CHAPTER ONE
Introducing the Shrine and Dazaifu

I like the shrine best in the early morning, before the crowds press in, even
before the priests present themselves at the altar to offer breakfast to the deity. The
rising sun is hidden behind the steep height that hems the compound on the right.
The light is dim, soft and cool. The only visitors are a few townsfolk who comesingly through the towering gate to bow, clap twice, and murmur their prayers. The
pigeons go over the ground hunting something they might have overlookedyesterday. Their cooing overlays the silence.
When sunshine spills into the courtyard I move near to the main hall, look into the closed altar. An altar in some form has stood here since 902. The imposing
building that now rises around it is four hundred years old, but it has been wellcared for. The gold of its pillars could not have glowed more brightly when it was
first applied, the black lacquer glistens, the accents of color are vivid. I pay myrespects, whisper my own prayer.
Along the back streets of the old town, I walk along the dike above thepolluted stream that tumbles out of the mountains to drain this finger of the valley.
In the times I am thinking about, long ago, was this brook clean, I wonder. I like tothink it was, but the Japanese have always used their rivers to carry away theirrefuse. Despite the muck, a pair of white herons make this water their home. They
must be hardy. Or short-lived.
I take country roads to avoid the highway and its traffic, pass sign after sign
pointing to historic remains, emerge at the site of an institution older than theshrine. But for it the shrine would not have come into being.
A few steps up and away from the thoroughfare is a wide expanse between
ridges that embrace it like protective arms. Beyond gently sloping fields rise to the
backdrop of a green mountain. On this broad stage once rose the headquarters of amajor arm of the government, the only one of its kind, the “distant capital”:
Dazaifu.
Dazaifu was here in northern Kyushu because this region was critical. Here,far from the capital, the Japanese islands are closest to the heart of the Asian
continent. Northern Kyushu and southern Korea face each other across the Korea
Strait, the main route for traffic between the continent and the islands. Northern
Kyushu was the gateway to Japan.

Ranged before me are what remains of Dazaifu: almost five hundred
boulders set solidly in the earth, hewn to support the pillars of the structures thatrose here. The patterns of the stones and the roof tiles that came to light in
excavations tell scholars what the buildings looked like.
I stand on the broad stone steps and try to imagine myself here thirteen
hundred years ago. The main gate rises two stories above me. I am uneasy, eyed by
distrustful sentries at flanking guardhouses, hands on the hilts of their swords,
menacing pikes ranged behind them.
I grant myself sufficient status to pass, and face the second gate. Winging
out from it are covered corridors that enclose the compound. Through that gate I
step into a vast courtyard paved with white sand dazzling in the sunlight (magic inmoonlight). The brightness dances off the crimson pillars, the gilded fretwork, thesilvery black of the massive tile roofs. This place was calculated to impress: it isfifty yards wide between the pillared pavilions, two on each side, and a hundred
yards straight ahead, on a walkway of stones polished smooth in river beds, up
more broad steps, to the fifth and greatest hall. From it emerged Dazaifu’s
Governor General, representative of the emperor, symbol of power and authority,
to greet a foreign delegation or the officials from all Kyushu, assembled in thisspace on state occasions.
Dazaifu had a double responsibility. It was established to keep an eye on
foreign lands, which in Japan’s world then meant China and Korea: to monitor
their activities and their intentions, to receive their envoys when they appeared, tosend off Japanese embassies to visit them. The Chinese had been coming, off andon, since at least as early as the first century A.D.: Chinese histories record a return
visit to the Chinese court by a Japanese emissary in the year 57; he did not
represent the ruler of Japan, which the Chinese called Wa, for there was no suchruler; he came from Na (the Chinese called it Nu), one of the hundred or sobelligerent little kingdoms that the Chinese counted in Wa.
The Chinese emperor graciously bestowed on that Japanese visitor of 57 agolden seal signifying his king’s right to rule, for the Chinese viewed eastern Asia
as their world and the barbarian peoples on its fringes as their dependencies. In
1784 a farmer in the old territory of Na dug a gold seal out of one of his fields. Its
ancient characters are taken to read “Vassal King of the Wa country of Na.”
There are later records of Chinese embassies to Wa, and of Japanese
embassies to China. The Japanese were more than once exposed to the grandeur of
the Chinese court and the elaborate ceremonies when that court received thetribute-bearing representatives of its vassals. The Japanese bridled at that status,
but they continued to come, and when time and circumstances made it possible andnecessary, they built Dazaifu in Chinese style and on a scale calculated to impress
even the Chinese, not to mention the Koreans. Dazaifu was a declaration that Japan
too had culture.
Dazaifu’s other responsibility was to administer the island of Kyushu. To
the Japanese court, far away in the region of Nara, Kyushu was a headache, its
people often obstreperous and even rebellious. The problem was handed to
Dazaifu, with extraordinary latitude to deal with it. Here taxes were collected in
kind and in coin, the Shinto shrines and Buddhist temples were supervised, andlaw and order was maintained--usually.
Some time around five centuries ago Dazaifu ceased to exist; its buildings
rotted and crumbled. Some of its foundation stones were filched; they wereready-made building materials. They have been replaced by plastic reproductions
that fool my eyes but ring hollow when I stomp on them. Sometimes, stomping, I
search them out.
Even the stones that are genuine do not represent the beginning of Dazaifu.
They date from a reconstruction a thousand years ago, after a member of thenobility who turned renegade and pirate sacked Dazaifu for its treasure and left its
headquarters and its prosperous city in flames. The charred evidence is in a layerof blackened earth two or three feet down, where lie the foundation stones of thebuildings he burned. They were rebuilt according to the original design.
Even deeper are the remains of the first structures on this site. No foundationstones--apparently there was no time for substantial construction. What is left are
the bases of cedar poles that were stuck into the earth to support a few randomly
placed wooden buildings. (I am amazed at how long wood lasts in earth sealed offfrom air.) It is supposed that those first buildings were construction headquarters
for the major fortifications being built: there was a great fear of invasion from thecontinent.
That emergency grew out of events long before. . . .

