"Hearn,.Lian.-.Otori.02.-.Grass.For.His.Pillow.v1.1" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hearn Lian)bluster, perhaps, but no more than that in the long run. As things
have turned out now, he is our best hope for peace.” He glanced at me. “That’s what we desire above all. We need some degree of order for our work to flourish.“ “Arai will return to Inuyama and make that his capital,” Yuki said. “It is easier to defend and more central than Kumamoto, and he has claimed all Iida’s lands by right of conquest.” “Unh,” Kotaro grunted. He turned to me. “I had planned for you to return to Inuyama with me. I have matters to attend to there for the next few weeks, and you would have begun your training there. However, it may be better if you remain here for a few days. We will then take you north beyond the Middle Country, to another of the Kikuta houses, where no one has heard of Otori Takeo—where you will start a new life. Do you know how to juggle?” I shook my head. “You have a week to learn. Akio will teach you. Yuki and some of the other actors will accompany you. I will meet you in Matsue.” I bowed, saying nothing. I looked from under my lowered eyelids at Akio. He was staring downward, frowning, the line deep between his eyes. He was only three or four years older than I was, but at man. So he was a juggler. I was sorry I had cut his clever juggler’s hand, but I thought my actions perfectly justified. Still, the fight lay between us, along with other feelings, unresolved, festering. Kotaro said, “Kenji, your association with Lord Shigeru has singled you out in this affair. Too many people know that this is your main place of residence. Arai will certainly have you arrested if you stay here.” “I’ll go to the mountains for a while,” Kenji replied. “Visit the old people, spend some time with the children.“ He smiled, looking like my harmless old teacher again. “Excuse me, but what is this person to be called?” Akio said. “He can take a name as an actor for the time being,” Kotaro said. “What his Tribe name is depends—” There was some meaning behind his words that I did not understand, but Akio all too clearly did. “His father renounced the Tribe!” he burst out. “He turned his back on us!” “But his son has returned, with all the gifts of the Kikuta,” the master replied. “However, for now, in everything you are his senior. |
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