"A possibility, one of many," Yoshi said patiently, knowing he needed allies in the coming struggle. "We must use guile and silken threads and their own weakness against them, not war-- until we can equalize their fleets."

"Until then?" Adachi spluttered. The rotund little man was the richest of them all and his Toranaga blood line equal to Yoshi's.

"You really believe we have to deal with these dogs until we have fleets to match theirs?"

"Or enough big cannon to keep them off our shores. We only need a sack or two of gold and they will trample over themselves to sell us the means to blow them out of our water." Yoshi's brow darkened. "I heard a rumor that some Choshu emissaries are already trying to buy rifles from them."

"Those dogs!" Toyama spat with rage.

"Always Choshu. The sooner we put them down the better."

"And Satsuma," Anjo muttered to general agreement and looked at Yoshi. "And others!"

Yoshi pretended not to understand what his adversary implied. Never mind, he thought, the day is coming.

"We can deal with all enemies, one at a time--not together."

Toyama said gruffly, "I vote we order all friendly daimyos to increase taxes at once and arm. I begin tomorrow."

""Advise" is a better word," Adachi said carefully, and drained his teacup. Delicate flowers decorated the lacquered trays that had been set in front of all of them. He stifled a yawn, bored and anxious to go back to bed.

"Please go on with your plan, Yoshi-dono, until we know all the details, how can we vote on it?"

"The morning of the meeting Anjo-sama will unfortunately be taken ill, oh so sorry. As the whole roju is not present, we will be unable to make any binding decisions, but we will listen and try to reach a compromise. If we cannot compromise then we will, with suitable deference, agree to "submit their desires to the full Council as soon as possible"--and delay and delay to drive them mad so they make a mistake, not us."

"Why should they agree to another delay?"

Anjo asked, glad that he would not have to be nose to nose with gai-jin, distrusting Yoshi, and wondering where the trick was.

"The dogs have proved they would rather talk than fight, they are cowards," Yoshi was saying.

"Though they could easily dominate us, it is clear they don't have the stomach for it."

"What if they do not agree and this insolent Inger'ish ape makes good his threat and leaves for Kyoto? What then? We cannot allow that, under any circumstances!"

"I agree," Yoshi said with great finality and everyone tensed. "That means war--a war we must eventually lose."

Toyama said instantly, "Better to war as men than become slaves like the Chinese, Indians and all other barbarian tribes." The old man peered at Yoshi. "If they land you'll vote for war?"

"Instantly! Any attempt to land in force-- anywhere--will be prevented."

"Good. Then I hope they land," Toyama said, satisfied.

"War would be very bad. I think they will talk and we can maneuver them out of this madness." Yoshi's voice became harsher. "We can if we are clever enough. Meanwhile we must concentrate on more important matters: like Kyoto and taking back control of our Gates, like the hostile daimyos, like getting enough gold to buy weapons and modernize and equip our forces--and those of our trusted allies--and not allow Choshu, Tosa and Satsuma to arm under the guise of supporting us, merely to more quickly attack us."

"The traitor Ogama should be outlawed,"

Toyama said. "Why don't we outlaw him and take back our Gates?"

"To attack him now would be baka!" Anjo told him sourly. "It would only push Satsuma and Tosa into his arms, along with other fence sitters." He shifted uncomfortably, his stomach hurting him, head hurting, and no relief from the new Chinese doctor he had consulted in secret about his constant pains. "We settle it this way: Yoshi-dono, please draft a reply to the gai-jin for approval at tomorrow's meeting."

"Certainly. But what I want to know is who is feeding our secrets to them. Who is the gai-jin spy? This is the first time they've mentioned the "young" Shogun and named him, and named the Emperor. Someone is betraying us."

"We will put all our spies on to it! Good.

And we will meet tomorrow morning as usual, consider the draft of our reply and decide on your plan."

Anjo's eyes slitted. "And to make final preparations for Shogun Nobusada's departure to Kyoto."

The blood went out of Yoshi's face. "We have discussed this a dozen times. At our last meet--"

"His visit will go forward! He will travel by the north road, not the Tokaido, along the coast. Safer."

"As Guardian I oppose the visit for the reasons already stated over and over--by any road!"

Toyama said, "Better for my son to be in Kyoto. Soon we will be at war. Our warriors won't be checked much longer."

"No war and no visit. Either will destroy us,"

Yoshi said angrily. "The moment a Shogun kowtows, as Nobusada will, our position is ruined for all time. The Legacy states th--"

Anjo said, "The Legacy will not dominate in this."

"The Toranaga Legacy is our only anchor and cannot b--"

"I do not agree!"

Choking back his rage, Yoshi began to get up but stopped as Anjo said, "There is a last matter to decide today: the immediate appointment of the new Elder, Utani's replacement."

There was a sudden tension amongst them. Since Utani's assassination and the manner of his death--the room in which he and the youth had been impaled had not been completely destroyed in the fire--together with the failure of legions of spies and soldiers to apprehend the assassins, all the Elders had slept less comfortably. Particularly Anjo who was still smarting from his own near assassination.

Except for Yoshi who was occasionally supported by Utani, none of the others regretted his death, or the manner of it, least of all Anjo who had been shocked to discover the identity of the paramour and loathed Utani even more for secretly stealing his occasional pleasure. "Let us vote now."

"Such an important matter should wait until tomorrow."

"So sorry, Yoshi-sama. Now is a perfect time."

Adachi nodded. "Unless the Council is at full strength we cannot take important decisions. Who do you propose?"

"I formally propose Zukumura of Gai."

In spite of his control Yoshi gasped--the daimyo was simple-minded, a kinsman and open ally of Anjo. "I have already stated my disapproval of him--there are a dozen better than him," he said at once. "We agreed on Gen Taira."

"I did not agree." Anjo smiled with his mouth only. "I merely said I would consider him carefully. I have. Zukumura is a better choice. Now we will vote."

"I do not think a vote now is wise or adv--"

"Vote! As chief Councillor it is my right to put it to a vote! Vote!"

"I vote No!" Yoshi said and glared at the other two.

Adachi did not meet his eye, just said, "Gai have been Mito's allies since Sekigahara.

Yes."

Toyama shrugged. "Whatever you want."

Yoshi slashed violently at his two opponents with the wooden sword, sweat pouring off his face, then darted back, spun and attacked again. Both men, experts, sidestepped and pressed their own attack, on orders to be victors, with failure costing them a month confined to barracks and three months pay.

Cleverly, one man feinted to give the other an opening but Yoshi was ready and ducked under the blow and caught the man across the chest and his sword shattered with the strength of his blow--if the blade had been real it would have almost cut the man in two-- eliminating him from the contest.

At once the other rushed in confidently for the kill but Yoshi was no longer where he had expected but almost floor level and hacking forward with a karate foot chop. This man groaned in agony as the iron-hard edge of Yoshi's foot crashed into his scrotum and he fell writhing.