The Emperor of Nihon-Ja

by John Flanagan

  ‘We received a message via that service from George several weeks ago,’ Evanlyn said. ‘It was only brief and he sent it from a port on the Ooghly River in Indus – which is pretty much the eastern limit of the message service. Apparently, there was a rebellion against the Emperor of Nihon-Ja, and Horace got caught up in it. The Emperor’s forces are badly outnumbered and he’s a fugitive. When last seen, he was heading north into the mountains, to hide out in some legendary fortress. Horace has gone with him.’

  Will sat back and whistled slowly. It would be just like Horace, he thought, to get involved in such an idealistic venture.

  ‘And what are you planning to do?’ he asked, although he thought he knew the answer already. Evanlyn turned a steady gaze on him.

  ‘I’m going to find Horace,’ she said.

  Nihon-Ja

  Horace’s announcement met with a hail of protests from the others. Most vocal of all was George.

  ‘Horace, you can’t stay here! Don’t you understand? We have no right to interfere in internal Nihon-Jan politics!’

  Horace frowned at his countryman. ‘This is a little more serious than just politics, George,’ he told him. ‘This is a rebellion against the lawful ruler. You can’t pass that off as a matter of politics. It’s treason for a start.’

  George made an apologetic gesture towards the two Nihon-Jan leaders standing close by. He realised that his words could be deemed as undiplomatic.

  ‘My apology, your excellency,’ he said hastily. ‘I meant no offence.’

  Shigeru nodded. ‘None taken, George-san. I understand your point of view. Whether this is a case of politics or treason, it’s an internal Nihon-Jan matter.’

  ‘That’s right,’ George said and he turned back to Horace. ‘It’s not as if Araluen has any sort of formal treaty with the Emperor. You and I were simply here as diplomats. We’re granted freedom of movement throughout the country but we have to maintain our neutrality. If we get involved, if we take sides, we’ll invalidate those credentials,’ he cried. ‘Don’t you understand? We simply can’t afford to do that!’

  ‘As a matter of fact, I do understand,’ Horace said. ‘But it’s a little late to start worrying about what will happen if we take sides. I’m afraid I’ve already done it.’

  George frowned at him, not understanding. ‘I don’t –’

  Horace cut him short. ‘While you were having your little nap beside the track back there,’ he said, ‘I killed two of Arisaka’s soldiers. I think he might see that as taking sides, don’t you?’

  George threw his hands out in a gesture of bewilderment. ‘You what? What could have led you to do such an incredibly stupid thing, Horace? Surely you knew better than that! Why? Just tell me why?’

  The Emperor coughed politely before Horace could answer and stepped forward to lay a calming hand on George’s forearm.

  ‘Perhaps it was because they were trying to kill me at the time,’ he said.

  George, once again, looked suitably chastened. As an expert on protocol, he wasn’t performing so well, he thought. Horace, seeing George momentarily stumped for words, followed up his advantage.

  ‘I just didn’t think, George,’ he said, with a hint of a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth. ‘I should have checked through our credentials to see what I should do if someone tried to kill the Emperor. But, gosh, I just dashed in and stopped them the best I could.’

  Shukin began to smile as well. But the Emperor’s next words quickly dispelled the expression from his face.

  ‘In fact, Arisaka might well view the act of saving my life as a bigger affront than the killing of his two men,’ Shigeru said.

  ‘His excellency is right,’ Shukin agreed, all seriousness now. ‘That will establish Or’ss-san as his sworn enemy. Arisaka doesn’t like to have his plans thwarted.’

  George looked from one face to another, desperately trying to see a way out of this predicament.

  ‘But he doesn’t have to know about it, surely? We’re miles from anywhere, in a remote forest on a mountain! Who’s going to tell him?’

  ‘Maybe,’ Horace said, ‘the ambushers who escaped will mention it. I know I would, in their place.’

  George, seeing the ground crumbling under his feet, shook his head in disgusted resignation.

  ‘Oh, great!’ he said wearily. ‘You let witnesses get away! If you were going to join in, Horace, why didn’t you make a complete job of it?’

