayama, practicing with Matsuda. I saw Kaede's image as I had seen it then; she was my life and my strength. Tonight we will sleep in Maruyama Tonight we will sleep in Maruyama, I promised her again, and the same move came to me.

Black blood, I thought; maybe I even shouted it aloud to Nariaki. You have it and I have it. We are of the same cla.s.s You have it and I have it. We are of the same cla.s.s. I felt s.h.i.+geru's hand within my own. And then Jato bit home and Iida Nanaki's red blood was spraying my face.

As he fell forward onto his knees Jato struck again, and his head bounced at my feet, his eyes still full of fury, his lips snarling.

That scene remains engraved in my memory, but little else does.

There was no time to feel fear, no time to think at all. The moves I'd been taught by s.h.i.+geru and by Matsuda came to my sword through my arm but not by my conscious will. Once Nariaki was dead, I turned to Shun. Blinking the sweat from my eyes, I saw Jo-An at his head; the outcast held my enemy's horse too.

”Get them out of the way,” I shouted. Hiros.h.i.+ had been right about the terrain. As the Tohan and Seishuu troops were driven back and we advanced, the crush intensified. Terrified horses stumbled in holes, breaking their legs, or were forced up against boulders, unable to go forward or back, panicking.

Jo-An scrambled like a monkey onto Shun's back and forced his way through the milling men. From time to time I was aware of him, moving through the fray, taking riderless, panic-stricken animals to the forest. As he'd said, there are many tasks in a battle besides killing. Soon I could see the Otori and Maruyama banners ahead of us, and I saw the Miyos.h.i.+ crest too. The army between us was trapped. They continued to fight savagely, but they had no way out and no hope.

I don't think one of them escaped alive. The river foamed red with their blood. After it was all over and silence had descended, the outcasts took care of the bodies and laid them out in rows. When we met up with Sugita we walked along the lines of the dead, and he was able to identify many of them. Jo-An and his men had already taken charge of dozens of horses. Now they stripped the dead of their weapons and armor and arranged to burn the corpses.

The day had pa.s.sed without my noticing time. It must have been the Hour of the Dog; the battle had lasted five or six hours. Our armies had been roughly equal: a little under two thousand men on each side. But the Tohan had lost all of theirs, while we had less than a hundred dead and two hundred wounded.