CHAPTER TWO
The years: 527 and 528 and the 660s
Principal characters
Iwai, powerful chieftain of northern Kyushu
His sonArakabi, general of the Mononobe clan, leading the army of the
Yamato coalition
On a ridge about twenty miles south of Dazaifu there is a tomb, an ancient
pile of earth whose rounded head and angular base give it the shape of a hugeold-fashioned keyhole. The same shape is found elsewhere in Japan: prodigious
mounds, memorials to rulers of the fifth and sixth centuries.
This one dates from the early sixth century, and my friend the archeologist
Kamei Meitoku has brought me to see it. For nearly fifteen centuries the elements
have worn away at it but its tree-covered slopes still rise sixty feet above us. Thebase of the keyhole is a hundred yards wide, the overall length is almost a hundredand fifty yards, the round is sixty-five yards in diameter; a football field would
rattle around inside.
Walking the perimeter, we are kept from encroaching by a moat, dry today
but wide and deep. Beyond the moat is a ledge, several feet deep; it is empty but
Kamei says that once it held ranks of figures standing guard against double danger:
malicious spirits and natural erosion. Some of those figures were the lively clay
images around two feet tall called haniwa: warriors in armor, horses with saddles
and trappings, mounted warriors; farmers with hoes, singing women, houses,
granaries; chickens and dogs and monkeys. They stood firm, their hollow bases
sunk into the ground. That was their origin: tiles embedded to slow the earth's
washing away; but the craftsmen making them grew bored with such simple
objects and began to sculpture the tops.
An eighth century chronicle gives a fanciful explanation for haniwa. It saysthat in the distant past when a great personage was buried his personal attendants
were assembled and, to insure that they would be present to serve their lord in thenext world, were all buried alive in the precincts of the tomb, upright, with only
their heads above ground. “For several days they died not, but wept and wailed day
and night. At last they died and rotted. Dogs and crows gathered and ate them.”
Finally a merciful emperor decreed that thereafter men of clay should besubstituted for living men. . . . This is a good story, but there is no evidence thatsuch a thing ever happened in Japan; the tale was lifted from Chinese chronicles.