  Horace frowned at him. ‘Are you saying that our diplomatic status would be in better shape if I’d killed twice as many of Arisaka’s men?’ he asked. The logic of George’s position seemed to escape him.

  ‘No. No. No,’ George said, finally accepting the inevitable. ‘Well, I suppose you’ve made our bed. Now we just have to lie on it.’

  A silence fell over the small group. Shukin and the Emperor exchanged awkward glances. Horace looked at them and nodded almost imperceptibly. He sensed what they were thinking.

  ‘I wonder would you excuse us for a moment, your excellency?’ he said.

  Shigeru inclined his head and Horace gestured for George to ride a few metres away from the group gathered round the Emperor. George followed him, looking mystified.

  ‘What is it now?’ he asked as soon as they were out of earshot. ‘What else did you do when I was unconscious – because I was unconscious, you know. I had a whacking great arrow stuck in my arm!’ He added the last with a little heat. Horace’s joking reference to his ‘little nap’ had struck a raw nerve.

  Horace made a placating gesture. ‘I know. I know. I’m sorry I said what I did. After all, you did save my life.’

  George looked a little mollified. There weren’t too many people who could claim to have achieved anything like that, he thought. Horace normally didn’t need anyone else to save his life. He was pretty skilled at doing it for himself. Now he thought about it, George found himself wondering if even his former wardmate, Will Treaty, famous as he might have become, had ever actually saved Horace’s life in such a definite manner.

  ‘Well, yes. All right. But what did you want to talk about?’

  ‘George,’ Horace began, then hesitated. ‘There’s no tactful way to put this, so I’ll just come out and say it. You’re not staying.’

  ‘Well, of course I am!’ George exploded. ‘If you’re staying, I’m staying with you. I’m your friend. Friends don’t run off and desert other friends just because there’s a bit of danger! All right, I carried on about my arm hurting. But I’m not afraid, Horace. I’m not some kind of coward who’ll go slinking off and leave you to face the danger on your own!’

  Horace was nodding as the scribe delivered this impassioned response. George wasn’t a coward, he knew. Far from it. But facts were facts and they had to be faced.

  ‘George,’ he said calmly, ‘you’re seriously injured with that arm. But even if you were in perfect health, you wouldn’t be up to the journey we’re about to undertake.’

  ‘Don’t worry about me!’ George said, with considerable spirit, regardless of the fact that his voice would carry clearly to the Nihon-Jan warriors a few metres away. ‘I’ll keep up all right. I won’t hold you back!’ But he saw Horace shaking his head again and, deep down, George knew that the tall young warrior was right.

  ‘You wouldn’t want to hold us up,’ Horace said. ‘And I know you’d try your best. But you’re not cut out for this sort of life, George. For starters, you’re not a good enough rider.’

  ‘I…’ George stopped. He knew it was true.

  ‘You’re riding the slowest horse in the group,’ Horace pointed out. ‘If the rest of us have to come down to his pace, you will be slowing us down. It won’t be your fault, George. But if Shigeru is going to escape Arisaka, we’re going to have to ride fast and live rough. And if we’re waiting for your slow horse all the time, we’re putting the Emperor’s life at risk. Surely you don’t want that?’

  Horace thought it was more tactful to blame the horse for George’s pote
ntial to slow the group down. It was true up to a point but George saw through the device. He had a slow, old horse because he was a poor rider and a slow, old horse was all he could handle.

  He hung his head miserably. ‘I’m just not good enough, am I?’ he said in a low voice.

  Horace reached over in the saddle and patted his shoulder.

  ‘It’s not that you’re not good enough,’ he said. ‘You’re just not trained for this sort of life. You’re at home in diplomatic meetings, working out complex treaties between countries, and in courtrooms, coming up with a brilliant argument to save somebody’s life or property. That’s what you’re good at. That’s what you’ve trained for. On the other hand, this is what I’ve trained for.’ Horace swept his arm around the mountainous countryside that surrounded them as he said the words. George wouldn’t meet his gaze. His narrow shoulders rose and fell as he heaved a deep sigh.

