Memoirs of a Geisha (42 page)

“When was the last time you spoke with your old friend Nobu?”

“Not in quite some time, Chairman,” I said. “To tell the truth, I have the impression Nobu-san may be angry with me.”

The Chairman was looking down into his handkerchief as he refolded it. “Friendship is a precious thing, Sayuri,” he said. “One mustn't throw it away.”

*  *  *

I thought about this conversation often over the weeks that followed. Then one day late in April, I was putting on my makeup for a performance of
Dances of the Old Capital
, when a young apprentice I hardly knew came to speak with me. I put down my makeup brush, expecting her to ask a favor—because our okiya was still well supplied with things others in Gion had learned to do without. But instead she said:

“I'm terribly sorry to trouble you, Sayuri-san, but my name is Takazuru. I wondered if you would mind helping me. I know you were once very good friends with Nobu-san . . .”

After months and months of wondering about him, and feeling terribly ashamed for what I'd done, just to hear Nobu's name when I didn't expect it was like opening storm shutters and feeling the first draft of air.

“We must all help each other whenever we can, Takazuru,” I said. “And if it's a problem with Nobu-san, I'm especially interested. I hope he's well.”

“Yes, he is well, ma'am, or at least I think so. He comes to the Awazumi Teahouse, in East Gion. Do you know it?”

“Oh, yes, I know it,” I said. “But I had no idea Nobu-san visited there.”

“Yes, ma'am, quite often,” Takazuru told me. “But . . . may I ask, Sayuri-san? You've known him a long while, and . . . well, Nobu-san is a kind man, isn't he?”

“Takazuru-san, why do you ask me? If you've been spending time with him, surely you know whether or not he is kind!”

“I'm sure I must sound foolish. But I'm so confused! He asks for me every time he comes to Gion, and my older sister tells me he's as good a patron as any girl could hope for. But now she's angry with me because I've cried in front of him several times. I know I shouldn't do it, but I can't even promise I won't do it again!”

“He is being cruel to you, is he?”

By way of answering, poor Takazuru clenched her trembling lips together, and in a moment tears began to pool at the edges of her lids, so much that her little round eyes seemed to gaze up at me from two puddles.

“Sometimes Nobu-san doesn't know how harsh he sounds,” I told her. “But he must like you, Takazuru-san. Otherwise, why would he ask for you?”

“I think he asks for me only because I'm someone to be mean to,” she said. “One time he did say my hair smelled clean, but then he told me what a nice change that was.”

“It's strange that you see him so often,” I said. “I've been hoping for months to run into him.”

“Oh, please don't, Sayuri-san! He already says how nothing about me is as good as you. If he sees you again, he'll only think the worse of me. I know I shouldn't bother you with my problems, ma'am, but . . . I thought you might know something I could do to please him. He likes stimulating conversation, but I never know what to say. Everyone tells me I'm not a very bright girl.”

People in Kyoto are trained to say things like this; but it struck me that this poor girl might be telling the truth. It wouldn't have surprised me if Nobu regarded her as nothing more than the tree where the tiger might sharpen its claws. I couldn't think of anything helpful, so in the end I suggested she read a book about some historical event Nobu might find interesting, and tell the story to him bit by bit when they met. I myself had done this sort of thing from time to time—for there were men who liked nothing more than to sit back with their eyes watery and half-closed, and listen to the sound of a woman's voice. I wasn't sure it would work with Nobu, but Takazuru seemed very grateful for the idea.

*  *  *

Now that I knew where to find Nobu, I was determined to go and see him. I felt terribly sorry I'd made him angry with me; and of course, I might never see the Chairman again without him. I certainly didn't want to cause Nobu pain, but I thought perhaps by meeting with him I could find some way of resuming our friendship. The trouble was, I couldn't drop in uninvited at the Awazumi, for I had no formal relationship with the teahouse. So in the end I made up my mind to stroll past during the evening whenever I could, in the hopes of bumping into Nobu on his way there. I knew his habits well enough to make a fair guess about the time he might arrive.

