Nicholas Trelawney, Mail on Sunday
''A passionate portrait of suffering ... a strange and gripping tale of a nation''s deflowerment''
The Times
''A herculean achievement . . . strong plot and strong characterisation''
Daily Telegraph
''A world of intrigue, violence and betrayal, where the only certainty is that that no-one can be trusted''
Chicago Sun-Times
''GAI-JIN is a major read''
New York Times
''A grand historical perspective . . . absorbing . . . full of rich characters and complicated
內容簡介：
East meets West. The stake? Power in Japan…
關於作者：
James Clavell, the son of a Royal Navy family, was educated in Portsmouth before, as a young artillery officer, he was captured by the Japanese at the Fall of Singapore. It was on this experience that his bestselling novel KING RAT was based. He maintained this oriental interest in his other great works: TAI-PAN, SHOGUN, NOBLE HOUSE and GAI JIN..
內容試閱：
Chapter One
Yokohama
14th September 1862:
The panic-stricken girl was galloping full speed back towards the coast, half a mile ahead, along footpaths that led precariously through the rice swamps and paddy fields. The afternoon sun bore down. She rode sidesaddle and though normally expert, today she could hardly keep her balance. Her hat had vanished and her green riding habit, the height of Parisian fashion, was ripped by brambles and speckled with blood, tawny fair hair streaming in the wind.
She whipped the pony faster. Now she could see the tiny hovels of the Yokohama fishing village clustering the high fence and canals that enclosed the Foreign Settlement and spires of the two small churches within and knew, thankfully, in the bay beyond were British, French, American and Russian merchantmen and a dozen warships, both steam and sail.
Faster. Over narrow wooden bridges and canals and irrigation ditches that crisscrossed the paddy and swamps. Her pony was lathered with sweat, a deep wound on his shoulder and tiring rapidly. He shied. A bad moment but she recovered, and now she swerved onto the path that led through the village to the bridge over the encircling canal and to the main gate and the samurai guard house, and Japanese Customs House.
The two-sworded samurai sentries saw her coming and moved to intercept, but she charged through them into the wide main street of the Settlement proper on the seafront. One of the samurai guards rushed for an officer.
She reined in, panting. "Au secours... ? l''aide, help!"
The promenade was almost deserted, most of the inhabitants at siesta or yawning in their countinghouses, or dallying in the Pleasure Houses outside the fence.
"Help!" she called out again and again, and the few men spread along its length, British traders and off-duty soldiers and sailors mostly, some Chinese servants, looked up startled.
"God Almighty, look there! It''s the French girl... "
"What''s amiss? Christ, look at her clothes... "
"Cor, it''s her, the smasher, Angel Tits, arrived couple of weeks ago... "
"That''s right, Angelique... Angelique Beecho or Reecho, some Frog name like that.... "
"My God, look at the blood!"
Everyone began converging on her, except the Chinese who, wise after millennia of sudden trouble, vanished. Faces began to appear in windows.
"Charlie, fetch Sir William on the double!"
"Christ Almighty, look at her pony, poor bugger will bleed to death, get the vet," a corpulent trader called out. "And you, soldier, quick, get the General, and the Frog, she''s his ward—oh, for God''s sake, the French Minister, hurry!" Impatiently he pointed at a single-story house flying the French flag. "Hurry!" he bellowed. The soldier rushed off, and he trundled for her as fast as he could. Like all traders he wore a top hat and woolen frock coat, tight pants, boots, and sweated in the sun. "What on earth happened, Miss Angelique?" he said, grabbing her bridle, aghast at the dirt and blood that speckled her face and clothes and hair. "Are you hurt?"
"Moi, non... no, I think not but we were attacked... Japanners attacked us." She was trying to catch her breath and stop shaking, still in terror, and pushed the hair out of her face. Urgently she pointed inland westwards, Mount Fuji vaguely on the horizon. "Back there, quick, they need—need help!"
Those nearby were appalled and noisily began relaying the half news to others and asking questions: Who? Who was attacked? Are they French or British? Attacked? Where? Two-sword bastards again! Where the hell did this happen... ?
Questions overlaid other questions and gave her no time to answer, nor could she yet, coherently, her chest heaving, everyone pressing closer, crowding her. More and more men poured into the street putting on coats and hats, many already armed with pistols and muskets, a few with the latest American breech-loading rifles. One of these men, a big-shouldered, bearded Scot, ran down the steps of an imposing two-story building. Over the portal was "Struan and Company." He shoved his way through to her in the uproar.
"Quiet, for God''s sake!" he shouted, and in the sudden lull, "Quick, tell us what happened. Where''s young Mr. Struan?"
"Oh, Jamie, je... I—I... " The girl made a desperate effort to collect herself, disoriented. "Oh, mon Dieu!"
