'Logical, since Arisaka and his army are in the south,' Horace said. 'But is there any other advantage in the north? Do you have allies there – clans you could raise so that you could face Arisaka?'
Shigeru shook his head. 'There are no Senshi clans in the north,' he said. 'There are the Kikori, that's all. They're not warriors.'
His two countrymen nodded agreement. But Horace wanted more information. 'Who are the Kikori?'
'Timber workers,' George told him. 'They work in among the tall timber in the mountains. Their villages are scattered everywhere.'
'If they're timber workers, they'll be fit and strong and they'll have axes,' Horace said. 'And they'll know how to use them. Could we recruit them as soldiers? Would they fight for you, your excellency?'
Shigeru and Shukin exchanged glances and the Emperor shook his head.
'They would. They are intensely loyal. But I won't ask them to. They're not trained warriors, Or'ss-san. Arisaka's men would massacre them. I can't ask them to fight when they have no hope.'
George leaned forward and touched Horace's sleeve, drawing his attention. He added, in a lowered tone, 'There's another problem, Horace. The Kikori would fight. But they wouldn't believe they had any chance against the Senshi – because they'd believe they have no right to fight them.'
'No right? What do you mean? Of course they -'
'It's a matter of their mindset. They've spent centuries believing they are inferior to the Senshi. Shigeru-san is trying to turn that around but it will take a long time to do it. Just as the Senshi are conditioned to believe they are superior to the other classes, the Kikori believe the Senshi are their superiors. They might go into battle against them. But they'd do it expecting to lose.'
'That's crazy,' Horace said. But he could see the reason in George's statement.
'You're a soldier, Horace. Would you lead an army into battle if the men expected to be beaten? Even worse, if the men thought they had no right to win?'
'I suppose not.' Horace's shoulders slumped. For a moment, he thought he had seen a possible course of action, but George was right. An army that believed it was destined to lose would be marching to its death.
'There are the Hasanu,' Shukin was saying thoughtfully. 'And Lord Nimatsu is an honourable man. He wouldn't turn his back on his oath of allegiance.'
'The Hasanu are certainly fighters,' Shigeru said. 'But to the far north, with an enormous mountain range separating us from them. It would take weeks, months even, to reach them. And I have no idea how they would respond. They are strange people.'
'If they are people, in fact,' Reito put in.
Shigeru gave him a look of rebuke. 'Don't believe the old superstitions, Reito,' he said. 'The Hasanu are…unusual, shall we say? But I'm convinced they're human.'
'Who are the Hasanu?' Horace whispered to George. 'Are they another clan of warriors?' But George was shaking his head, a puzzled look on his face.
'I've never heard of them. They're not a clan. I'm sure I know all of them.'
Before they could pursue the matter any further, Shukin spoke in an authoritative tone.
'Whether or not we can muster forces for a counterattack against Arisaka, our first course is to make sure the Emperor is safe. We have to head north back into the mountains. We won't ask the Kikori to fight, but they'll be willing to hide us from Arisaka.'
Shigeru was nodding agreement. 'Perhaps not the most gallant course of action,' he said. 'But certainly the wisest. If we can evade Arisaka's men for a month or two, winter will be here and the weather will protect us.'
'There's always the fortress at Ran-Koshi,' Reito suggested and the Emperor and his cousin looked at him quickly.
'Ran-Koshi?' said Shukin. 'I always thought that was a myth.'
Reito shook his head. 'Many people do. But I'm sure it's real. The problem is, how to find it.'
'What is this fortress?' Horace asked.
'Ran-Koshi is a fortress that's spoken of in an old folk tale,' Shigeru told them. 'That's why Shukin doubted its existence. It's said to be high in the mountains, in a hidden valley. Many hundreds of years ago, there was a civil war over the rightful succession to the throne.'
'Not unlike now, in fact,' Shukin said grimly and the Emperor glanced at him.
'Precisely,' he said, then turned back to the two Araluans. 'The eventual winner used Ran-Koshi as his power base. It was said to be an impregnable fortress, with massive walls and a deep moat.'
'Sounds like the sort of place you could use,' Horace said.
Shigeru nodded thoughtfully. 'It would be derelict by now,' he said. 'If it exists at all.'
'If it's there, there is one group of people who will know where it is,' Reito said. 'The Kikori. They've spent generations combing the mountains for groves of trees, then building trails to bring the fallen logs down to the low country. They know every inch of the northern mountains.'
'Then why have they never revealed its location?' Shukin said.
Shigeru inclined his head towards his cousin. 'Why should they?' he replied. 'Over the years, the Kikori have had little reason to love the ruling class of this country. If they knew this secret, I doubt they would have told the Senshi about it. They won't fight the warrior class, but there's no reason why they should do anything to help them.'
'Good point,' Horace said. 'So all we have to do is head north, contact the Kikori, and take shelter in this mythical fortress?'
Shigeru gave him a good-humoured nod. After his first shock at the news of Arisaka's treachery, he had recovered some of his normal spirits.
'Perhaps we should take it one step at a time, Or'ss-san,' he said. 'Our first priority is simply to evade Arisaka, and for that, I agree that we have to head north. But I'm afraid you won't be coming with us.'
Horace opened his mouth to reply, felt George's hand on his arm and stopped.
'We're on a diplomatic mission, Horace,' George said quietly. 'We have no right to interfere in internal matters among the Nihon-Jan.'
That statement brought Horace up short. His first instinct on hearing about Arisaka's rebellion had been to help the Emperor find a way to defeat the treacherous warlord. Now, he realised, he had no right to do any such thing. He sat back, confused. Shigeru saw the conflict on his face and offered Horace a sad little smile.
'George-san is right. This is not your battle. You are observers in our country and, just as I can't ask the Kikori to fight, I can't expect you to risk your lives on my behalf. You should return to your own land.'
'It might be better if Or'ss-san and George-san also avoided Arisaka's men,' Shukin said. 'The Shimonseki may not understand the niceties of diplomatic immunity.'
Shigeru looked at his cousin. Shukin made a good point, he thought. Arisaka's men would have their blood up. They would be arrogant and argumentative, and Horace might well be provoked by them if he encountered them. They would know the young Araluan was a friend of the Emperor and they would know he was a warrior. Better if he avoided contact altogether.
'There is a secondary road to Iwanai a little north of here,' he said. 'It's not as well travelled as the main road. In fact, it's more of a mountain track. But you'd be better to take it, I think. Perhaps you should accompany us that far, then leave us.'
Horace shook his head helplessly. He knew they were right but he hated to desert a friend in danger.
'I don't like it, your excellency,' he said eventually.
'Neither do I, Or'ss-san. But, trust me, it's for the best.'
Nihon-Ja An hour passed without any sign of the remnants of the Emperor's army. Shukin came to a decision.
'We can't wait any longer, cousin. Every minute we delay lets Arisaka get closer to us.'