“He came soon after you left,” Shiori explained to Masato as they rode home the next day .

“Once I’d told him where you’d gone, we took one of the carts delivering fireworks for the festival and followed your path.” Then she covered her mouth and laughed. “I thought Jiro-san was crazy to take the cart, but perhaps he had planned this all along. You can never tell with that man.”

Masato nodded, still in wonder at the re-appearance of his teacher. What she said was right- his master so was full of tricks, who knew what he was capable of? He had escaped the Kurokawa at the temple, after all!

The Inuyama samurai had slowed once they’d returned to their own land, waiting to see if any survivors caught up with them. As it turned out, Jiro’s distraction had allowed more than a few men to escape the Kurokawa-backed trap, and by the end of the second day the party of fourteen had grown into one of nearly fifty. Of those fifty, many were hurt, but they were still luckier than the other half of the men- gone into Sugura lands, never to return.

Among the survivors had been Inuyama no Tetsuya, whose group had been one of the last to rejoin the survivors.

The normally handsome samurai was a mess of dirt and blood, and not riding his own horse, but he was still alive, and after seeing his elder brother, came to personally thank Masato’s master for the distraction. Jiro had put it off as Shiori’s idea, which was at least partially true, and Tetsuya had promised to come repay her for the fireworks and assistance later.

It was on the second night since the escape, when Masato was sitting on a log eating barbecued meat, that Jiro finally came to him.

Masato had just started to tuck into the food after the long day’s ride when nimble fingers suddenly reached over and plucked the fox spoon from his hand.

“And, where did this come from?” Jiro asked, examining the spoon as he sat down next to his apprentice.

Masato smiled proudly. “A girl gave it to me, master.”

Jiro almost immediately popped the cover off, revealing the hidden knife. “You sure she liked you, lad?” He held up the blade to study it in the firelight.

Masato nodded. “Uh-huh. I’m going to see her again someday to thank her for it.”

His master slipped the cover back on and handed it to Masato. “Just make sure you’re careful, lad. A girl who has this kind of trick around will have a few others as well.”

“I will, master.” Said Masato, not really understanding.

After a brief pause, Jiro said- “I should punish you, you took the young lord into the middle of an enemy trap. If anything had happened, it would have caused a great crisis in the clan.”

Masato wanted to protest, but instead he just hung his head and waited for the inevitable.

“However, if our lord sees fit to leave you be, I won’t press the issue.” Jiro continued. “I’ve wasted enough time on you already, and I don’t know how many years I’ll have left.” Then he smiled and rubbed his shoulder. “Not many if I continue to take such foolish risks.”

Masato waited a moment, and then, deciding the time was right, asked- “Sensei? Why are you still alive?”

His master laughed. “Want to get rid of me that badly, eh lad?”

“Oh!” Said Masato, realizing what he’d just asked. “No! I don’t mean I want you to go, I just…”

“…Want to know how I escaped the temple when the bridge was cut?”

Masato nodded that he did.

“Well lad, if you’re expecting something like a demon showed up, or I rode a cloud to safety, I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint you.” His master answered with a wry smile. “The truth is, I used the bridge just like you.”

“But!” Masato said, surprised. “The bridge was cut!”

“No,” Jiro answered. “One end of the bridge was cut, I just happened to also be holding onto it when I cut it. I figured there was no escape, so I took a chance and held on tight. As it turned out, the bridge swung out after it went over the falls and hung down from the first landing. All I needed to do was climb up it to the top and I could cross the rest like you did.”

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“Oh!” Said Masato, bobbing his head in understanding. “That’s why Shiori said you came just after we left.”

“With the meeting coming so soon, I needed to warn our lord, and I knew she’d know where to find him. I just didn’t expect you to do the same, lad.”

“Yes…Sensei…” Masato said, slightly embarrassed at the reminder.

“Well,” said the master, after a moment of gazing at the camp. “I did tell you she was the right person to see in times of trouble, so I guess I have to take some of the blame for that.” Then he hit Masato on the shoulder and stood. “Eat up, lad. Tomorrow we ride for home, and I doubt we’ll be there long.”

“Sensei?” Masato asked.

“The Kurokawa know we prepare for war, lad.” Jiro said gravely. “The Sugura are also against us now, and have sided with our enemies. Whichever we fight, there are dangerous days ahead for the Inuyama clan. Our lord will need everyone able, even boys and old men.”

“Yes, sensei.” Masato said firmly. “I’ll be ready.”

Jiro looked at him, his stern expression softening. “After today, lad. I believe you are. I believe you are.”

FIN

As the blue and white tide washed down on the hundred Inuyama samurai from all sides, Masato heard Tetsuya scream out- “Protect the lord! Protect your lord!”

