Kenzaburo Oe - Somersault

Watching the little band until it turned into the newly reconditioned path leading to the north shore, Kizu retreated from the window. How should he best greet Patron? Should he thank him for using his spiritual powers to rid him of cancer?

Honestly, though, Kizu didn't feel he could attribute the disappearance of his cancer to anything Patron did. Once it was gone, even the pain that had held his entire being in its crushing grip was hard to remember as something real. Similarly, though the doctor who declared he didn't have cancer didn't say it had disappeared, right now that seemed like a reasonable way to think about it.

As they heard Patron and his group approaching up the slope, Ms. Asuka opened the window to catch the cool breeze, switched on the light, and went to the front door, taking care that mosquitoes and other flying insects didn't invade the house through cracks in the shutters.

Patron and Morio came in and Ms. Asuka called to the young body- guards to do likewise, but they were determined to remain outside. As Kizu greeted them from where he sat in an armchair from the bedroom in the large room, now one big studio, Morio called out "Ah!" in a loud voice.

"What's the matter, Morio? Don't be rude, now," Patron said reprovingly.

From behind Patron, Morio put his right arm on Patron's shoulder and half hid behind him, held his left hand in front of his face, and said in a piti- ful voice, "Ah! Ah! He's supposed to be dead!"

With Morio leaning on him, Patron swayed a bit and turned his now somewhat thinner and less conspicuous double chin toward Kizu. His eyes, with their heavy folds at the outer corners, might look weak at first, but Kizu could detect a thorough egocentrism at work in them that was calm and yet concealed deeper currents of emotion.

"In the sermon I gave telling how you recovered and returned to the Hollow," Patron said, "I said you'd died once and been reborn. I also said that because of this, in your body with its new life dwelling in it, it was only natu- ral for the cancer of your old life to disappear without a trace. Morio was quite moved by this. He likes to paint mental pictures of what life is like in heaven, and he came up with the vision of the soul first taking the form of a simple grouping of sounds. I think that led to the notion of a more concrete vision of something-not a person exactly-that's walking the earth."

Patron removed Morio's arm from his shoulder. Then, holding his quaking companion, he turned to Ms. Asuka.

"Bring a chair and place it beside the desk next to the wall on the north side. Do that and he'll calm down. Morio, you need to pull yourself together, okay? So be brave." He watched Morio carefully.

After Ms. Asuka made the space for Morio, Patron asked Kizu to stand up and adjust his chair too, so it faced the studio part of the room. Ms. Asuka brought over a chair for Patron from the studio and set it down on the lake side. Kizu and Patron settled down, sitting diagonally across from each other, about three yards apart. After regaining his cool, Morio was able to lift his face from his arms to discover Patron straight across from him.

"I'm happy to see you looking so well," Patron said, in a renewed greeting.

"You look well too," Kizu said fervently. "You seem to have gotten slim- mer. The line of your chin is different from when I drew you."

Patron fixed his gaze on the drawing Kizu had attached to the middle panel of the triptych. "I feel like my face has gotten thinner, though I haven't been moving about any more than usual, even with starting the Church of the New Man. I'm expecting great things from you now in our church, but at the same time I feel a bit sheepish saying this. After all, you'll be going through rehabilitation for some time."

"Morio's reaction was quite honest," Kizu said, "saying he thought I was dead. That really struck me. I'm sure your sermon convinced all the mem- bers of the church. I do feel like I died and was reborn, though I didn't notice my rebirth when it was happening."

"That's a pretty common reaction, I think-the way most people deal with death," Patron said. "We don't have the strength to go through the dra- matic kinds of death and rebirth you find in the Gospels… but it certainly is excellent news that all your symptoms of cancer are gone."

"I'm very thankful."

As if to let Kizu's words, unexpected, and entirely natural, pass by, Patron turned to gaze at his portrait. He remained silent, as if waiting for Kizu to continue in another direction. But Kizu had nothing left to say. When the young doctor at the Red Cross Hospital told him it was strange he didn't make absolutely sure about the existence of his cancer, he'd replied that he never doubted that he did have cancer, though he had to admit that his actions had been ambiguous. Even now, he couldn't wipe that ambiguity away.

"With the rehabilitation you need to go through, I know this will seem like I'm rushing you," Patron said, "but when will you be able to start work again on this large oil painting? I know it must be physically tiring to paint a large tableau."

"Admittedly, the operation has taken something out of me, but I should be back on my feet soon," Kizu replied, although he knew this was pushing things. "I should be able to start again before long."

"Can you finish it before the summer conference?"

Kizu nodded.

"One of the reasons I came over tonight was to ask you that, even though I know you're very tired," Patron said. "Ikuo very much wants to show the triptych to people who will be new members of the Church of the New Man who come to the conference from all over the country. He's also thinking of opening the chapel to local people and tourists who want to see it. There are a lot of people interested in the miracle that took place in your body, which they connect up with my wound. Nothing could satisfy them more than see- ing the painting you did of my bare torso.

"Ikuo sees the summer conference as the national debut of our Church of the New Man. He's been working with the Fireflies on a plan to help make it a success and says he'd like to make viewing the triptych part of the orien- tation for the participants. I have one more related request: Before you begin work on your painting again, would you take a look at my body one more time? Right now. I know it's sudden-"

"No, not at all," Kizu said, trying to compensate for his surprised expression. "If anything was sudden, it was me collapsing when you were modeling."

Still seated, Patron very carefully began to unbutton his brand-new shirt from the top. The fact that he wore no undershirt struck Kizu as odd, since men of their age usually did. Patron sat up in his chair, and when he finished removing his shirt completely this feeling of oddness grew even greater. Kizu gazed at Patron's side and got the same impression one gets looking at the face of someone with thick glasses who's just removed them.

"Ah," Kizu sighed. The Sacred Wound was gone! He stared hard at Patron's flank. Patron twisted his shoulder in response, slightly rotating his chest. There was a round rose-colored spot on his side. It was a smooth mark, as if left by a heated cup pressed against the skin and not released until the air inside had cooled.

"I'd like you to complete the triptych as you've done in the drawings,"

Patron said, "with the hole still open. I know you're still trying to get used to the idea that your cancer has disappeared, and likewise I'm still unsure what my wound's closing up means. Though in the part of the triptych where I'm confronting Ikuo, I think it makes more sense for the wound to be open." He rubbed the now-healed smooth skin where the wound had been, as if he were massaging his tired eyes.

"I should be able to complete the painting based on the sketches I made when the wound was oozing and you were feverish," Kizu said. "The ones I did before I collapsed. But there'll be a lot of people coming to the chapel who've been moved by the legend of the Sacred Wound. If by chance they find out the wound has healed, won't there be trouble?"