Clay haniwa were installed at tombs all through Japan, but only in this area
did they alternate with figures of stone; Kamei tells me. that were carved from thelocal volcanic rock.”
We reach a feature that makes this tomb unique. Jutting out from the roundtoward the northeast (toward the rising sun?) is a spacious terrace, forty- sevenyards wide and almost as deep. Here we are confronted by a row of fourteen stone
figures, ponderous, hulking.
Kamei recalls the old description of this scene. Early in the eighth century
the central government ordered each of the sixty provinces to submit a report onnatural resources, geographic characteristics, and oral traditions. A fragment of thereport from this province still exists. It concerns this tomb and in part it says: “Astone man stands in judgement before a naked figure prostrate on the ground who
is called 'the thief.' At his side are four stone boars which he stole. There are also
three stone horses, three stone houses, and two stone warehouses.”“There are many uncertainties here,” says Kamei. “No other tomb in Japan
has a terrace like this, and we can't be sure what it was used for. Thateighth- century report calls it 'a place of government' but we don't know that thesefigures stand where they stood originally or that they represent what the report says
they do. A few years ago an exploratory excavation--an X-shaped ditch-uncovered so many haniwa and stone figures that it seems clear that this was aplace for some kind of ritual, and that it was occupied by many more than fourteen
figures.”He gives them a critical glance. “These are reproductions, rather poor
reproductions. The originals are in museums, some in the collection across the road,one as far away as the national museum in Tokyo.”Rarely can scholars assert with confidence for whom one of these gigantic
tombs was constructed, but here they know. It was built for a powerful chieftain
named Iwai. He built it himself, for, like other mighty leaders of the time, hebelieved that was the only way he could be sure of getting what he wanted. He
wanted a tomb exceeding all others on Kyushu because he exceeded all otherchiefs. He achieved his goal. Iwai's tomb is the biggest on Kyushu, but it is empty.
*
He turned his horse and raised himself in his saddle to survey his army.
Mounted swordsmen in front, swordsmen on foot behind them--all tough men withkeen blades--and in the rear stout bowmen to fire over the heads of the swordsmen
into the ranks of the enemy. He had no fear of the outcome: these men would befighting for their homelands. He nodded to his captains ranged before him, lesser
chiefs allegiant to him. They had agreed on the plan of battle, no need formore talk. Their flags whipping in the winter breeze, they cantered
back to their positions, each in front of his own men.
His son remained at his side. This would be his first battle and he prayed not
to disgrace himself--he knew he lacked his father's fire. He found his father
looking into his eyes, expressing more faith in him than he felt in himself. He tried
to look fearless.
The father turned again to face the enemy. He was Iwai, chief of thepowerful clan that held this fertile plain, biggest and richest on Kyushu. These
fruitful lands watered by the Chikugo River were his base, the source of his wealthand power, but he and his liegemen controlled a vaster territory, the northern
two-thirds of Kyushu. And the clans that held southern Kyushu, the rough anduntamed part of the island, were his allies. They were the Hayato; when he issued
his call to arms they had made quick response; Hayato fighting men were massedalongside his.
As warriors the Hayato were formidable, but they brought something moreto the battlefield: an aura of supernatural power. With them was a shaman, apriestess of wizardy, who was now dancing fiercely to put their enemies under aspell. It is written that primal ancestor of the Hayato was given the gift of sorceryby his mother, the goddess of the sea, and because they were a remote anduntouched people (some called them barbaric) they had not lost that gift. Many of
their warriors wore a crimson scarf over their shoulders, a magic symbol. Seeing
those, their enemies were afraid.
Iwai was aware that the Hayato also had a reputation for uncertain loyalty. It
did not worry him. They had been steadfast allies in the past and, like his own men,they would be fighting against an intruder.
This battle had been a long time coming. The army confronting Iwai
belonged to the clans of Yamato, a plain far to the east, in central Honshu, where
eventually the cities of Nara and Osaka and Kyoto would rise. They were many
days' march from their homes.
The clans of Yamato had pretensions. They called their chief “king,”
claimed that he was the ruler of all the islands. Iwai scoffed. Their former “king,” anotoriously vicious and dissolute character, had died without fathering a child, so
womanly a man was he. Their first choice to succeed him had been so terrified
when he sighted the escort they sent to conduct him with dignity to theirheadquarters that he fled into the hills and hadn't been heard of since. Their second
choice and current holder of the title had been plucked from the countryside where
he controlled far less territory with far less power than Iwai.
Like his father and grandfather before him, Iwai considered himself peer tothe Yamato chief. He would be an ally when alliance was profitable but he was not
an underling, not a subject. He would oblige their reasonable requests forassistance but he did not take orders from them. And in recent years they had gone
too far.
They should know they were too far away to rule this region, nor did they
have the necessary wisdom. And they totally misjudged the situation in the land
across the strait. In the chronic warfare over there they persisted in bloody
involvement to support the inevitable loser. That was the road to disaster, and he
had told them so.
Relations across the strait were close and involved and always had been. A
long time ago--twelve or perhaps eighteen thousand years ago--there had been no
strait and the Japanese islands were not islands. They and the Korean peninsula
were a long peninsular appendage to the Asian continent. The first human beings
to set foot on what became Japan walked in.
That was during the Ice Age, when so much of the oceans' water was frozen
in massive icecaps at the poles that the rest was far shallower than it is today; muchthat is now ocean bottom then lay high and dry. Eventually the earth's climate
warmed, glacial ice melted, and the oceans rose. The mounting waters washed overlowlands to carve the peninsula into islands. The bridge to thecontinent disappeared.
That did not stop the people. They crossed in boats, impelled by the ancienturge to find a better place to live. Many came seeking refuge from the wars thatswept the continent as nascent empires fought to survive.
The first comers roamed the forests with their weapons of stone, hunting
game and gathering berries, nuts, and roots. Confronted by the ocean, they quickly
developed an appetite for seafood and left great piles of shells that today are
obvious clues to their seaside camps.
Centuries passed. New waves of immigrants brought new ways: tools andweapons of iron and bronze and the techniques of growing rice. Farming forced
tribes to settle down in villages but not in peace. Tribes coalesed into clans, clans
into little kingdoms that savagely warred on each other. The earliest Chinese whoventured into this barbaric fringe of their empire counted more than a hundred
kingdoms, with “conflict raging on all sides.” By the third century, fighting had
narrowed the kingdoms to about thirty. The long process of unification had begun.
The same thing had been happening faster on the Korean peninsula: thestrong conquering the weak to form vigorous realms. In the north was a state called
Koguryo, strong enough to hold off China in almost constant fighting. The south
was divided between Paekche in the west and Silla in the east. These three
kingdoms existed in a shifting pattern of alliance and betrayal, at war with eachother or plotting war. Wedged between Silla and Paekche along the southern coast
was a group of walled towns, small kingdoms in a loose confederation called Kaya.
To maintain their precarious independence in the midst of conflict, they played
Paekche and Silla against each other, and for leverage against them both theylooked across the strait.
Kaya was the home of shipowners and merchants who traded across thatchannel. On the Kyushu side their counterparts lived in harbor towns along thenorthern coast. There were intimate ties between the two sides, old relationships,
knit by blood and business. The iron ore of the Korean peninsula supplied
Japanese forges, and some speculate that the Japanese paid for it by sending
mercenary soldiers to bolster Kaya defenses. The Kyushu towns and theirseafaring merchants were mostly in Iwai's territory or in the hands of
his followers. The traffic made him richer and he aimed to keep it healthy.
Yamato, too, profited, and it assumed a proprietary interest in Kaya,although it was never able to convert claims into possessions. Yamato sent armies
that sometimes won battles but mostly lost them; they could not take and holdterritory.
For three centuries, ever since its beginnings, Paekche--menaced in the eastby Silla, in the north by Koguryo, in the west by China--had cultivated Yamato as
an ally. Paekche had much to offer. Like the other Korean kingdoms, it
simultaneously feared China and sought its culture but, more than the others,
Paekche had soaked up Chinese civilization.
And so Paekche was able to send to Japan envoys bearing gifts of fine art
and splendid craftsmanship. It had sent whole communities of sculptors, painters,
metal casters, even seamstresses, to teach their arts. The transplanted scholars ofPaekche could read and write, skills new to the Japanese; they set up systems tokeep track of incoming taxes and what they were spent for. (Iwai granted that thisbookkeeping was worthwhile.) They sent men learned in Confucian principles andChinese ways of government, and Yamato eagerly set about to transform itself onthat model. Now they were transmitting the glories of Buddhism, with assurancesthat “This doctrine is amongst all doctrines the most excellent. . . . [It] can create
religious merit without bounds. . . . Every prayer is answered and naught iswanting.”
Paekche was Japan's primary source of Chinese culture, far easier to deal
with than China itself. China was farther away and haughty: it demanded deference
that irked the Japanese. But Paekche, eager to have Japan's warriors on its side,
was willing to bow to Yamato as it also bowed to China. Its gifts were labeledtribute and it even sent royal princes as hostages. This was an attitude vastly
pleasing to Yamato's leaders, who concocted notions of Japan as an equal of China,
as an empire with its own satellites; they had satellite Paekche as proof.
Over the centuries Yamato had again and again gone to the aid of Paekche.
To Iwai this was blind folly. It was the seafaring men of Kaya and Silla that herespected. He was convinced that in the inevitable showdown between Silla andPaekche the victor would be Silla.