Then, with his sword drawn the handsome young Samurai yelled at his lord brother- “Elder brother, flee! I will lead the charge to freedom.” He then pointed at the Samurai around Masato and yelled. “All of you, protect our lord and get him and these boys to safety! Escape back to Inuyama land!”

“Brother!” Cried Lord Inuyama, but it was too late, for the intense young man had already wheeled his horse around and was leading the charge back up towards the single road that led to freedom. The Lord Inuyama rallied his men and also took off in that direction, as Masato started to- until he realized Taro wasn’t following them!

This was enough to spur Masato into action, and spinning around, the young samurai apprentice turned and grabbed Taro by the shoulder. The younger boy, who was too paralyzed with fear to move, looked at him in surprise, and Masato looked him right in the eye.

“Let’s go, young master!” Masato challenged him. “Last one out of the valley has to kiss the other’s feet!”

At first, Taro just stared at him, and then the young lord started to grin.

“You’re on!” He said, kicking his horse and taking off after his father.

Masato watched him go, and then with a glance back at the onrushing soldiers, he too began to ride for his life.

*    *    *

Masato quickly came to see the situation as hopeless.

With Tetsuya and the other Inuyama generals at the vanguard, the green and gold samurai horsemen raced up the field toward the entrance to the mountain pass and freedom. From both sides, the Sugura soldiers rushed down, and as they encountered groups of soldiers a few horsemen would break off to hold them while the rest of the riders went around and continued on. This happened again and again, and slowly the number of riders around Lord Inuyama, Taro and Masato began to drop until there were less than a dozen in total.

There was still, however, quite a distance to go.

And, as Masato watched, more troops came rushing out to form two lines of spears across the end of the field and the road to freedom.

The Sugura had clearly planned this in detail, and had no intention of letting them escape. The moment the Inuyama party had entered the lowland field for the meeting they had already entered the tiger’s den, and their own destruction. He and Taro had truly been too late, and had only gotten themselves caught in the trap as well.

Lord Inuyama shouted for the people with him to halt, and the riders reined in their mounts.

“We cannot escape that way,” growled the lord, then he looked right at Masato. “You! You’re Jiro’s boy, are you not?”

Masato hesitated, and then indicated he was.

“These traitors are after me, not my son.” His lord continued. “You have proven his brave companion, now honor your loyalty to me and escape with him into the forest.” He gestured to a nearby patch of tree line with no soldiers near it. “I will lead the fight away from you.”

“Father! No!” Shouted Taro.

“Get him home,” the lord told Masato, giving his son a long parting look. “Son, I…”

“My lord, look!” Cried one of the other riders.

Masato, like everyone else, stopped to look at the entrance to the pass above them. There, beyond the enemy lines, a wheeled horse cart had appeared- minus the horse. The cart was rolling down the field toward the enemy from behind, and Masato could see what looked like a sparkles coming from inside the cart as it rushed downhill.

Suddenly there was a loud pop from the cart, and then another, and huge plumes of blue and red and gold fire began to erupt from the cart and shoot in all directions. Then more explosions, each one faster than the last, and more fireworks exploding out from the cloud of smoke that surrounded the cart.

The lines of Sugura spearmen, who turned to find themselves facing this monstrous sight coming right at them, began to break and run in all directions.

“Quickly!” Shouted Lord Inuyama as he urged his horsemen to move. “Ride for the pass!”

As they rode through the confused and scattered troops, Masato turned his head to watch the cart continue its path down into the battlefield, having a similar effect on the other troops below. The huge showers of orange and yellow sparks were causing chaos, and the cart itself was heading right for the enemy encampment.

Masato found himself wishing that the cart would blow up right in Lord Sugura’s face, but was disappointed to see the cart hit a rock before it reached the camp and tumble over on its side into a cloud of smoke and colored fire. Oh well, one could only hope for so much!

Lord Inuyama’s small party rode up through the pass and onto the mountain road, and there, waiting for them were two more riders on horseback.

Masato immediately recognized Shiori, now dressed in a travel jacket and pants, with her hair tied up with white cloth to make her look like a man to those who didn’t know her. But, it was the other rider who made Masato’s eyes nearly fly from his head.

Sensei! It was his teacher, Jiro! Alive!

“Jiro!” Lord Inuyama shouted. “I should have known if the boy was about you would be too!”

“Always where you need me, my lord.” Replied Jiro, cheerfully. “Now, my lord, we need to hurry. These woods aren’t safe.”

“Lead the way!” Ordered the Lord of the Inuyama, and they followed Jiro to freedom.

