Two anxious officials came out of nowhere, unarmed and unprepared, one of them the Chamberlain.

Saigo cut both down, killing the Chamberlain instantly, and wounding the other, and charged onwards.

Tora finished off this man, jumped over the bodies and rushed in pursuit.

Along the veranda and around the corner and smashing through the light shoji screen to burst into the bathhouse. Half-naked maids stared at them panic stricken: swords bloody, faces scratched and bloody, kimonos ripped and bloody. The air was warm, sweet-smelling, humid.

Saigo bellowed with rage. The steaming, shallow bath, fed from a natural hot-spring was empty, so were the four wooden steam boxes, and so were the massage tables, except one. In an instant he saw every detail of the tiny, naked girl lying there, the shock in her eyes, her half-opened mouth, teeth blackened, her plume of jet hair twisted into a stark white towel, more towels under her, small breasts and limbs and feet, dark brown nipples, all of her curved, inviting, golden skin now pinkish from the heat of the bath, oiled and fragrant--and the blind, half-naked masseuse, standing motionlessly over her, head cocked, listening intently.

So easy to kill the girl and all of them but his orders were not to harm the Princess at all costs.

Nonetheless his fury at being cheated--for their timing had been perfect, their intelligence perfect and the Shogun's pattern never varying--made his head seem about to explode. The fury turned to lust and shivered him, all of him wanting her, now, fast, brutally, any way, the wife before the husband, death to both of them but first her splayed.

His lips came away from his teeth and he charged across the expanse. The maids scattered, one fainted, the Princess gasped and lay motionless, petrified. But his obsession with the Shogun diverted him and his rush bypassed her and took him to the shoji door where again he crashed through and, once more, with Tora close behind, unerringly led the run along verandas towards the sleeping quarters and his prey, gardens to his right, rooms left--no longer a thinking man just a raging killing animal. Shoji doors were open, faces there.

Maids and youths and ladies-in-waiting and servants attracted by the commotion, dressed or half dressed for the evening or for bed or for bath, gaped at them.

No guards in these rooms. Yet.

Still no opposition. Yet.

A few more rooms to pass, doors, faces, and then he would turn the last corner and last veranda. Saigo's anticipation crested for this was a delightful covered walkway, gardens right and left, no more rooms with waiting guards to worry about, and at the end the Shogun's sleeping quarters where he himself and the courtesan had secretly bedded.

All senses tuned for expected danger, Tora a few paces behind him, running as fast, sounds of men approaching enemy, pounding feet.

Another room passed. Only one more doorway, last danger. Faces at the door, a doctor and a coughing youth stared at him in shock, then he was around the corner and, together, they began the last charge.

Both men skidded to a stop. Their hearts stopped. Ahead an officer and three samurai came out of the sanctuary door, swords drawn, to stand waiting for them. The barest hesitation then, Saigo rushed to the kill, his or theirs, Tora equally committed--only these four men between them and the Shogun they protected. "Sonno-joi!"

The Captain held the first charge, parried the blow and locked sword to sword, then twisted and hacked at Saigo as two other samurai attacked Tora, the last staying in reserve as ordered. Saigo deflected the blow and slashed back but missed. Another ferocious flurry of blow and counterblow, Saigo supremely confident, so near to success, pressing the attack, feeling superhuman and that his blade, almost of its own volition, was seeking enemy flesh as it would in seconds destroy the boy Shogun ...

There was a blinding flash behind his eyes, the pounding in his head soared and he suddenly saw that doctor again and that boy again and remembered someone telling him it was believed the boy Shogun had a hacking cough--no portraits of him, of course, not one of the shishi ever having seen him, of course: "If you do not catch him in the bathhouse,"

Katsumata had said, "you will recognize him by his blackened teeth, the cough, his nearness to the Princess, the quality of his robes--remember, both he and the Princess detest guards nearby."

With enormous, heightened strength, howling like a wild beast, Saigo hacked at the Captain who slipped on the polished floor and was, for an instant, helpless. But Saigo did not deliver the death blow, instead whirled back for the boy--and the last samurai saw the opening he had been ordered to wait for. His sword went deep into Saigo's side but Saigo felt none of it and cut impotently at the Shogun wraith in front of him, again and once again and slid to the floor stabbing, already dead but not knowing it.

The Captain had leapt to his feet and hurtled to the attack on Tora, impaled him, and then like an expert butcher, withdrew the blade and beheaded him with a single blow.

"Do the same to him," he gasped, pointing at Saigo, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his breath, and rushed back up the veranda. At the corner, men from the entranceway came pounding up, headed by his second in command. He cursed him and them, shoved him out of the way and hurried past saying: "Every man on this shift ordered to the square outside the Inn, disarmed and on their knees. You too!"

His heart was still pounding and he was enraged and not yet over his panic. Just before sunset Nobusada had testily sent for him: "Take all guards from inside the hedge. Ridiculous to have them here, the rooms so small and awful! Are you helpless, so inept you can't secure this nasty little Inn? Must we bathe with guards, sleep with guards, eat with them looking at us? Go away, tonight I forbid all guards here!"

"But Sire I must ins--"' "You will insist on nothing. No guards inside the hedge tonight. This meeting is ended!" There was nothing the Captain could do, but then there was no need to worry. Of course everything was secure.

When the first muffled sounds of the attack had reached him he was making a final, satisfactory circuit inside the hedge, four men with him--the hedge also acting as a fine sound barrier. By the time he had reached the gate doors and looked out, he had been appalled to see four men charging the hedge, two rushing for the gates. His first thought was for the Shogun and he ran for the bathhouse but the Chamberlain had called out: "What's going on?"' "Men are attacking us, get the Shogun out of the bath!"

"He's not there, he's with the doctor..."

Another panic dash, bypassing the bathhouse to the inner quarters, finding them empty, a frightened maid saying that the Lord Shogun was in one of the rooms on the next veranda and then coming out and seeing the two men charging, no way to protect the Shogun now but thinking if these two were attacking here perhaps they had missed his liege lord...

He knew he would not truly be alive until he found him alive. This took no time.

Nobusada was coughing and raving, still in fright, others around him adding to the tumult. Quickly he learned the Princess was unharmed though also hysterical. His panic left him. He disregarded Nobusada's rage, his voice icy, and every soldier nearby quailed: "Get a courier and four men on the double to rush a report ahead and except for this present shift, all guards here on the double, every man within the compound, fifty men around the sleeping quarters, two men at each corner of every veranda.

And ten men permanently in sight of the Lord Shogun until he and she are safely within the palace walls."

In midmorning the next day, within the palace walls, Yoshi hurried through the outer rim of gardens in the light rain. General Akeda was beside him. "This is terribly dangerous, Sire," he said, afraid that every shrub or thicket, however carefully tended, might hide enemies.