For eight or nine weeks I kept up this plan. Then at last one evening I spotted him emerging from the back of a limousine in the dark alleyway ahead of me. I knew it was him, because the empty sleeve of his jacket, pinned at the shoulder, gave him an unmistakable silhouette. The driver was handing him his briefcase as I neared. I stopped in the light of a lantern there in the alley, and let out a little gasp that would sound like delight. Nobu looked in my direction just as I'd hoped.

“Well, well,” he said. “One forgets how lovely a geisha can look.” He spoke in such a casual tone, I had to wonder whether he knew it was me.

“Why, sir, you sound like my old friend Nobu-san,” I said. “But you can't be him, for I have the impression he has disappeared completely from Gion!”

The driver closed the door, and we stood in silence until the car pulled away.

“I'm so relieved,” I said, “to see Nobu-san again at last! And what luck for me that he should be standing in the shadows rather than in the light.”

“Sometimes I don't have the least idea what you're talking about, Sayuri. You must have learned this from Mameha. Or maybe they teach it to all geisha.”

“With Nobu-san standing in the shadows, I'm unable to see the angry expression on his face.”

“I see,” he said. “So you think I'm angry with you?”

“What else am I to think, when an old friend disappears for so many months? I suppose you're going to tell me that you've been too busy to come to the Ichiriki.”

“Why do you say it as if it couldn't possibly be true?”

“Because I happen to know that you've been coming to Gion often. But don't bother to ask me how I know. I won't tell you unless you agree to come on a stroll with me.”

“All right,” said Nobu. “Since it's a pleasant evening—”

“Oh, Nobu-san, don't say that. I'd much rather you said, ‘Since I've bumped into an old friend I haven't seen in so long, I can't think of anything I'd rather do than go on a stroll with her.' ”

“I'll take a walk with you,” he said. “You may think whatever you like about my reasons for doing it.”

I gave a little bow of assent to this, and we set off together down the alley in the direction of Maruyama Park. “If Nobu-san wants me to believe he isn't angry,” I said, “he should act friendlier, instead of like a panther who hasn't been fed for months. No wonder poor Takazuru is so terrified of you . . .”

“So she's spoken to you, has she?” said Nobu. “Well, if she weren't such an infuriating girl—”

“If you don't like her, why do you ask for her every time you come to Gion?”

“I've never asked for her, not even once! It's her older sister who keeps pushing her at me. It's bad enough you've reminded me of her. Now you're going to take advantage of bumping into me tonight to try to shame me into liking her!”

“Actually, Nobu-san, I didn't ‘bump' into you at all. I've been strolling down that alley for weeks just for the purpose of finding you.”

This seemed to give Nobu something to think about, for we walked along in silence a few moments. Finally he said, “I shouldn't be surprised. You're as conniving a person as I know.”

“Nobu-san! What else was I to do?” I said. “I thought you had disappeared completely. I might never have known where to find you, if Takazuru hadn't come to me in tears to say how badly you've been treating her.”

“Well, I have been hard on her, I suppose. But she isn't as clever as you—or as pretty, for that matter. If you've been thinking I'm angry with you, you're quite right.”

“May I ask what I have done to make an old friend so angry?”

Here Nobu stopped and turned to me with a terribly sad look in his eyes. I felt a fondness welling up in me that I've known for very few men in my life. I was thinking how much I had missed him, and how deeply I had wronged him. But though I'm ashamed to admit it, my feelings of fondness were tinged with pity.

“After a considerable amount of effort,” he said, “I have discovered the identity of your
danna
.”

“If Nobu-san had asked me, I would have been glad to tell him.”

“I don't believe you. You geisha are the most close-mouthed group of people. I asked around Gion about your
danna
, and one after another they all pretended not to know. I never would have found out, if I hadn't asked Michizono to come entertain me one night, just the two of us.”

