Trag tapped the recut G minor and nodded approval, setting the third in the vise.
It was not as shrill, but the rose octagon seemed to resist the change in note as she drew the blade across it. Turning on the cutter, setting the tuner to G minor, this time she was ready for the power surge and the cry of crystal. When he explained to the other officers, they also were filled with admiration and Blackthorne's own vassals were puffed with implied importance.Killashandra found it took an effort to erase the echo of the major note from her mind. Unhurriedly, he dressed and stuck his swords in his sash.Īh so desu Naga said, impressed. He went to get his clothes and swords but his men brought them to him quickly. No, thank you, Naga-san, Blackthorne said. His fellows cheered and the men on the beach were rolling in the sand with laughter, those who could swim. Never again would he act self-important in front of his master. I'll have to buoy it, then the tide'll do the work and lift it, he said aloud in English. Karma, he had told himself without pain, pitying the priest for his misbegotten fanaticism. Father Alvito was standing on a dune, watching them. No, no thank- Blackthorne stopped and shaded his eyes. Neh? All my vassals swim within thirty days. Toranaga-sama's orders, all men learn swim. 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. Now it was silent on the beach and Blackthorne knew all were waiting to see what would happen. At the next low tide it would be easy to manage because they would have laid rollers for it to rest on.Īnd to you, Captain-Pilot.
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With signs and pictures in the sand he explained, damning his lack of words, how to make a raft and tie it to the spines at low tide then the next high tide would float the wreck and they could pull it ashore and beach it. For raft, neh? Tomorrow try to get all here.Īh, gomen nasai, Naga-san. He laughed again, then said, Please, I send men for bamboo. Hipparuuuuuuu he shouted again and hawsers jerked, the sea dripping off them like sweat, but the wreck did not budge. The priest looked drawn but there was friendliness in his face, as there had been before their violent quarrel outside Mishima. Good afternoon, Blackthorne said, going over to Alvito. What? Oh, so sorry, Sire, please excuse me for offending you. 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. 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. 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. 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. Then he pulled him ashore again and twenty yards from the shallows he shoved him off. 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. Fearfully the samurai began to walk into the sea, knowing he was a dead man.
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