He reached up and patted her shoulder like a child, to gentle her, adoring her, like all of them. "Don''t worry, you''re safe now, Miss Angelique. Take your time. Give her some room, for God''s sake!" Jamie McFay was thirty-nine, chief manager of Struan''s in Japan. "Now, tell us what happened."
She brushed away the tears, her tawny hair askew. "We... we were attacked—attacked by samurai," she said, her voice tiny and accent pleasing. Everyone craned to hear better. "We were... we were on the... on the big road... " Again she pointed inland. "It was there."
"The Tokaido?"
"Yes, that''s it, the Tokaido... " This great coastal trunk toll road, a little over a mile west of the Settlement, joined the Shogun''s forbidden capital, Yedo, twenty miles northwards, to the rest of Japan, also forbidden to all foreigners. "We were... riding.... " She stopped and then the words poured out: "Mr. Canterbury, and Phillip Tyrer and Malcolm—Mr. Struan—and me, we were riding along the road and then there were some... a long line of samurai with banners and we wait to let them pass then we... then two of them rush us, they wound Mr. Canterbury, charge Malcolm—Mr. Struan—who had his pistol out and Phillip who shout me to run away, to get help." The shaking began again. "Quick, they need help!"
Already men were rushing for mounts, and more guns. Angry shouts began: "Someone get the troops... "
"Samurai got John Canterbury, Struan, and that young chap Tyrer—they''ve been chopped on the Tokaido."
"Christ, she says samurai have killed some of our lads!"
"Where did this happen?" Jamie McFay called out above the noise, curbing his frantic impatience. "Can you describe the place where this happened, exactly where?"
"By the roadside, before Kana... Kana something."
"Kanagawa?" he asked, naming a small way station and fishing village on the Tokaido, a mile across the bay, three odd miles by coastal road.
"Oui—yes. Kanagawa! Hurry!"
Horses were being led out of the Struan stables, saddled and ready. Jamie slung a rifle over his shoulder. "Don''t worry, we''ll find them quickly. But Mr. Struan? Did you see if he got away—if he was hurt?"
"Non. I saw nothing, just the beginning, poor Mr. Canterbury, he... I was riding beside him when they... " The tears flooded. "I did not look back, I obeyed without... and came to get help."
Her name was Angelique Richaud. She was just eighteen. This was the first time she had been outside the fence.
McFay jumped into the saddle and whirled away. Christ Almighty, he thought in anguish, we haven''t had any trouble for a year or more, otherwise I''d never have let them go. I''m responsible; Malcolm''s heir apparent and I''m responsible! In the Name of God, what the hell happened?
Without delay, McFay, a dozen or so traders, and a Dragoon officer with three of his lancers found John Canterbury on the side of the Tokaido, but viewing him was more difficult. He was decapitated and parts of his limbs were scattered nearby. Ferocious sword cuts were patterned all over his body, almost any one of which would have been a death blow. There was no sign of Tyrer and Struan, or the column of samurai. None of the passersby knew anything about the murder, who had done it, or when or why.
"Would the other two have been kidnapped, Jamie?" an American asked queasily.
"I don''t know, Dmitri." McFay tried to get his brain working. "Someone better go back and tell Sir William and get... and bring a shroud or coffin." White-faced, he studied the passing crowds, who carefully did not look in his direction but observed everything.
The well-kept, beaten earth roadway was massed with disciplined streams of travellers to and from Yedo, which one day would be called Tokyo. Men, women and children of all ages, rich and poor, all Japanese but for an occasional long-gowned Chinese. Predominately men, all wearing kimonos of various styles and modesty, and many different hats of cloth and straw. Merchants, half-naked porters, orange-robed Buddhist priests, farmers going to or coming from market, itinerant soothsayers, scribes, teachers and poets. Many litters and palanquins of all kinds for people or goods with two, four, six or eight bearers. The few strutting samurai amongst the crowds stared at them balefully as they passed.
"They know who did it, all of them," McFay said.
"Sure. Matyeryebitz!" Dmitri Syborodin, the American, a heavyset, brown-haired man of thirty-eight, roughly clothed and a friend of Canterbury, was seething. "It''d be goddam easy to force one of them." Then they noticed a dozen or so samurai standing in a group down the road, watching them. Many had bows and all Westerners knew what adept archers samurai were.
"Not so easy, Dmitri," McFay said.
Pallidar, the young Dragoon officer, said crisply, "Very easy to deal with them, Mr. McKay, but ill-advised without permission—unless of course they attack us. You''re quite safe." Settry Pallidar detailed a dragoon to fetch a detachment from the camp, with a coffin, the American visibly irritated by his imperiousness. "You''d better search t...
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