“And this is what Hideyoshi’s democracy really developed! A war, and all the men at the enemy’s beck and call. Had I Yodogima’s strength I’d close these doors—but I can; I’ll make the barons defend their own vested interests. Diplomacy shall yet avail the state,” resolved he, cold and set.

“Esyo?”

“What is it,” demanded she.

“Tell Yodogima that Ieyasu would like to call, in conference, at her pleasure. Will you do me the kindness?”

“Yes, honorable father-in-law. When, please?”

“Forthwith, my good Esyo.”

Esyo went, but delivered instead an ultimatum.

“I came to thank you for the loan of Kyogoku, Yodogima,” said she, artfully.

“But he played me a trick?”

“Did you expect more?”