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Now it was silent on the beach and Blackthorne knew all were waiting to see what would happen. He was furious with himself, for an order was an order and involuntarily he had given a death sentence that was not merited this time. He thought a moment. Toranaga-sama's orders, all men learn swim. Neh? All my vassals swim within thirty days. Better swim in thirty days. You, in water - get first lesson now.

Ah so desu Naga said, impressed. When he explained to the other officers, they also were filled with admiration and Blackthorne's own vassals were puffed with implied importance.

Since that dawn on the beach with Toranaga, Mariko's letter in his hands, the cannon discovered so soon afterward, there had not been enough hours in the day. He had drawn beginning plans and made and remade lists and changed plans and very carefully offered up lists of men and materials needed, not wanting any mistakes. And after the day, he worked at the dictionary long into the night to learn the new words he would need to tell the craftsmen what he wanted, to find out what they had already and could do already. Many times, in desperation, he had wanted to ask the priest to help but he knew there was no help there now, that their enmity was inexorably fixed.

It won't help you, I'm afraid.

I'll have to buoy it, then the tide'll do the work and lift it, he said aloud in English.

What are you going to do, try to float the hulk?

And to you, Captain-Pilot. I'm leaving this morning. I just wanted to talk a moment. Do you mind?

Dozo? Naga said, puzzled.

Now it was silent on the beach and Blackthorne knew all were waiting to see what would happen. He was furious with himself, for an order was an order and involuntarily he had given a death sentence that was not merited this time. He thought a moment. Toranaga-sama's orders, all men learn swim. Neh? All my vassals swim within thirty days. Better swim in thirty days. You, in water - get first lesson now.

No, not at all.

What are you going to do, try to float the hulk?

More pull today?

More pull today?

Since that dawn on the beach with Toranaga, Mariko's letter in his hands, the cannon discovered so soon afterward, there had not been enough hours in the day. He had drawn beginning plans and made and remade lists and changed plans and very carefully offered up lists of men and materials needed, not wanting any mistakes. And after the day, he worked at the dictionary long into the night to learn the new words he would need to tell the craftsmen what he wanted, to find out what they had already and could do already. Many times, in desperation, he had wanted to ask the priest to help but he knew there was no help there now, that their enmity was inexorably fixed.

No, not at all.

Karma, he had told himself without pain, pitying the priest for his misbegotten fanaticism.

Dozo? Naga said, puzzled.

What? Oh, so sorry, Sire, please excuse me for offending you.

Good afternoon, Blackthorne said, going over to Alvito. The priest looked drawn but there was friendliness in his face, as there had been before their violent quarrel outside Mishima. Blackthorne's caution increased.

Fearfully the samurai began to walk into the sea, knowing he was a dead man. Blackthorne joined him and when the man's head went under he pulled him up, none too kindly, and made him swim, letting him flounder but never dangerously all the way out to the wreck, the man coughing and retching and holding on. Then he pulled him ashore again and twenty yards from the shallows he shoved him off. Swim

No, no thank- Blackthorne stopped and shaded his eyes. Father Alvito was standing on a dune, watching them.

Blackthorne noticed this and he pointed a finger at one. Where are your manners?

Ah so desu Naga said, impressed. When he explained to the other officers, they also were filled with admiration and Blackthorne's own vassals were puffed with implied importance.

Good afternoon, Blackthorne said, going over to Alvito. The priest looked drawn but there was friendliness in his face, as there had been before their violent quarrel outside Mishima. Blackthorne's caution increased.

Blackthorne noticed this and he pointed a finger at one. Where are your manners?

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