“Masato, we’re not stopping.”

Masato nodded, agreeing with the young master. As they rode along at the back, he had watched the Lord’s procession draw closer and closer to the enemy camp, even after they had given the letter to that official. Now they were almost there, and nobody had come for Taro, or even slowed down.

His heart began to sink, it was clear they didn’t believe them, or didn’t care. He sighed. He had done his best, and now…now there wasn’t much left to do except pray. Maybe Shiori-san had been right after all- it was in the hands of the gods.

Then he heard Taro yell at his horse, and the young lord shot away towards the front of the procession. The guards around them were so surprised, they didn’t react, and before they could Masato too had kicked his horse and was dashing forward.

“Stop!” Cried the general, but he was already left behind as Masato and Taro raced ahead past the lines of troops- right for his father.

“Father! Father!” Cried Taro, drawing the attention of the samurai ahead of them.

The official they’d met earlier was also at the head of the line, and at a word from him several riders turned to face the boys. Two of them took their horses out of the line and stood there with spears in hand- now raised at the oncoming young boy!

Masato’s heart caught in his throat as the young master, heedless of the danger, continued to rush headlong at the mounted samurai.

“Father! Father!” He cried. “Don’t go! I don’t want to lose you, father!”

Then another rider broke from the line between Taro and the spearmen- a samurai in green and gold armor moved his horse to block the way. Taro’s horse instinctively pulled to a halt, despite the urgings of the young boy, and this new samurai took advantage of the moment to grab the horse’s reins and keep it from running further.

“Whoa! Whoa!” Called the new samurai as he struggled to keep the horse from riding on. “Stop it boy!” He yelled at Taro. “I’m trying to save your life!”

Masato, who had now caught up with Taro, brought his horse alongside the boy’s. He could see Taro had tears streaming down his face, and he was still crying “Father! Father!”

“Stop it, young lord!” Masato begged. “Please, Taro-kun! Stop!”

“Taro-kun?” Said the new samurai, and for the first time Masato got a look at the one who was also trying to save the young lord’s life. Masato was shocked, for this handsome young man was Inuyama no Tetsuya- Lord Inuyama’s youngest brother, and Taro’s uncle!

“Tell me your family name, boy!” Yelled Tetsuya, pulling Taro close.

Taro, shaken awake by the sudden rough treatment, stopped yelling and gasped under the intense stare of the samurai. “I-Inuyama no Taro…” He stammered, mostly in fear.

The samurai’s gaze suddenly shifted to Masato, who also had to force himself to keep from backing away.

“Is this the lord’s second son?” He demanded of Masato.

Masato squeaked that it was.

“Explain.” Tetsuya ordered.

In as short a form as he could manage, Masato did. He was only marginally aware of the other samurai who had also stopped to listen to this while the rest of the convoy rode on. Once he had finished, having skipped details like his master’s death and the events at the temple, the men began to talk excitedly to each other.

“Where is this letter you say the woman gave you?” Tetsuya asked.

“I-I gave it to him,” Masato said, pointed forward toward Hasegawa Yohei.

Tetsuya followed Masato’s finger, and then nodded to himself. “Ride with me,” he told them, and wheeled his horse around to lead them forward.

When they got to the two spearmen, who were still waiting, one look from Tetsuya made the men stand aside and let the boys pass. At last, they drew so close to the front of the line that Masato could see the crest on the helmet of their lord. But, before they could approach any further the official appeared.

“Young lord,” said Hasegawa Yohei politely to Tetsuya. “It is too important a time now to disturb your lord brother, please take these young men back with you and wait.”

But Tetsuya would have none of it. “These boys have an important message for my brother. Come with us.”

“Y-Yes…my lord…” Said the Chief Advisor, his eyes dropping in deference to the younger man.

Together the group rode forward, at last reaching the head of the line.

Tetsuya called out, and Lord Inuyama raised a hand to halt the procession, then turned to face them.

Masato had only rarely seen his lord, and never in full battle armor. Lord Inuyama was an imposing man normally, but in his gold and green armor he looked every bit like a king. Even the black eyepatch he wore to hide the eye lost in battle long ago didn’t mar his handsome, regal features.

“Elder Brother!” Called out Tetsuya, “Come and see who has returned to us!”

The lord approached, looking mildly annoyed. “Is this another of your japes, brother?”

“No, elder brother. It is not.” Tetsuya turned to look at Taro. “Look at this young lad, and tell me who you see?”

There was a look of further annoyance on the lord’s face, but then it melted away as it was replaced by astonishment as he stared at his son. “Taro? Are you…Taro?”

“Father!” Cried Taro, tears again rolling down his rosy cheeks. “Father, I have come home.”