For all its bloody involvement in support of Paekche, Yamato had little to show for it but bruises
Yamato to send troops to help. Silla had called on Koguryo, and Koguryo had senta force that crushed the warriors from Japan. Yamato seemed to have forgotten, but
Iwai's tribal memory was longer: most of the slain men had come from Kyushu.
More recently, in 512, Paekche, pleading that Koguryo had attacked it andtaken a large piece of its territory, begged Yamato to ease the pain by “giving” itfour of the Kaya towns. “These four border on Paekche,” their envoy argued.
“Morning and evening they exchange communications; their fowls and dogs
cannot be kept apart.”
He was asking Yamato to acquiesce in Paekche's taking the towns by force,for despite Yamato's pretensions they were not its to give. And in a deal that Iwai
was certain smelled of bribery, Yamato had agreed. As a result, the rest of theKaya towns now distrusted Yamato and looked to Silla for protection. Iwai fumed
that Yamato had made it certain that Silla would take over all of Kaya.
To Iwai, Yamato's bungling was their own business--until they involved him.
In that same year, 512, he had been asked to send forty-four fine horses to Paekche“as a gift from Yamato.” It was a continuing pattern: Yamato would promise
Paekche rice or swords or fighting men and then ask Iwai to supply them. Iwai
suspected that Yamato meant to weaken him.

No more. Last year--527--Yamato grandly announced that they would send
an army of 60,000 to aid Paekche against Silla, but as usual dispatched only acadre to Kyushu, led by one of its generals. He was to raise his army in Kyushu
and transport it across the strait in Kyushu boats. Even though the figure of 60,000
certainly exaggerated the number they actually hoped to send, lwai would havenone of it. He sent out the word. No men--not one, and no ships--notone.
The Yamato general was left like a beached whale. When he called for
warriors, Iwai and the other chiefs replied with strange unanimity that all their men
were incapacitated. When he ordered ships, the owners without exception
answered that the hulls of all their vessels were, alas, too worm-eaten to make it
across the strait. The general could see heavily laden boats entering and leaving
port, but the owners asserted that they were making only short coastal runs andeven those at grave risk.
The general threatened and he pleaded and he tried to cash in on oldfriendships, but he got nowhere. After months of futility he was obliged to returnto Yamato and confess failure. Moreover, he had to report that shipments of gifts
from Paekche were being
intercepted on Iwai's orders, and that luxuries intended for the menof Yamato were being distributed among the chiefs of Kyushu.
The chiefs of Yamato were indignant. They gathered in council. “Iwai has
rebelled and has occupied the western wilds,” they declared, heedless that he had
been there all along and that his realm had been civilized earlier and was surely as
advanced as any part of Yamato. “Whom shall We make general?” There were two
great military clans, the Otomo and the Mononobe, but the chief of the Otomo was
the head of the federation; he was the Great Minister who had let Paekche take thefour Kaya towns. It would have been imprudent of him to absent himself from thecapital to lead an army to Kyushu, so the honor fell to the chief of the Mononobe,
who was named Arakabi. The king took up the battle-ax and handed it to Arakabi,“This Iwai will not obey Us. Do thou go and chastise him.”
Now on this day late in the year 527 the two men and their armies faced
each other across a field of withered stubble left after harvest: Arakabi of Yamato
and Iwai of Kyushu.
Their forces glowered at each other, taking each other's measure. Then, as if
at a signal understood but unseen and unheard, the two generals detachedthemselves from their troops and on horses stepping smartly rode to face eachother at midpoint.
“Iwai of Kyushu,” Arakabi shouted. “Why do you raise an army in rebellion
against your sovereign? Arakabi of the Mononobe clan bears a sacred charge tosmite you in punishment. Lay down your arms! Save yourself and your men fromdestruction!”“Arakabi of the Mononobe clan, who has invaded our land from distant
Yamato!” thundered Iwai. “Your king is not sovereign here. We rally to protect
what is our own--our lives and our lands. Sheathe your swords and return to
Yamato. Cease unjust demands on us! Then we shall live in peace!”“You stir up disorder in the realm! Rely not on the steepness of yourmountains to save you!”“We shall attack like the rising of a storm! We shall sweep you away like ariver at flood!”
They posed, glaring each at the other, then turned, galloped back to theirown troops. With his sword upraised, Iwai roared a great battle cry. From acrossthe field Arakabi's bellow echoed.
Drums rolled. From each side showers of arrows soared into the air, ripped
into the enemy: men died before the armies joined. Flags flying, the two armies
advanced. Their dust mingled. They fell on each other, man against man, eachseeking someone he could destroy. Seasoned and practical and tough, thesewarriors aimed to stay alive and rack up kills. The field was a tumult of individual
battles. Blood soaked into the dry earth.
When the light of the short winter day began to fade, the weary armies
disengaged and withdrew to campsites readied by their menials. They counted theirdead, dressed their wounds, warmed themselves at their fires, ate, and rested. The
fighting had seesawed across fields but in the end the line of battle had scarcely
shifted.
Dawn brought more fighting. In the morning Iwai's men beat back theenemy but they did not break. In the afternoon Iwai found his troops forced backbut they held. When the day ended neither side could claim an advantage.

