"...or the leopard his spots?"
(Author's note: the names of Japanese army ranks are elegant
and logical, those of American and British army ranks clunky and confusing.
Usage has linked gensui / marshal and taishou / general in most people's minds,
but 'lieutenant general' (the rank below general) and even 'major general' (the
rank below that) are too much of a mouthful for me. Thus my lieutenant-generals
are usually called Chuujou and my major-generals (what Tenpou is in this story)
Shoushou. Even a very basic knowledge of Japanese will render the gradation of
taishou- chuujou- shoushou easy to remember.)
The officers
of the western army stood at attention by the portal to Down Below, waiting the
arrival of their commander in chief. Tenpou, as a mere major-general, stood
well to the rear of the assembly, in which position he trusted to avoid any
critical attention to his uniform and person. The former was past reproach- he
hoped- being as recent of acquisition as his current title, and the latter was
as past reproach as he could make it. Tenpou was aware that his standards of
'clean' and those of the army's Marshal were not always in agreement, but how
one arrived at the Marshal's standards was still past his understanding.
A slight
stiffening of the atmosphere marked the arrival of the Ocean King. He walked
unheeding through their ranks and at the gateway addressed his second without
preamble. "I leave the army in your care, Marshal. Look to it." He
sounded even more dyspeptic than usual, if that were possible.
The Marshal
saluted with his accustomed punctilio. "This person gratefully accepts
command of the army of the West and will do his utmost to merit the Commander's
confidence in him."
Goujun answered
with a grunt and a nod. He turned on his heel and entered the portal. The men
saluted as one and watched as his figure disappeared.
"Very
well, gentlemen," the marshal said, in a much more relaxed tone.
"Dismissed. And try to keep your behaviour within the bounds of decency
this time."
"Bounds
of decency?" Tenpou asked General Taigan as they left together. "When
the dragon's away, just how much do the mice play?"
"What?"
"I
mean, do you usually relax discipline when Goujun-sama's not here?"
Taigan
grimaced. "No, but discipline gets relaxed anyway. Everyone knows what
he's gone for, pretty much, so it's hard to stop them from doing the
same."
"*I*
don't know what he's gone for. What?"
"Flesh,"
Hourin Chuujou said behind them.
"Pardon?"
Tenpou said, startled.
"Of one
kind or another," Hourin amplified. "The dragon kings have a way of
disappearing every so often- once a century or so. General opinion is, they're
in heat."
"Males
don't go into heat," Tenpou objected. And I'm not sure lizards do at
all.
"Prime,
then. Whatever. They go home to breed."
"That's
one theory," Taigan said heavily. "Some of us think they go home to
feed. Dragons aren't vegetarian by nature and the Kings' position doesn't let
them sneak Down Below for yakitori." He gave Hourin a disapproving look.
"Everyone
does that," the chuujou shrugged. "It's one of the customs of the
army."
"Still,"
Tenpou said, "you can see how someone in the Dragon's position needs to be
more discreet."
"Poor
sod," Hourin said. "And lucky us. Plenty of feeding *and* breeding
for the next little while."
In fact what
followed wasn't a general carouse, just a holiday atmosphere about the
barracks. The officers still called the men out for drill and attended to any
disturbances Down Below. Nonetheless the air often smelled strongly of roast
meat, and high-pitched giggles could frequently be heard in the mens' rooms.
Tenpou found himself with more free time than usual and happily spent it in
continued exploration of the rambling structure of headquarters. He followed
corridors to see where they went and opened doors to see what was behind them.
Nowhere and dust was what he usually found, but one or two discoveries-
including the overflow stacks of the Imperial Library- occasionally rewarded
his efforts. He'd have made the effort anyway: he liked knowing things.
The stacks
naturally proved both irresistible and enlightening. Puzzled by that niggling
question of whether lizards go into heat and whether dragons are lizards and
all the ramifications of that line of enquiry, he started poking around in the
natural history area and thus stumbled on a most informative little tome.
"I
think I've found an answer," he told Hourin one day, as they met after
call-over. "About dragon mating habits. It's here." He pulled the
little book from his greatcoat pocket.
"Yeah?
Lemme see that. Hey- what the hell *is* this?"
"Dragon
script. They're the same characters as ours; you just have to get used to the
way they write them."
"Sheesh.
They look like they're melting."
"I
believe they're intended to look like they're floating on water."
"Well,
there's no way *I* can read it. What does it say?"
"Essentially,
dragons of the noble classes conclude temporary state alliances for the
purposes of begetting offspring. They mate- I assume is what the phrase means-
and remain together for two hundred days while the egg gestates, and may stay
together for the remaining fifty days until it breaks."
"Anh.
So Goujun-sama's gone off to get himself a pollywog. Err- an heir, I mean."
"It
would seem. How long do the Kings usually stay away on these occasions?"
"Err- a
week or so Up Here time, so, well anything from six months to two years Down
There."
"Then the
time frame's right. So-- mhh-- should we arrange some kind of- I don't know-
ceremony or something when he comes back?"
"No.
Why would we?"
"Well-
a son- or a daughter- it's a cause for festivity, or at least a little
card...?"