Michizono, who was about fifty at the time, was a sort of legend in Gion. She wasn't a beautiful woman, but she could sometimes put even Nobu in a good mood just from the way she crinkled her nose at him when she bowed hello.

“I made her play drinking games with me,” he went on, “and I won and won until poor Michizono was quite drunk. I could have asked her anything at all and she would have told me.”

“What a lot of work!” I said.

“Nonsense. She was very enjoyable company. There was nothing like work about it. But shall I tell you something? I have lost respect for you, now that I know your
danna
is a little man in uniform whom no one admires.”

“Nobu-san speaks as if I have any choice over who my
danna
is. The only choice I can ever make is what kimono I'll wear. And even then—”

“Do you know why that man has a desk job? It's because no one trusts him with anything that matters. I understand the army very well, Sayuri. Even his own superiors have no use for him. You may as well have made an alliance with a beggar! Really, I was once very fond of you, but—”

“Once? Is Nobu-san not fond of me any longer?”

“I have no fondness for fools.”

“What a cold thing to say! Are you only trying to make me cry? Oh, Nobu-san! Am I a fool because my
danna
is a man you can't admire?”

“You geisha! There was never a more irritating group of people. You go around consulting your almanacs, saying, ‘Oh, I can't walk toward the east today, because my horoscope says it's unlucky!' But then when it's a matter of something affecting your entire lives, you simply look the other way.”

“It's less a matter of looking the other way than of closing our eyes to what we can't stop from happening.”

“Is that so? Well, I learned a few things from my talk with Michizono that night when I got her drunk. You are the daughter of the okiya, Sayuri. You can't pretend you have no influence at all. It's your duty to use what influence you have, unless you want to drift through life like a fish belly-up on the stream.”

“I wish I could believe life really is something more than a stream that carries us along, belly-up.”

“All right, if it's a stream, you're still free to be in this part of it or that part, aren't you? The water will divide again and again. If you bump, and tussle, and fight, and make use of whatever advantages you might have—”

“Oh, that's fine, I'm sure, when we have advantages.”

“You'd find them everywhere, if you ever bothered to look! In my case, even when I have nothing more than—I don't know—a chewed-up peach pit, or something of the sort, I won't let it go to waste. When it's time to throw it out, I'll make good and certain to throw it at somebody I don't like!”

“Nobu-san, are you counseling me to throw peach pits?”

“Don't joke about it; you know perfectly well what I'm saying. We're very much alike, Sayuri. I know they call me ‘Mr. Lizard' and all of that, and here you are, the loveliest creature in Gion. But that very first time I saw you at the sumo tournament years ago—what were you, fourteen?—I could see what a resourceful girl you were even then.”

“I've always believed that Nobu-san thinks me more worthy than I really am.”

“Perhaps you're right. I thought you had something more to you, Sayuri. But it turns out you don't even understand where your destiny lies. To tie your fortunes to a man like the General! I would have taken proper care of you, you know. It makes me so furious to think about it! When this General is gone from your life, he'll leave nothing for you to remember him by. Is this how you intend to waste your youth? A woman who acts like a fool is a fool, wouldn't you say?”

If we rub a fabric too often, it will quickly grow threadbare; and Nobu's words had rasped against me so much, I could no longer maintain that finely lacquered surface Mameha had always counseled me to hide behind. I felt lucky to be standing in shadow, for I was certain Nobu would think still less of me if he saw the pain I was feeling. But I suppose my silence must have betrayed me; for with his one hand he took my shoulder and turned me just a fraction, until the light fell on my face. And when he looked me in the eyes, he let out a long sigh that sounded at first like disappointment.

“Why do you seem so much older to me, Sayuri?” he said after a moment. “Sometimes I forget you're still a girl. Now you're going to tell me I've been too harsh with you.”

“I cannot expect that Nobu-san should act like anyone but Nobu-san,” I said.

“I react very badly to disappointment, Sayuri. You ought to know that. Whether you failed me because you're too young or because you aren't the woman I thought . . . either way you failed me, didn't you?”