That night Iwai and his chiefs held council. When dawn broke Arakabi's
army faced an empty field. The few old men tending deceptive campfires scatteredand disappeared.
Arakabi cut short his troops' celebration. “This is no victory,” he told his
captains grimly. “The enemy have concealed themselves in the mountains theyknow so well. They will attack when it suits them, from whatever direction gives
them an advantage. We must spy them out and pursue them.”
And so it went, month after weary month. Iwai's force would suddenly
appear, strike, melt away. They killed but they lost men too.
Arakabi never left off pursuit. Fighting crisscrossed the plain and ranged into themountains all around. Spring came, the peasants planted their crops and saw them
trampled by horsemen. Arakabi began to punish villages he suspected of aiding
Iwai. He executed elders and then, his fury mounting, he burned whole villages andslaughtered the people. There was meager harvest in the autumn.
Another winter. Arakabi received reinforcements from Yamato. Iwai's
forces dwindled; it was hard to replace the dead, hard to maintain spirit among theliving. Some of his captains lost their taste for battle and, taking their men, wenthome. A few sought advantage by going over to the enemy; they were the mostdangerous--they revealed his places of refuge. The Hayato warriors, their magic
unavailing, melted away to the south.
Iwai had to face bitter truths. He called his son, who had not disgraced
himself. “Save yourself and our family. I will not surrender but you must. Give
Arakabi what he demands so that he can return to Yamato in triumph, and he will
spare you.”“But you . . . ?” asked his son.
“Do not concern yourself about me. I will disappear. I will ride away with
my old comrade in arms. You will not see me again.”“Let me come with you, whatever your destination.”“You must remain to continue our family.”His shaken son bowed in reluctant acquiescence and farewell. He watchedhis father and one staunch retainer ride into the mountains and he choked back asob. Then he prepared to go and meet Arakabi.

Riding into the forested heights, Iwai let his mind drift through the past. He
had achieved much and he had lost it. Perhaps Yamato was irrestible. Perhaps theywould rule all the islands. But he was certain they faced disaster in the land acrossthe strait. Would they survive that?
He would not be taken alive and he was determined that they would neverfind his bones. He would not be buried in the great tomb he had built for himself.
His spirit would not be venerated there as he had venerated his father's spirit before
his tomb.
Year after year, during the slack farming periods of winter and midsummer
he had drafted hundreds of men, women, and children. Groaning their work songs,
they had dragged huge slabs of granite to form the floor, walls, and ceiling of thevault that enclosed the massive coffin elaborately carved from a single block. They
built a room high enough for men to stand in, spacious enough to hold all the
auspicious goods that would be placed there with his body: dozens of swords tovaunt his military might, polished bronze mirrors and jeweled adornments todemonstrate his wealth, useful wares and implements so that his followers could
serve him in the next world.
Then he called in the artists. The walls and ceilings of his vault, theantechamber, and the long entrance passageway were carved with auspicious
designs, painted with colorful symbols of his power and images of voyage fromthis existence to the next.
Finally those people of his had hauled endless baskets of soil, covering thevault, building a mound that towered above them. When his foremen had
supervised the planting of grass and seedlings to bind the surface, when theconstruction was complete, he had held a great party for the workers: all they could
eat and drink, and how they had roistered! He had walked among them feelinglordly, accepting their thanks, complimenting their elders, laughing at the lewd
songs and bawdy dances of the old women, smiling as couples disappeared into thebushes. (How many virgins had been deflowered, how many babes conceived?) It
was an all-day all-night bash and a few hardy ones were still at it next morning (hehad ordered that the liquor should flow until they could drink no more). His tomb
was finished and he was satisfied. . . .

In the shadow of the forest he and his companion pushed deep
into the mountains where not even hunters had penetrated. Whenthey reached a place that Iwai thought would never be discovered heproduced the saké he had been carrying for this moment. They shared
it and shared memories of drinking together in happier times.
“You have been my friend and companion since I was a child,” Iwai said.
“You have never failed me. I ask of you now one last service. Dig a grave in thisearth and bury my bones so that no man can ever find them, so that Iwai will
disappear utterly.”
Kneeling in the fallen leaves he composed himself and then bowed low. His
friend bowed and summoning all his strength slashed off his master's head.
Sobbing he dug a grave, deep, as Iwai had asked. He lowered the body andthe head and covered them, taking pains to conceal the fresh earth with branches
and leaves. Then he dug another grave, sat beside it, plunged his sword into hisheart, and toppled in. Soon the ground collapsed to mantle him. The earth absorbed
their bodies and the forest offered no hint that they lay there.
Iwai's son surrendered as his father had ordered. To save himself from theexecution Arakabi had so earnestly wished to inflict on his father he expressed
contrition for all the trouble Yamato had been put to and he turned over to Arakabi
the Iwai stronghold on the
Bay of Hakata. It had been Iwai's base for his relations with Kayaand Silla. Its skilled seafarers and their vessels were given up. The
Iwai territory was cut off from the continent.
Iwai's son speedily found that a defeated leader commands little respect.
Lesser landholders whose fealty to his father and grandfather was unshakable now
asserted their independence. He lived to see his lands shrink to insignificance andthe name Iwai become irrelevant.
He tried to console his father's spirit, which he knew roamed bitter andunfulfilled. Obsessed by the monumental empty tomb and the stone figuresbeheaded by Arakabi's raging soldiers, he built a shrine where the mound would
have been opened to receive his father's body and he spent his days there, offering
saké to his father's presence and drinking more of it himself. His own grave has notbeen identified. It was small.
*In retrospect Iwai was right about what would happen on the continent but
fatally mistaken about events at home.