The chuujou
looked at him oddly. "Shoushou, in case you need telling: dragons aren't
like us. I don't think they do pretty red 'Congratulations, it's a boy!'
cards."
"Maybe
not. But *we* do, and he's our commanding officer..."
"Yeah,
he's the Commander. That's where it starts and that's where it ends and that's
the way both sides like it. He's not one of us, Tenpou. You seem to be
forgetting that fact."
"Yes, I
suppose I am. Sorry." He gave Hourin a small smile and a salute, and went
back to the stacks to do a little more reading, just to see if both sides did
like it that way, and if they did, why.
Dragon history from Down Below and
the old wars between dragons and Heaven- dating back as far as the Emperor's
youth- got him into more history from Down Below, including the ancient
contention between dragons and youkai, which would seem to have been an
exceptionally bloody business on both sides. Dragons and youkai didn't care for
each other, that much was clear, but they seemed unable to leave each other
alone. A natural antipathy, rather like the enmity between dragons and
firebirds, another theme that led him down another path of research, where he
happily wandered until his pocket watch went off. He looked at it blankly for a
moment- noon, yes, why had he set it to go off at noon? Then he remembered and
consulted his memorandum book: which informed him that he was, indeed, on post
duty that afternoon.
Thanks to
this ingenious precaution, he was therefore precisely where he ought to be when
a soldier came in, quivering with excitement.
"Major-general,
orders from the Marshal. You're to take a squad Down Below. A youkai beast is
ravaging the coast of the western sector--"
Tenpou was
on his feet and out the door, pulling the man in his wake.
"How
many squads? Just us?"
"No sir.
Three, sir. Seems it's pretty big."
Big
ferocious youkai beasts. That sounded promising. Tenpou smiled in anticipation.
He collected
his men from the barracks and hurried them to the portal where General Taigan
and Senshin Chuujou joined him. Thirty soldiers in all, fifteen armed with
narcotic guns and the rest carrying refills and ropes.
"Alright,
men, listen up," Taigan said. "This thing has been running amok in
the forest back of a small fishing village. There's a swath of trees flattened
there, and the village folk say they've heard its roars three nights in a row.
Nobody's seen it clear enough to say what it looks like- it only comes out at
night- but it takes something pretty big to snap a grown tree in half, so we're
going in force."
"Where
does it go during the day?" Tenpou wondered. "Are there caves in the
area where it could hide?"
"Not
important," Taigan said. "It's nocturnal, so we go hunting by night.
It's full moon down there so we'll have enough light, but still, be careful.
Don't get in each other's way. Ready? Right, let's go."
The gate
deposited them in an open space in the woods. Not a natural clearing: great
broken branches and a myriad twigs littered the ground, making the going hard.
Ahead of them trees thrashed violently as if shaken by a gale. There was a low
subdued roaring coming from all about them. It disoriented Tenpou for a minute
until he realized it was the distant sound of the sea; and at that moment
another roar from in front of them, accompanied by the cracking of wood
breaking, drowned it out.
"Senshin,
you and your men circle to the left. Tenpou, to the right. I'll take the rear.
Fire at will but only when you're sure you can hit it. Set it off on a stampede
and I'll have your guts for garters."
"Yes
sir." Tenpou signalled to his men and they began moving, as quietly as
possible, towards the side of the agitated trees. The roars became louder.
Tenpou frowned.
"It's
moving in our direction," he said. He held his stun-gun ready. "Fan
out as you go towards it and don't get caught all together."
They moved
more swiftly, making a wide circle that then closed in on the unbroken part of
the forest. Tenpou still kept to the lead and the shortest route in, to be
there first. There was a crack like thunder and a huge branch, thicker than a
man, came falling across his path. He flattened against a neighbouring trunk
and peered into the shifting darkness.
Something
bellowed and reared upwards thirty feet in front of him. It was big, yes, big
as a house. And wounded. Moonlight showed the strips of flesh hanging off the
scaly body, in more than one place, that swayed sickeningly when the thing
moved.
"It's
hurt bad," a voice whispered behind him. It was his lieutenant, catching
up with him. "It'll be really dangerous now."
"Yes,"
Tenpou said, distracted. The beast launched itself furiously at another tree
that cracked and bent under the onslaught. The roaring came again, mixed with a
high-pitched hissing sound. The branches were waving- flapping, almost. No, not
branches, those were-
The world
turned upside down inside Tenpou's head. The one clear thought in it was, It
has no front legs, as if that explained everything. It has no front
legs, it has wings.
"It's a
trap!" he said urgently. "Tell the others- get word to the other
parties, and quick! Back!! Get back!!" he yelled to the dark woods
behind him. "It's a trap!!" His lieutenant was already running into
the trees. Hopefully he'd be in time.
Tenpou turned back to the huge
body before him. Its head waved above him hissing fury and menace. He walked
forward and stopped when he was certain the monster could see him clearly. Then
he saluted.
"Tenpou Shoushou of the
celestial army of the West reporting for duty. If there is any way he may be of
assistance to your Excellency I beg you will make it known to him."