“How is he here?” The shocked lord asked his younger brother. “Why?”

And so Tetsuya told him, and the lord listened.

At last, Lord Inuyama turned and looked at his Chief Advisor. “Is this true, Hasegawa?”

“Perhaps, my lord. Perhaps.” Said the sweating man. “I thought it best to wait until after until…”

“Until what?” Said the lord with icy fury. “Until we marched into a trap?!?”

“W-well, m-my lord…It may not be a trap, we do not know.”

“Are you saying the Kurokawa have made a liar of my son?” Asked Inuyama, his single eye glowing with the fire of anger.

“N-no, my lord. Of course not. But…”

Lord Inuyama raised a gloved hand to stop him. “Go to the Sugura and tell them I am sick- we will return tomorrow.”

“My lord?” Yohei asked, alarmed.

“Do it.” Then he looked at Tetsuya, and the other men assembled around them. “Turn the line around, we’re returning to our own lands.”

All agreed, even Yohei, who Masato watched start out for the Sugura lines- which were now so close he could see the faces of the samurai waiting on the seats in front of the tents.

As Masato watched, the man in the middle of those warriors suddenly folded the fan he’d been using and raised it into the air. This was followed by a horn blast that was so loud it made everyone in the Inuyama party stop and turn to look around.

Then the air was filled with the sounds of men yelling at the tops of their lungs as foot soldiers carrying spears began to pour from the treelines on either side of the field.

As they came through the mouth of a mountain pass, Masato looked down and saw his lord’s procession.

Lord Inuyama and his guard of twenty men were riding in full regalia along an open stretch of green fields, and directly ahead of them Masato could see tents and another group of samurai waiting. The samurai who were waiting flew flags with the blue and white Mon symbol of Lord Sugura- a stylized tree next to wavy lines for water.

Had they come too late?

Masato scanned the area around, but saw no soldiers except the few waiting in front of the tents. Then again, they could have men behind the tents, in the tree line to either side of the field, or maybe Sugura had something else planned. In any case, he needed to get down there and warn his lord!

Pushing his horse, he and Taro raced down the hill in pursuit of the procession. The Inuyama party seemed to be moving at a leisurely pace, and closing on it Masato began to feel some sense of hope. It was going to be close, but began to feel they could still make before the two groups met.

As they approached, two of the green and gold armored Inuyama samurai at the rear broke off from the main party and turned back to meet them. One, with an elaborate and demonic looking Menpo facemask, raised his armored hand for them to stop as they rode up, and Masato pulled back on his horse’s reins.

“This isn’t a place for children,” announced the general. “Leave.”

“But sir!” Masato cried. “You must listen- our lord is riding into a trap!”

“What?!?” Yelled the general, and he reached up and pulled aside his mask to reveal a flat face with small eyes and a bushy mustache. “Do you have proof?”

“I do, my lord.” Masato announced, pulling Shiori’s letter from his jacket. “This letter, and this young boy beside me is the second son of our lord who was sent to the Kurokawa.”

The general studied them a moment, and then made a decision. “Follow me!” He ordered, and wheeled his horse around.

“We did it, Masato-kun!” Taro said gleefully as they were escorted back to the main party. “We warned father!”

Masato nodded, he felt a little relieved, but wouldn’t feel secure until they were all safely away from Lord Sugura and his men.

As they approached the main group, three more riders came out to meet them- one samurai and two courtiers dressed blue robes with tall black hats.

*     *     *

Hasegawa Yohei, chief retainer for Lord Inuyama studied the two boys on horseback that General Yamahira brought back with him. Despite their dishevelled appearance, there was something familiar about these two, and he ordered his guard and assistant to stop and let the general ride up.

“What have we here, General?” Asked Yohei.

The general gave a slight tilt that was likely all he could manage of a bow in his armor while on horseback. “My lord, these are messengers who claim that our great lord is in danger.”

“Indeed,” Yohei said with interest. “Do they bear a letter?”

“They do, my lord.”

“I will see it.”

The general bowed again, and then fetched the letter from the older boy, who seemed most anxious at giving it away. General Yamahira delivered it to Yohei, who examined the seal first- it bore the symbol of the clan’s intelligence corps- then he opened it, and read the contents.

He hadn’t even finished before he turned white as a feather.

This letter said that Sugura was going to betray the Inuyama! How could that be? Yohei had spent years setting up this alliance, and this was to be the crowning jewel of his political career. Did the writer of the letter know how long he had labored? How carefully he had planned? How much money he had spent?

No! This simply wasn’t possible. He wouldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe it, not of Sugura. They needed the Inuyama, and the Inuyama needed them, or else the Kurokawa would have them all.

