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'Yes； well； people are plex。 They need getting to know。 Seeping in。 Patience。 This is perhaps； difficult for you。 Your father makes it so。 He is patient and impatient。' She shook her head； as。 if bewildered。 'Very inconsistent； yes。 This is still strange to me。' She stroked the nape of his neck。 'You are so much like him in that way。 He does not make friends easily as most foreigners seem to do。 But then； he is no foreigner。
Asia is his home； as it is mine。 We are both children of the East； forging our own pasts。'
'It sounds so difficult； so plex。'
She smiled。 'We could live no other way。〃
Increasingly now； Satsugai and Itami came to dinner。 His aunt had always been somewhat of a fixture around the house … Cheong saw to that。 However； now her husband began to acpany her more frequently。
Listening to Satsugai talk； Nicholas began to understand how Japan had been led blindly into the disastrous war by this man and others like him in the powerful zaibatsu。 Not that Satsugai ever spoke of events before the war or even of the war itself。 As far as he was concerned； the war might as well never have occurred。 Ostrich…like； he seemed utterly blind to the still quite visible scars strewn throughout the cities and the countryside。
'The munists have always been a problem in Japan； Colonel；' Nicholas recalled his saying one chill autumn evening。 The sky was darkening from russet to plum and there was a bitter edge to the wind as it moaned through the pines and the neighbouring cryptomeria； a harbinger of the ing winter。 A fine rain fell obliquely； streaming against the large study windows； rolling like silent tears。 One wretched wren puttered nervously in a tightening circle beneath the inadequate awning of a carefully pruned hedge just outside the window where the rain had caught like pearls on the oval overlapping leaves； a liquid spider's web spun in glistening precision across the expanse of the foliage。 The wren kept its head cocked； eyeing the sky； impatient to be 。off。
'The Party is not so large； even now；' the Colonel had replied。 He tamped down the tobacco in his pipe and carefully lit up。 Sweet blue smoke filled the room。
'My dear Colonel；' Satsugai said； 'one cannot use mere numbers to define danger； especially here in Japan。' He spoke as if Nicholas's father were some visitor to the country。 'One must take into account the virulence of the enemy。 These are more than dedicated people we are discussing。 They are fanatics to the cause of world munism。 One mustn't make the mistake of underestimating them。 That is the way they achieve their first foothold。'
The Colonel said nothing； being busy achieving the proper draw on his pipe。 It was an umber； rough…hewn brier with a curved stem and a high bowl。 It had been with him all through the war and； as such； had bee quite dear to him。 It was a private symbol to him and； though he had well over twenty…five pipes in his collection； this was the one he invariably smoked now。
One gets some peculiar notions in war； the Colonel thought。 Perfectly understandable really because； in the end； when the days are dark with death and the overcast nights filled with a jungle terror； when manders are mowed down by machine…gun fire and mates are blown to bits by mines a pace away from you or slit from throat to navel by a silent invader； those peculiar notions are all that stand between you and utter madness。
The Colonel had got it into his head that as long as he had that pipe； as long as he could pull his hand away from the hot grip of his smoking Sten gun； reach inside his uniform pocket and feel the irregularity of the outside of its bowl； everything would turn out all right。
He recalled with vivid clarity the morning in the early summer of 1945 when his unit had begun its assault on the perimeter of Singapore。 They had just broken camp and were making their way slowly southward； the units in constant walkie…talkie contact。
In the jungle； the Colonel had reached for the forting bowl of the pipe； found it gone。 He paused； peering at the ground behind him； but could find nothing in the muddy tangle of gnarled roots but centipedes and leeches。 A creeping sense of panic had overe him and； without thinking further； he called for his men to backtrack with him until they had returned to the camp area。 He found the pipe half…buried in the silty soil and； brushing it off； was about to order his men out when he heard the first of the rolling reports。 The ground shook as if in an earthquake。 Southward； they saw the violent geysering of earth and foliage； stained red。
Silently； the Colonel waved them out and they crept forward； zigzagging through the dense jungle only to find the entire pany ripped apart； those who had not been caught in the cleverly planted minefield had been taken by sniper fire。 The Colonel felt in his pocket for the pipe。 The brier was warm under his calloused fingers。 He hefted his Sten gun and took his men west； through the stinking mangrove swamp； skirting the bloody deathscape； before turning south again。 In the dead of night they came upon the Japanese encampment from the rear。 They took the perimeter guards out without a sound； stringing them up in the trees as mute witnesses。 The Colonel sent half his men into the southeast。 At 0400 hours precisely； the Colonel and his men opened fire from their position just south of the encampment。 Lead sizzled the air and the Sten guns smoked merrily。 Fully half the encampment went down under that withering fire。 The other half were not so fortunate。 They retreated directly into the line of fire of the second contingent of the Colonel's unit。 Caught in a crossfire； they danced like psychotic marionettes until their bodies literally disintegrated。
At another time the Colonel might have thought it a terrible waste of precious ammunition； but not that searing blast furnace night； a Walpurgisnacht。
'Satsugai；' the Colonel said calmly； the war still vibrating behind his eyes as he languidly blew out a cloud of aromatic smoke； 'you know the history of your country as well as anyone； I daresay。 munism is not a reality for Japan； you know that。 There is far too much tradition against that kind of idealized egalitarianism。 The idea of muneizing Japan is ludicrous； the people would never stand for it。'
Satsugai's face held a hint of a steely smile。 'Whatever I believe is of little importance； hai？ It is what the Americans believe that matters。 They understand the munist menace； they know that we of the zaibatsu are this country's greatest bulwark against munism。 You can't fight it with liberal reform。 Your MacArthur found that out in 1947。'
The Colonel's eyes blazed。 'We all had high hopes for the future of Japan； then …'
'Hopes； Colonel； are for the naive；' the other said blandly。 'Realities must be faced。 The mainland is only just across the genkainada from Fukuoka。 Their threat is quite real； I assure you； they will never stop trying to infiltrate； to subvert the government of Japan。 That's why we require firm measures and the strictest enforcement of regulations。 Liberalism cannot be tolerated here。 Surely you can recognize that。'
'I see only a country being twisted for the ends of certain inter