The beast growled in reply. Not
angry, not exactly- not angry in the way of a ferocious animal; and certainly
not injured. Annoyed. Frustrated. It put one great leg forward- to take a step?
No. It hissed at him again. Tenpou came closer.
A large
sheet of skin flapped on the leg, tattered to ribbons at the edges from the
attempts to dislodge it. It was still attached around the ankle. Tenpou took
hold of it.
"Will
this hurt--" he began but a curt growl, almost a bark, shut him up. Of
course not, fool, it conveyed. Just pull, and be quick about it.
"Yes
sir." He pulled. The skin came off like rotten velvet disintegrating.
Satisfaction radiated from the beast. Finally. Tenpou had his mouth open
to ask if there was anything more but never got to say it. There was a blast of
wind that knocked him backwards. The great body rose high overhead on its wings
and disappeared in the direction of the ocean.
Three days
later the army assembled a second time to greet their commander on his return.
Tenpou kept his eyes fixed forward to avoid catching Goujun's eye, though it
felt rather like an ostrich in the sand. Especially as he was summoned shortly
thereafter to Goujun's office, which he'd known would happen because Taigan had
told him so, furiously, when they met again that night Down Below. The Marshal
was there, looking thunderous, and Taigan, looking vexed, and Senshin, who just
looked worried.
The Dragon
regarded him without expression.
"Shoushou,
I am told that in my absence you accompanied Taigan and Senshin on a mission
Down Below to dispose of a rampaging youkai beast. While there you ordered your
own men to stay back in defiance of your own instructions; sent false
information to the rest of the squads to keep them away; went after the beast
yourself, and then failed to subdue it. Is this true?"
"By and
large, sir, yes it is."
"By and
large?"
"My
actions were based on a theory I had about the situation, which in the event
would seem to have proven mistaken--"
"You
just wanted to grab all the glory for yourself!" Taigan burst out.
"Well,
if you want a job done properly--" Tenpou suggested.
"Individual
initiative is not a virtue in the military." Goujun's flat statement ended
the matter.
"No
sir. My apologies, sir."
"Your
apologies are due to the general and the lieutenant."
"Yes
sir." He turned to the others and saluted. "Taigan Taishou, Senshin
Chuujou, I apologize for my actions and the trouble and annoyance they caused
you."
"Very
well," Goujun said before they could respond. "You will be docked
half-pay for the next period. Keep your nose clean from now on, Shoushou."
"Yes
sir."
"Marshal,
you and the others can go. I want a word in private with Tenpou."
The others
saluted and turned to leave. Taigan gave him a meaning glower in passing, Senshin
a worried glance. The door closed behind them. Tenpou looked back at Goujun and
found himself caught in the narrow red and gold stare. It was the first time
the full force of the commander's attention had been focussed on him
personally, and the parallel to snakes and small birds was unavoidable.
Dragons
aren't like us. No, very definitely not.
"And?"
Goujun said.
"Does
your Majesty not have human-form servants at home?" That was what he'd
been wondering most about.
"Yes."
"Then
why not use them to umm--?"
Goujun sat
back. Some of the fierce concentration lifted from Tenpou.
"In my
observation, once kami reach adulthood they shed nothing but their hair, and
the experience causes you no pain. Correct?"
"Psychologically
I hear it's very painful, but physically, yes, that's right."
Goujun's
thin eyebrows quirked for a moment. "So you have nothing to compare it
with." His mouth pursed. "We find the process uncomfortable at best,
maddening at worst. It tends to make us irritable, prone to quarrelling and often
to violence. The company of others is unbearable and usually unadvised."
"Ahh."
Tenpou considered this. "Actually, now I think of it, the females of our
species do shed the lining of certain organs on a regular basis. One hears it
results in a not dissimilar mindset. So to that extent I can appreciate your
Excellency's situation."
There was no
immediate reply. Goujun went on looking at him, thinking his own thoughts. At
last he said. "You have certain qualities I don't usually associate with
the military. Perceptiveness, intuition, sensitivity to nuance. And, naturally,
discretion." That last managed to be both statement and question simultaneously
"I wouldn't
call it discretion, sir. Prudence, more." He gave Goujun his wooliest
smile. "The beast I encountered the other day was quite formidable. It
could have flattened me with a single step. And when I consider that it's only
one of a whole tribe of such creatures- really, I'm overwhelmed into
silence."
Goujun gave him a grin, there and
gone. It was by far the most disconcerting thing he'd ever done.
"You'll
go far, Shoushou."
"I
trust not," Tenou said, too rattled to be other than truthful.
Goujun's eyebrows
rose in surprise. Displeasure too, no doubt.
"Calling a superior's
attention to yourself, for good or ill, is always a bad idea when you want to
lead a quiet life," Tenpou explained. "Naturally I must regret the
contretemps that drew me to yours. Middle rank, a little action, chances to
further my studies of Down Below- really, I don't want more than that." Couldn't
we just agree to forget this ever happened?
Goujun took
his eyes off Tenpou at last. He leaned back in his chair and picked up one of
the papers before him, dismissal clear in his attitude. "As you like,
then, Shoushou. We'll forget this ever happened. You may go."
mjj
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