He could not resist unification and he could not stand alone against Yamato.
The Yamato clans were on the move, determined to take control of all Japan. The
struggle with Iwai was the last great campaign they had to fight. There were otherchieftains like Iwai, with strong bases of power in other regions. Had they
combined they could have overthrown the Yamato coalition and then Japan would
have had a different ruling elite. But they did not combine. Separately they gave
way, some to the threat of force, some to persuasion and concession, and like Iwai
they faded from history.
But in the sphere of foreign policy, Iwai was wiser than Yamato. Within
thirty-five years after his death, Silla was dominant on the Korean peninsula: it had
defeated once-mighty Koguryo, and it had battered Paekche, wresting ports on the
Yellow Sea that afforded easy traffic with China.
All this dismayed Yamato, but things got worse. Both Paekche and Koguryo,
unstable after defeat, were rocked by bloody coups that sent immigrants fleeing toJapan with horror stories. China, revitalized under the new Tang dynasty, began tomove against Korea. Yamato was now unquestionably the government, of Japan,
but it was having its own problems. In 645 a coup that began with an assassinationin the palace before the eyes of the startled empress brought a new group to poweraround the the throne. Unsure of themselves at first, they were aware that a foreign
crisis is usually useful in rallying support at home. They cited events in Korea andbegan a military buildup.
In 660 Japanese fears were justified. A Chinese amphibious force and a Sillaarmy jointly attacked and overwhelmed Paekche. Pockets of resistance fought on
and an anguished appeal for help was speeded to Yamato. The Paekche king had
been captured and to replace him the Japanese sent home the Paekche prince theyheld as hostage, along with a force of five thousand men to insure his safety.
Having promised that a large army would follow, the empress and her son, crownprince, moved to Kyushu in 661 to be near the port of embarkation. Then theempress fell ill and died at the temporary palace and mobilization halted while theson--now emperor--escorted her body back to Yamato and performed the essential
rites of mourning.
At last in the autumn of 663, almost three years after Paekche had fallen,half a dozen generals with an army of 27,000 set sail from northern Kyushu for the
Korean port today called Kunsan, close to what had been Paekche's capital.
Approaching the port, the Japanese sailed into a pincers between the T'ang Chinese
fleet and the Silla army. Routed the first day, the Japanese ships regrouped to face
the Chinese fleet again. “But,”reports a Japanese chronicle, “T'ang closed upon
their vessels from right and left, and engaged them from all sides. In a short space

of time the imperial force was defeated, and many fell into the water and weredrowned. The ships were unable to maneuver either astern or ahead.” The Japanese
were all but annihilated, and that ended Japanese thrusts overseas for more thannine centuries.
When the survivors limped home with the dismal news Yamato was grippedby fear. China and Silla had a score to settle and Japan was a tempting target.
Hastily organizing to repel an invasion, they turned to military engineers who had
fled from Paekche.
To guard the capital, the Paekche engineers supervised the construction of afort in Yamato and another that commanded the Inland Sea at one of its narrowest
points.
In the strait between Korea and Kyushu guards were posted on the islands ofTsushima and Iki to warn by signal fires if an enemy fleet approached.
And in northern Kyushu, which would almost certainly be hit first, they built
formidable defenses. An enemy landing along the shore would face mountainous
terrain except at one point, where there is a valley through the mountains carved bya river that empties into Hakata Bay. The valley opens south to Iwai's old territory,
the rich plain that would give an enemy a strategic base. To protect the plain,that valley had to be defended.
Deep in the valley the Paekche engineers set up a headquarters. In hastily
raised wooden buildings resting on cedar poles sunk into the earth, they made theirplans. They chose two mountains flanking the valley and climbed them to lay out
fortifications exactly like those that had guarded their Paekche capital. They
supervised the thousands of peasants drafted to throw up almost four miles ofearthworks enclosing 440 acres on the summit of one, two and a half miles milesof earthworks around 158 acres on top of the other. Inside both ramparts weresprings of good water. Dozens of storehouses were built for rice and weapons.
(Their foundation stones still exist, there being not much temptation to dig these up
and lug them down a mountain trail. In one place a visitor who scratches in the
ground can find carbonized grains of rice from a fire that long ago destroyed agranary.) On both mountains a defending force could hold out for months.
That was not all. From one valley wall to the other, straight across the river,they built a dam nearly a mile long. The conduits that they devised carried theriver's waters under the dam, but in time of danger the conduits could be closed toflood the valley with a deep moat sixty yards wide. Today their “water gate” hasbeen cut by railroads and highways but it still stretches across the valley and its

artful design makes men marvel. It and the dams of the same kindthat they threw across tributary rivers could have turned the valley
into a cul-de-sac.
None of these great constructions was put to the test, for it turned out that
China and Silla had no interest in invading Japan. Instead they moved to establish
friendly relations and trade.
Now the Japanese were faced with a different problem. They knew very well
the pomp and ceremony with which their envoys had been received by the Chinese.
Confronted by the necessity to greet foreign delegations with no less dignity, theyscrapped their makeshift military headquarters and on the same site they raised
red-pillared halls.
In front of the imposing headquarters grew its city: the offices where
hundreds of officials and clerks conducted business, the homes for those people,
the shops of merchants who moved in to supply the swelling population, and, tomake it complete, a pleasure quarter for after-hours diversion. All this was laid out
not higgledy-piggledy as Japanese towns usually grew but formally the way the
Chinese built their capital, in a checkerboard pattern of streets and avenues
bisected by a wide tree-lined boulevard. Here at Dazaifu that boulevard ran fromthe great gate through the city and straight on to an indulgence provided by nature:a salubrious hot spring. (The capital cities of Nara and, later, Kyoto, were also laidout on a checkerboard plan but they lacked a hot spring.)
This was the Distant Capital Dazaifu, the headquarters of the Governor
General who controlled Kyushu and stood at the forefront in Japan's relations withthe continent. But because this place was deep in the valley, a reception center,
equally lavish, was built on the shore of Hakata Bay. There Dazaifu officials
greeted and entertained foreign embassies. Some of eminence were conducted up
the valley to be formally received by the Governor General. A few were importantenough to be escorted all the way to the capital for an imperial audience.
It was a time of enormous energy in Japan. The chieftains of Yamato, firmly
in control now, were transforming themselves into a cultured nobility at the sametime that they strove to create a strong centralized government. China was themodel, the fountain of knowledge. Dazaifu not only received envoys from thecontinent, it sent off delegation after delegation of officials, scholars, and Buddhist
priests whose mission was to study the model, absorb its secrets, and bring themhome. There was much to be done and a great will to do it.