This had to be some Kurokawa trick- some bit of deception.

He looked at the boys, now knowing why they looked familiar. That was indeed Masato, an apprentice of the clan swordmaster, and the younger boy did bear a resemblance to his mother under all that dirt, so he likely was young Taro. Clearly Shinpei had failed to capture them as ordered, and now they had come through with this false information planted by the Kurokawa. No doubt the boys were innocent pawns, and the lord would be overjoyed to see his son again, but that would come in due time.

Hasegawa Yohei folded the letter and put it into the folds of his billowing sleeve.

“I will take care of this, general.” He told the soldier. “Keep the boys here at the back with you while I ride forward. I will summon them when they’re needed.”

“Of course, my lord.” Answered the old soldier, and he led the boys away. The children didn’t seem happy, but they obeyed as they should.

Yohei turned and looked forward. They had almost reached Sugura’s camp, and when they did he would be glad of it.

Masato helped Taro up onto his horse, and then turned to the farmers once more.

“We’re most sorry for all the trouble we have caused!” He said, bowing to them.

The father waved a hand at him. “No. No. It is also our fault. If my daughter had not attacked you, then this would not have happened.”

Masato glanced around for Natsuko, but the spirited girl was nowhere to be seen.

As it turned out, the girl and one of her brothers had mistaken he and Taro for bandits, and it had been she who had attacked him while they hid their horses near the farm. The real bandits had come upon them shortly afterward, and taken advantage of the situation to tie the two boys up and imprison the farmers.

The girl had disappeared while he had explained where he and Taro were going, and Masato hadn’t seen her since. It was too bad, he had wanted to see her to say goodbye.

Getting onto his horse, Masato waved to the farmers and then started out in the direction they’d told him. It was still the middle of the night, but they had no moment to waste, and had already lost enough time here at the farm.

As they reached the edge of the farmland, and before they had passed into the forest, a shadow jumped in front of the horses.

Pulling his mount to a halt, Masato peered down in the moonlight at the figure with it’s arms out- it was Natsuko!

“Take me with you!” She shouted.

Masato was taken aback- what should he do?

“I’m sorry, miss. We’re going to war.” He told her, trying to sound as adult as he could. “You can’t come with us.”

“Do you want the bandits to get you?” She asked.

“Miss, a samurai isn’t afraid of death.” Masato told her proudly.

“Oh really?” She said, walking up next to him. “So you don’t want to know the secret way across these hills?”

Masato paused. “Is it faster?”

“Oh yes, much faster.”

He looked at Taro, who looked back at him impatiently.

“Fine,” Masato sighed. “But…”

He had barely gotten the words out when she had grabbed onto his jacket and was hoisting herself into the saddle behind him with amazing speed. He felt the warmth of her pressed against his back, and there was a sweet scent like flowers around him. The whole thing suddenly made him feel a little dizzy.

“Let’s go!” She told him when he just sat there. “Don’t make me hit you again!”

Masato did as he was told, for fear she might do exactly that.

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The three of them rode as fast through the forest as the night would allow, Natsuko giving them directions and taking them through a series of back paths.

It really amazed Masato how well she knew the forest, even at night.

“Oh, I grew up hunting here with my brothers.” She explained when he commented on it. “The best time to catch rabbits and foxes is at night, and I see pretty well in the dark so they always take me along. Are you any good at catching rabbits?”

Masato admitted he was better at cooking them than catching them.

“You cook?” Said the girl, clearly surprised. “But I thought samurai had servants to do that.”

“Well, I’m just an apprentice.” Masato told her. “I’m not a full samurai yet, so I have to cook for my master sometimes.”

“Oh, I see.” Said, the girl, who clearly hadn’t considered this possibility.

After that, the girl began to ask Masato questions about himself, and that lead to his life in the castle. She seemed to want to know everything about the castle and what court was like, who was who, and showed quiet a good memory for names. It had taken him years to understand how the castle functioned, but she seemed to grasp it all as fast as he could tell her.

It was only when they were on the downward slope and the sun had crested the Eastern sky that he became aware of the passage of time again- so focused had he been on their conversation.

At last, they came to the edge of a long dirt road that extended out in either direction, and she told them to halt.

Masato’s back suddenly felt cold and empty as Natsuko slipped from the saddle and stood beside the horse looking up at him.

“This road will take you to the meeting place,” she said as she pointed to the left. “Just ride hard and you should get there by mid-morning.” Then she took the wooden fox spoon from her sash, and offered it to him. “Take this as a token of my apology for last night.”

Masato naturally refused it, but the girl insisted she had another and he finally relented.