  ‘I know,’ he said finally.

  ‘Besides, I need you to get word back to Araluen, so they’ll know what’s become of me. I can’t just disappear off the face of the earth without telling people where I’ve gone.’

  George raised his eyes to meet Horace’s then. ‘You think you’re going to die here, don’t you?’ he said quietly. ‘You don’t think Shigeru has a chance.’

  Horace shook his head. ‘George, I never go into any fight thinking I’m going to lose.’

  ‘But you said you can’t just disappear off the face of the earth. That doesn’t sound like you’re too confident.’

  Horace grinned at him then. ‘That’s the trouble with you attorneys,’ he said. ‘You’re too darned literal. Let’s just say my disappearance will be a temporary matter.’

  George’s face was screwed up as his mind moved rapidly. ‘If I could get word to Will and Halt,’ he said, ‘they might come to help you. In fact, they’d surely come to help you.’

  ‘It’s a great idea,’ Horace said sadly. The thought of having the two Rangers by his side in this affair was an extremely attractive one. ‘But it’s a pipe dream. It’ll take you months to get all the way back to Araluen. By that time, things here will be well and truly settled – one way or another.’

  But now George was bubbling over with enthusiasm for his idea.

  ‘No! No! No! I don’t have to get all the way back! I only need to get to Indus! From there, I can use the Silasian fast message service. That’ll get word to them within a few days!’

  Horace looked at his companion with new respect. ‘You see?’ he said. ‘That’s what you’re good at. Thinking. Coming up with ideas. Let me tell you, if you can get word to Will and Halt, you’ll be doing much more good than if you simply stayed here with us.’

  ‘And got in the way?’ George said, grinning now. Horace returned the grin.

  ‘Exactly.’ He offered his hand to George, who took it and gripped it warmly. Before he released his own grip, Horace added, ‘One other thing. I will never forget that you offered to stay here, George. It took a lot more courage for you to offer that than it took me. I appreciate it and, when I get home, I’ll be letting people know about it.’

  George finally reclaimed his hand and made a small self-deprecating gesture, although Horace’s words had warmed his heart.

  ‘Well…you know. It wasn’t much. I mean…we were wardmates, weren’t we? That’s what wardmates do for each other. They stick together. No big deal.’

  ‘Very big deal,’ Horace said firmly. ‘And I won’t forget it.’

  Toscana

  ‘Then I’m coming with you!’ Will said impulsively.

  Halt smiled to himself at the instant response. He had expected no less of his former apprentice. Horace, after all, was Will’s best friend. They had grown up together, fought side by side and saved each other’s lives on numerous occasions.

  Evanlyn favoured Will with a warm smile as well. ‘I was sure you’d say that,’ she said. ‘My father gave me permission to ask for your help on this mission but I told him there’d be no need to ask. Thanks, Will. I’ll feel a lot more confident with you by my side.’

  ‘Of course, I’ll come too,’ Halt said, then added with a raised eyebrow, ‘That’s if I’m needed?’

  ‘Lady Pauline said you’d say that,’ Evanlyn told him. ‘She said you should go with her blessing.’

  Will glanced quickly at his mentor, not sure how Halt would react to the assumption that he needed Lady Pauline’s permission to join the expedition. The Halt he knew of old would have come up with some pithy reply to the effect that he was quite capable of making his own decisions, thank you very much. He was a little surprised to see Halt smile fondly at Evanlyn’s words.

  ‘Well, that’s a relief,’ Halt said, without the slightest trace of irony.

  Now it was Will’s turn to raise an eyebrow – an expression he had studiously copied from Halt over the years. Things had changed, he thought.

  Alyss cleared her throat nervously and they turned to look at her. There was a bright spot of colour in each of her cheeks.

  ‘I’d like to come too,’ she said. ‘Horace is one of my oldest friends. He helped Will rescue me from Castle Macindaw and I owe him for that. Besides, you’ll need someone who can speak Nihon-Jan.’