CHAPTER THREE
The Year 730
Principal characters
Otomo Tabito, Governor General of Dazaifu
Lady Otomo Sakanoue, his half-sister
Otomo Yakamochi, his son
The young woman Kojima
Yamanoue Okura, Governor of Chikuzen
Manzei, Buddhist priest charged with building the temple
Kanzeonji

The morning light came softly through the paper windows. The young
woman beside him moved to open them and sunlight danced on the polished floor.
In this New Year’s season there was warmth in the air. The sky was soft and theheight where his residence stood was white with the bloom of plum trees. The day
was perfect for the occasion and, acknowledging that, their eyes met and they
smiled. He thought again how fortunate he was. She was young and he was not,but she seemed not to mind. No, more than that: she truly cared for him, and heknew that he was in love with her. At sixty-six his life was drawing to a close, but
this late love burnished his days.
His wife had died so soon after they came here to Dazaifu. When he wasappointed Governor General she had been firm in wanting to come with him,
though most wives stayed in the capital when their husbands were posted to theprovinces. They had come as a family, bringing their two young children andYakamochi, his thirteen-year-old son by an earlier wife. Had the journey been too
much for her? Young as she was, was she shattered at leaving home? She took to
her bed, the physicians floundered, and she died.
He had been desolate. His half-sister had hurried from the capital. In her
charge the household ran smoothly and the children were cared for and educated;
he was grateful for her presence. Lady Otomo Sakanoue was a notable personality
in her own right: a poet as distinguished as he, a witty and attractive woman who
had been loved by an imperial prince and a powerful politician. She knew the waysof the aristocratic world he and she had been born to, and she shared a passionate
devotion to their Otomo family. He was fond of her but she could not fill theaching emptiness that gripped him. He could not work, he could not sleep, he
could only compose elegies in response to the poems of condolence his friendssent.

Hoping to distract him, some of his officers had given a small party and thisgirl was among those summoned from the teahouses in the pleasure quarter of thetown outside the gate. He had thought no other woman could attract him, yet he
was touched by her grace when she sang a sad song and the thought of her
remained after she left. When later that night he was escorted to his residence on
the hill he found her sitting quiet in the entryway. She would leave at once if hewished her to, she said, but he found himself asking her to stay.
And so she came into his life. Not just into his bed--into his life. She wasbright and lively; she made him laugh. And she had a mind:of course she could make a poem when she came to him--her teahouse training
taught her that--but he had polished her gift, and she was so quick that she
surprised him. She surprised him in many ways.
She fanned the charcoal in the brazier until the water in the kettle purred.
She made tea and served the first cup of the day. They sipped, taking in theblossoms, the clouds of bloom that he and his guests would celebrate in poems
later, inspiration spurred by wine. One of his own poems came back to him-Great sages of the pastgave the name of “sage” to wine.
How well they spoke!
His mood darkened, for though that poem and the other twelve he had spunout at the time dwelled on the pleasures of drinking, they had been written out of
resentment.
He knew why at his advanced age he was here at Dazaifu. He was here
because they wanted him out of the capital. “They” were the joyless men who now
controlled the court: the leaders of the Fujiwara family.
It had been done politely. The order assigning him as Governor General had
been handed over with ceremony and a gush of words. He was reminded that his
father had served in the same post, and he
was assured that the position demanded someone of his rank and of his polish as anaristocrat and a poet, for he would entertain embassies from China and Korea; theability to produce a poem that was both eloquent and apt--and, of course, in
Chinese--was the mark of a cultured man, and he, Tabito, excelled at it. More, theresponsibilities at Dazaifu demanded a military man of eminence, and surely therewas none more eminent than he, the head of the Otomo, Yamato’s chief militaryclan. In the event of attack from abroad he would be responsible for defending
Kyushu, the most likely target, but of more immediate concern were the fractious
Hayato in southern Kyushu. No other man was as qualified to deal with them.
Eight years earlier, when they rose in rebellion, killing the governor appointed by
the court to try to control them and collect their taxes,he had led an army to subdue
them. It had been a hard campaign, a year and a half of battling those intrepid
warriors in their rugged land where their magic was strong. Many had fought tillthey dropped: he heavily had counted a dreadful toll of their soldiers, and he hadlost too. But he had mastered them and they had not rebelled since. For the firsttime the court could truly claim to govern all of Kyushu.
For centuries the Hayato had frustrated and frightened the Yamato court as it
tried to extend its sway over their territory. There
had been intervals when they were quiet, when they sent delegations and gifts of
their handiworks (their oiled silks and bamboo wares were especially prized).
When they appeared the court tried to awe them with a display of power. It
mustered upwards of five hundred cavalrymen from the provinces around thecapital, but at the same time it showered gifts on the delegates and honored themwith ceremonies and titles. The Hayato were probably amused by the waffling.
Yamato had tried everything. The often useful tactic of intermarriage hadlinked the court’s ruling family and their chieftains; the Hayato showed nocompunction about fighting relatives. The court had sought to mollify them byappointing officials from among their number, rather than sending in strangers; theHayato cut down their own. Men of distinction were dispatched to lecture on therule of law and obedience to the emperor, and Buddhist priests were sent from
Dazaifu to propagate that gentling religion;. all to no effect. Two hundred families
were moved from orderly northern Kyushu into the South as civilizing agents;
there was no mellowing as a result.
Several times during the sixth and seventh centuries the court broughtgroups of Hayato to the capital district and settled them there. Partly this was in thehope that as hostages they would ensure the good behavior of their kin back home(another hope that proved forlorn) but, more important, Yamato wanted to makeuse of fighting men so formidable. They were placed at critical points in thecapital’s defense scheme and they bolstered the imperial guard. The danger was
not of foreign invasion but of civil war, the ever-present danger of a coup mounted
by an alliance of powerful families and a disaffected prince.