As he took it, she said “That spoon is the boy fox. I have the girl fox. They were made by my father for me, and were always together before now. Come back and let them visit someday.”

“He will…” Masato croaked, then stammered. “I mean…I will.”

Then she smiled, and suddenly those large black eyebrows didn’t seem so ugly anymore, in fact they seemed to look quite nice on her now that he thought about it.

Taro made an impatient noise. “Masato-kun…” He hissed.

And that brought Masato back to reality- he had a mission to fulfill!

“Thank you for your help, miss!” He told her, and kicked his horse.

As the two riders shot off down the road, he couldn’t help but glance back. The farmgirl was still there by the roadside, watching them go. Unconsciously, he touched the wooden knife-spoon now tucked in his jacket, and made a promise to return it someday.

The bandits were clearly exhausted from the long chase, and fell asleep shortly after they’d been fed. The lone exception being the one assigned to stand guard- the large bald man who had spoken earlier sat next to the dying embers of the cooking pit and busied himself cutting a piece of wood. Fighting sleep himself, Masato kept his eyes barely open and watched the man work his long, wicked looking knife with amazing dexterity as he carved away at the little stick.

Masato could feel the knife-spoon the girl had slipped him resting inside his pantleg where he could easily get it and cut his way free, but the door was across the room, and he knew he’d never make it. If it has just been him, he might have tried to run, but with Taro next to him he was stuck where he was. All he could do was hope the big man would fall asleep and that they might be able to escape then.

Then he saw movement, and the farm girl heading for the door.

“Hey!” The big man whispered, putting down his carving. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I need to check the goats,” she replied. “They’re going to wander off if they’re not tied.”

The big man made a negative gesture, and pointed back to where she’d slept. “Get back to bed!” He hissed.

As Masato watched the girl suddenly drew close to the man and smiled, whispering something to him that Masato couldn’t quite hear, but that nonetheless changed the big man’s expression rather quickly.

“Okay, let’s go.” He nodded eagerly, setting aside his carving and slipping his knife back into its belt sheath.

Then the two of them slipped out quietly, and the room was silent once more.

The moment they were gone, Masato slipped the knife-spoon out and got to work. He wedged the knife facing up between his legs and used it to cut the straps on his hands, then grabbed it and freed his feet as well. The gag was the last thing to go, and then he looked at Taro, who had fallen asleep.

Gently rousing the young lord, he made quick work of the bonds and then motioned for the boy to follow him.

Leading the way, Masato crept around the edge of the one-room farmhouse as slowly and carefully as he could, using the dying firelight to see his way by. Several times, he or Taro nearly tripped over something, but they managed not to knock anything over, and, after what seemed an eternity, they made it to the doorway and slipped out through the hanging cloth that covered it.

Taro wanted to speak, but Masato stopped him, and then led him away from the building to some nearby bushes.

“Stay here!” Masato told him. “If they wake up, look for your chance and run into the forest.”

“Where are you going?” Asked the worried boy.

“I need to check on that girl.”

“But, we have to go.”

Masato shook his head. “She saved us, I’m not leaving her.”

Then, before the young lord could protest again, Masato rushed off into the night.

*     *     *

The farm was small, but still consisted of several buildings. In addition to the house, there was a storage building, a stable, and a few pens for animals. The moon was nearly full and the sky cloudless, so there was plenty of light for Masato to see by as he crept around the farmyard. Of course, that worked both ways, so he had to stay close to whatever cover was available to avoid being seen.

He found the girl and the bandit out near the pens, with the big man holding the gate while the girl led a goat inside, and shutting it once she was finished. Then, as the girl turned around, the big man grabbed her by the shoulders and tried to kiss her.

Seeing her fighting his advances, Masato suddenly found himself enraged, and quickly grabbed a piece of dry firewood from a nearby pile. Holding it as he would a sword, he advanced on the man from behind and quickly struck him hard on the back of the head. This, however, only broke the wood and caused the man to drop the girl and spin around, reaching for his knife as he saw Masato standing there.

Masato held the stick carefully, and kept it between him and the man as the long knife appeared. He was going to do his best to keep the man distracted, and then when the…

KA-TONG!

The bandit suddenly let out a loud moan and dropped forward, hitting the ground with a loud thud.

Behind him, the farmgirl stood carrying a shovel.

“He hurt you?” She asked.

“Uhh…no?” Said the slightly confused Masato. This didn’t seem right somehow- the stories always seemed to go another way.

“Good,” she said, and grabbed Masato’s arm. “Come with me.”

Masato did as he was told, letting the girl lead him back across the farm. She seemed awfully pushy for a girl, he began to wonder if she was really a boy in disguise.

