Shogun (The Asian Saga Chronology) by James Clavell Page A

and a weird pallor to his skin where it is covered and redness where it is exposed.  Astonishing!  I thought all men had black hair and dark eyes.  We all do.  The Chinese do, and isn't China the whole world, except for the land of the southern Portugee barbarians?  Astonishing!  And why does Father Sebastio hate this man so much?  Because he's a Satan worshiper?  I wouldn't think so, because Father Sebastio could cast out the devil if he wanted.  Eeee, I've never seen the good Father so angry.  Never.  Astonishing!
    Are blue eyes and golden hair the mark of Satan?
    Mura looked up at Blackthorne and remembered how he had tried to question him aboard the ship and then, when this Captain had become unconscious, he had decided to bring him to his own house because he was the leader and should have special consideration.  They had laid him on the quilt and undressed him, more than just a little curious.
    "His Peerless Parts are certainly impressive, neh? " Mura's mother, Saiko, had said.  "I wonder how large he would be when erect?"
    "Large," he had answered and they had all laughed, his mother and wife and friends and servants, and the doctor.
    "I expect their women must be—must be as well endowed," his wife, Niji, said.
    "Nonsense, girl," said his mother.  "Any number of our courtesans could happily make the necessary accommodation."  She shook her head in wonder.  "I've never seen anything like him in my whole life.  Very odd indeed, neh? "
    They had washed him and he had not come out of his coma.  The doctor had thought it unwise to immerse him in a proper bath until he was awake.  "Perhaps we should remember, Mura-san, we don't know how the barbarian really is," he had said with careful wisdom.  "So sorry, but we might kill him by mistake.  Obviously he's at the limit of his strength.  We should exercise patience."
    "But what about the lice in his hair?" Mura had asked.
    "They will have to stay for the time being.  I understand all barbarians have them.  So sorry, I'd advise patience."
    "Don't you think we could at least shampoo his head?" his wife had said.  "We'd be very careful.  I'm sure the Mistress would supervise our poor efforts.  That should help the barbarian and keep our house clean."
    "I agree.  You can shampoo him," his mother had said with finality.  "But I'd certainly like to know how large he is when erect."
    Now Mura glanced down at Blackthorne involuntarily.  Then he remembered what the priest had told them about these Satanists and pirates.  God the Father protect us from this evil, he thought.  If I'd known that he was so terrible I would never have brought him into my house.  No, he told himself.  You are obliged to treat him as a special guest until Omi-san says otherwise.  But you were wise to send word to the priest and send word to Omi-san instantly.  Very wise.  You're headman, you've protected the village and you, alone, are responsible.
    Yes.  And Omi-san will hold you responsible for the death this morning and the dead man's impertinence, and quite rightly.
    "Don't be stupid, Tamazaki!  You risk the good name of the village, neh? " he had warned his friend the fisherman a dozen times.  "Stop your intolerance.  Omi-san has no option but to sneer at Christians.  Doesn't our daimyo detest Christians?  What else can Omi-san do?"
    "Nothing, I agree, Mura-san, please excuse me."  Tamazaki had always replied as formally.  "But Buddhists should have more tolerance, neh?   Aren't they both Zen Buddhists?"  Zen Buddhism was self-disciplining; it relied heavily on self-help and meditation to find Enlightenment.  Most samurai belonged to the Zen Buddhist sect, since it suited, seemed almost to be designed for, a proud, death-seeking warrior.
    "Yes, Buddhism teaches tolerance.  But how many times must you be reminded they're samurai, and this is Izu and not Kyushu, and even if it were Kyushu, you're still the one that's wrong.  Always.  Neh? "
    "Yes.