  The words were phrased as a suggestion. But her tone left no doubt that they were a firm statement of intent. She wasn’t asking permission. She was telling Evanlyn that she wasn’t letting her go swanning off to the other side of the world with Will. Not this time.

  ‘Yes, Lady Pauline said you’d say that, too,’ Evanlyn said dryly. She wished she could reassure the tall girl that she had no designs on Will, other than friendship. She could see that Alyss could be a valuable friend and ally to her – not just in this case but in the years to come – and she wished there was some way she could break down the barrier between them. Maybe this journey might give her the opportunity.

  Halt thought it might be best if he stepped in. ‘It sounds like a good idea to me,’ he said. ‘Alyss is a handy person to have around.’

  Alyss remained flushed. She had been prepared to argue the point and hadn’t expected Evanlyn to give in so easily. At the back of her mind, a small doubt formed. Maybe she had been judging Evanlyn too harshly. But she forgot the thought as Will asked her a question.

  ‘Do you speak Nihon-Jan? When did you learn?’

  She shrugged, feeling her pulse settle back to normal now that there was no longer any question about her accompanying the party.

  ‘I’ve been studying the language for a year or so,’ she replied. ‘Mostly using George’s translations. I’m not fluent but I can get by.’

  Will raised both eyebrows. ‘Well, you learn a new thing every day,’ he said reflectively.

  ‘In your case, that’s no exaggeration,’ Halt said, completely straight-faced.

  Will pursed his lips in annoyance. He’d have to learn not to give Halt openings like that, he thought. Then another question occurred to his grasshopper mind and he turned to Evanlyn.

  ‘How do we get there? How did you get here, by the way?’

  He heard Halt’s deep sigh and knew he’d done it again.

  ‘Do you ever,’ the older Ranger said with great deliberation, ‘manage to ask just one question at a time? Or does it always have to be multiple choice with you?’

  Will looked at him in surprise. ‘Do I do that?’ he asked. ‘Are you sure?’

  Halt said nothing. He raised his hands in a ‘See what I mean?’ gesture and appealed to the others in the room. Selethen was amused by the byplay between the two. And, since the enjoyment of this sort of obscure, trivial debate was very much part of the Arridi character, he couldn’t help himself. He had to join in.

  ‘Halt,’ he said, ‘I could be wrong, but I think you were just guilty of the same fault. I’m sure I heard you ask two questions just then.’

  ‘Thank you for pointing that out, Lord Selethen,’ Halt said with icy formality.

  Will grinned at the Wakir, who gravely inclined his head to H
alt. Then Will remembered that Evanlyn hadn’t answered either of his questions.

  ‘So how did you get here?’ he reminded her.

  ‘I used the Skandian duty ship,’ she told him.

  The treaty between Araluen and Skandia had been in force for some years now and was regularly updated. One of the latest clauses stationed a Skandian wolfship each year at a base on the coast of Araluen, with its crew at the disposal of the Araluan King. Since wolfships were among the fastest craft in the world, it was a valuable addition. In return, King Duncan paid a fee to Skandia and granted favourable trading terms to other wolfships seeking to buy water, firewood and provisions. In reply to other nations like Iberion and Gallica, who complained that Duncan was helping the Skandians to raid their coastlines, the King merely shrugged.

  ‘No system is perfect,’ he’d say. ‘And besides, they could always pay the Skandians not to raid.’

  Which was, of course, true.

  ‘I imagine we’ll take the wolfship on to Nihon-Ja?’ Halt said.

  Evanlyn nodded. ‘My father has given permission for that. It’ll be faster than any commercial vessel we could charter. And besides, Gundar is eager to see Nihon-Ja. He’d be the first Skandian to visit there.’

  ‘Gundar?’ Will said. It was a fairly common name among Skandians, he knew, but he couldn’t help hoping that it was an old friend. Evanlyn was already nodding.

  ‘Yes. It’s Gundar Hardstriker’s ship. He’s eager to see you and Alyss again and he has a crewman who said nothing would stop him from rescuing the General. I assume he means Horace?’