Finally they came to a stone-walled storehouse, but Masato could see a large log had been placed across the door.

“My father and brothers are in there,” she explained as she examined the log. “The bandits made them go inside or they’d kill mother and I.”

“Oh, I see.” Said Masato. He looked at the log- it was big enough to take several men to move, and there was little doubt why the farmers hadn’t been able to escape. In fact, he doubted that he and the girl would be able to move it by themselves either.

That didn’t stop her from trying, however, and she was now tugging at the log to see if she could move it. “Well, are you going to help or stand there like a stupid old cow?” She asked.

Masato didn’t answer, instead he began to walk along the length of the large log. A log was round and should roll, but this one didn’t, so there had to be a reason. He found it a short distance along- there were a few stumps along the length where branches had been and these protrusions prevented it from turning.

“Do you have an axe?” He asked the girl, rushing back.

“No, just my shovel.” She held it up, but Masato shook his head- it was too thin and would likely break.

Then an idea struck him, and he ran off across the yard. When he returned a few minutes later, he held the large knife the man had threatened him with and began to use it to hack at the stumps. As it turned out, the wood had started to rot, so the long knife was able to make large gashes as he chopped away.

“Hurry!” She urged him, looking at the house.

“I am.” He replied.

He kept thinking about how much noise he might be making, and that they were going to get caught at any moment, but the ideas just made him work even faster. Eventually, he managed to break away the largest of the stumps, and a few minutes later had cleared away most of the smaller ones.

Once that was done, he hopped over the log and began to push. The girl joined him, and the two of them strained with all of their might against the log. It was large and nearly flat on the bottom, which made rolling it difficult, but with their combined effort they managed to turn it, and the long rolled forward half a rotation before it met another stump and stopped.

But that half a rotation moved it a distance thicker than a man away from the door, and after the girl undid the locks, a middle aged man and three younger men slipped through the gap it left.

“Natsuko, where is your mother?” Asked the older man, and she quickly told him, she also explained about Masato.

“Thank you, young man.” Her father said to Masato, bowing, and the brothers did the same.

“Ahh…No…No…” Masato answered, feeling his ears start to burn. “It was nothing.”

Then the father looked at the girl again. “Do the bandits still sleep?”

She nodded, they did.

“Then,” said the father, taking the shovel from his daughter while the brothers spread out to find other weapons. “We shall go wake them.”

The boys were about an hour out from the inn when Masato noticed the pursuers.

They’d ridden from the woods into a patch of rice paddies and were halfway across when Masato looked back and saw the other riders exit the forest behind them. There were about ten men, all of them dressed in dark colors, which made them look even more ominous in the fading light.

They could have been hunters, or other travelers, but Masato knew the moment he laid eyes on them that they were after he and Taro. He let his horse drop back to ride next to the other boy, and motioned behind them.

“We’ve got to ride faster!” Masato yelled, and Taro nodded after a quick backward glance.

Soon, they were under cover again, riding the twisting gray-white patch of road through the blackened forest. Sweat was pouring from Masato now- who were these men? Why were they chasing the pair? Were there others ahead of them? He kept glancing back and wondering how close they were.

Then they came to another clearing on the side of a hill, and Masato saw the riders were not only still there, but indeed gaining on the pair. They had closed half the distance, and Masato could now hear them cursing and yelling at their horses to move faster.

At the same time, Masato could feel that his own horse was breathing hard, and knew that at this rate there wasn’t much of a chance they’d be able to reach their destination over the mountain before the others caught them. They were in a trap, and it was slowly closing around them.

What could he do? They still had a little distance between them, so maybe if a fork came in the road they could take one of the side roads. Then, if they let the hunters pass, they could try and find another way to get to the meeting place, while still letting their horses rest a bit. The problem was there were enough of the other riders that he couldn’t be sure they wouldn’t just break off into two groups. He didn’t even know if they’d been doing that already.

Still, he had to do something before they were caught, and now was the time for risks.

That’s what his master would have done.

So, he edged his horse out ahead, and when the next fork in the road came, he took the sideroad instead of staying to the main route. The sideroad was partially grown over, so now the road was a dark collection of black and white spots under them, but there was still enough moonlight to see their way. After a time, they came to another clearing with a farm in it, and he led Taro off the road and behind a stand of trees near the farm.

Stopping the horses, they waited.

The moments passed slowly, and Masato thought that the whole forest must have been able to hear his heart beating, but as time passed and nothing happened his heart slowed and he began to relax. No dark riders came bursting from the forest, and the only sounds were the horses breathing and the crickets.

Then Masato noticed something- the crickets had stopped.

He was about to turn and look around when the blow hit him.

His last memories were of Taro yelling, and a feeling of falling.

Then the ground came up at him, and everything went black.

*     *     *

Masato’s first sensation was the smell of venison stew cooking, and he became aware of warmth on his face and the cool feeling of a rice mat underneath him. He could also hear the sounds of people- men talking and laughter. It made him think of life in the castle dojo, and for a moment he almost felt like he might be home again, like someone had come and gotten him and it was all over. Then the pain at the back of his head and his aching left arm reminded him that this was all too real, and whoever had struck him was likely not a friend.

He opened his eyes slowly and peered around without moving. In the middle of the room was a typical cooking fire, with a pot on it and smoke spiraling up to the holes in the roof above. Tending the soup pot was an older woman dressed in simple farmer’s clothes, and another younger woman huddled next to her. Around the room, the orange firelight flickered a sinister glow on the faces of men who sat drinking and talking- big, rough looking men wearing dark furs and carrying weapons.

Bandits, thought Masato.

Then he heard a rustling near him and looked up, finding Taro sitting against the wall with a gag in his mouth. Further inspection showed Taro’s hands and feet had been tied, and in fact, so had Masato’s! Both of them were tied up like a couple of pigs, and pigs who were tied as they were rarely had a long future ahead of them.

Trying not to panic, Masato laid there and tried to ignore the pain and his growing sense of hunger enough to think their situation through. They were in a farmhouse, likely the one they’d stopped near as he probably hadn’t been out that long, and the bandits were here, so that meant the bandits had carried them here and probably had plans to stay for the night. He counted five bandits in the room in addition to the two farm women, which was half the number of pursuers he’d seen when the chase first began. Half the bandits meant twice the chances, so that was something good at least.

At last, the stew smelled ready, and the bandits had the old woman begin to ladle it out into wooden bowls, with the younger woman passing them out to the men. Masato could see now that the younger woman was a girl of about fourteen or fifteen with a face that he felt might be pretty if she didn’t have those thick black eyebrows. Masato was used to court women, who plucked their eyebrows at the time.

A few of the men treated the girl a bit roughly, which made Masato feel angry as he watched, but she didn’t seem to mind and playfully smacked their hands away, making jokes at their expense. This made them laugh even harder, and bewildered Masato somewhat, as he wondered if all peasant women were so rough hewn by nature.

After all the men were fed, the girl looked over at Masato and Taro and asked- “Hey, what about them?”

The leader of the bandits, a man who Masato recognized from the raid at the Inn, shrugged. “Let ’em starve.”

“Hold on, Genma.” Said one of the other bandits, a bald man a bit larger than the rest. “The boss said we were supposed to treat ’em careful. Maybe we should feed them.”

Genma thought about it a minute, and then motioned to one of his fellows. “Take off the gags,” he ordered. “And untie their hands, but leave their feet alone.” Then he went back to his stew.

After the man had roughly sat Masato up and partly untied both he and Taro, the man returned to his meal, leaving them alone in the corner with the peasant girl.

“Here,” she said, sticking a bowl in Masato’s hand, and another in Taro’s. “Eat up if you don’t want to starve.” She also gave them wooden spoons she pulled from her sash- the one Masato got had a long handle carved to look like the body and head of a fox.

“Careful with that one,” she told Masato as she looked right into his eyes. “The top part has a crack in it.”

Masato, who suddenly felt like his insides were meltingly hot before he’d even touched the stew, couldn’t think of anything to say, so he just nodded and quickly lowered his eyes.

Taro actually thanked her, and then started to ask, “Could you…” Before one of the bandits shouted “No talking! Just eat!” and put an end to it. The girl gave one last look at Masato, and said “be careful” as she nodded toward the spoon, then she returned to the cooking fire.

Masato watched her go, but then the roar of his stomach overwhelmed him and he quickly set to the stew- it was hot, but he was too hungry to care as he barely blew on each spoonful before shoveling it down.

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He was about halfway through when the thought came to him that the spoon didn’t feel loose in his hand at all, in fact, for a wooden spoon a little shorter than the distance from his fingertips to his wrist it had quite the heft to it. He paused and examined it more carefully, and it was then he noticed that halfway along the handle’s wooden shaft there was a thin line. Testing to see what would happen, he put two fingers above the line, and two fingers below, and pulled gently.

A gap appeared between the two halves, and between them the silver blade of a knife shone.

Instantly, he covered the blade again, and looked up to see if any of the bandits had noticed.

It seemed none had, for the only person who was watching him was the farmgirl.

Their eyes met, and understanding passed between them.

Now Masato had a way out, the only question was- when to use it.