In those days the weapons of war included sword, bow, lances both shortand long, and magic. In battle the Hayato were supported by a sorceress of highrank who worked to cast a spell over the enemy. The Hayato brought to the serviceof the court not only military prowess but the magic bound up in their rites.
A ritual dance that the court particularly enjoyed was one that displayed thecontortions of a drowning man as the tide rose about him: to his hips, his chest, histhroat. The court’s pleasure in watching these spasms derived from a myth thatthey represented the triumph of the emperor’s ancient ancestor over the ancestor of
the Hayato. The myth was not ancient; myths can be contrived to fill a need and inno time at all become certifiably hoary. In this case, since Yamato had not yet
succeeded in conquering the Hayato, it was comforted to have stories of long-ago
triumphs (another told of a comely young Yamato prince who put on woman’s
clothes to arouse the Hayato chieftain, then skewered him while cuddling).
The Hayato had a singular ability to dispel evil spirits by barking andhowling like dogs. Dog spirits were known to have mystical powers, and because
the Hayato came from the uncivilized backwater of southern Kyushu (some said
they were a different people entirely, whose ancestors had come from far south inthe ocean) they were naturally gifted at imitating dogs. Whenever the emperor
went forth they preceded him, barking and howling when his sedan chair came to a
curve in the road, a provincial border, or when it arrived at a station. A special
Hayato office was established in the Ministry of War to make certain that the
Hayato who had been resettled in Yamato did not become so domesticated that
their barking lost its potency.
The resident Hayato, sometimes arrayed alongside equally truculent“barbarians” from the other end of Japan, the far north, were prominent in major
court ceremonies: at the coronation of a new emperor, at the Great Harvest Festival
in the autumn, at the rituals of the New Year, and at receptions for foreignembassies (where they were put forth as evidence that they had been conquered).
Tabito himself, as the court’s ranking general, had sometimes led theirmarch from positions left and right of the main gate into the palace enclosure andto their stations for the ceremonies. Remembering, he found himself telling the girl
now sipping tea beside him how the Hayato sang and danced before the emperor to
the accompaniment of strings, flutes, drums, and clappers; how they wore theirswords backwards, draped red scarves over their shoulders, and put red and whiteornaments in their hair. He told her how they barked: those on the left loudly, thoseon the right answering with soft growls, soft and loud alternating in antiphonal
response. The girl clapped in delight, and he was pleased at having given her
another glimpse of the glamorous court so far away.

Tabito had maintained an interest in the Hayato in the years since he had
fought against them. They had earned his respect as strong, skillful warriors. He
believed that he knew how to handle them, but he would have been in a better
position to promote his ideas at the capital than here at Dazaifu.
And so, though he professed to be honored by his appointment as Governor
General, he knew the motives of those who had put him here, and he smarted that
he was in a middle-level position when by lineage and seniority he was ready forthe highest level. He was headof the Otomo, and though the name no longer meant what it once had, it was agreat name, still with the potential to play an important role--if he were there, atthe capital.
But he was here, Governor General of Dazaifu, effectively sidelined fromcourt politics, sitting out his last years as far from the scene of action as thoseconniving upstarts could put him. And here he watched as younger men--lessermen--were promoted over him.
He yearned for the old days, when rule was simpler, when the Yamato
government was a confederacy of clans, each with its function. One conductedritual to praise and supplicate the gods; another made armor and weapons; andfrom time immemorial his clan, the Otomo, had been warriors.
There was another lineage, who, tracing their ancestry to the Sun Goddess,
held the position of priest-chieftain among them, but only as first among equals,
and nothing without the armies of other clans in the confederacy, the Otomo inparticular. Because the many consorts of that line always produced a plentitude ofprincely claimants, the real power rested with the clan that enthroned the candidateof its choice and then supplied the ministers to run his government. The process of
selecting a king usually involved the demise of his rivals, and in this a militaryclan held an advantage. The Otomo had often been kingmakers.
Tabito’s great-great-grandfather, Otomo Kanamura by name, controlled thegovernment for more than forty years, through the reigns of five successive kings,
all of whom he selected and, by judicious use of the Otomo army, put on the throne.
It was Kanamura who was head of the government at the time of Iwai and who
dispatched the army that destroyed him. Kanamura chose not to send Otomo
warriors to battle Iwai, but a decade or so later he sent them to Korea, with two of
his sons in command, in a doomed attempt to prevent Silla from taking over themerchant towns of Kaya.

Kanamura’s grandsons--Tabito’s grandfather and great-uncle-played majorroles in fighting and winning a brisk civil war in 672. They and their allies fought
to put their candidate on the throne because they opposed the direction thegovernment was taking--the push to create a strong central government on the
Chinese model, and so to strip the old clans of their power. Ironically, once their
man became emperor he pushed centralization with even greater zeal than his
predecessor.
Among the strategies pursued in the name of reform was the creation of anational army to replace clan troops like the Otomo’s.
Most of the unhappy peasants’ sons who were drafted got neither training nor
equipment; most of them ended in labor gangs on construction projects; but
deprived of their hereditary role the power of clans like the Otomo faded away.
One resolute and prolific family had seized control of the new bureaucracy.
They bore the name Fujiwara. Though the Fujiwara were spun off from an ancientclan, that name was new. It dated only from the time of Tabito’s father, and it stillsounded unfamiliar to the ears--to Tabito both unfamiliar and unpleasant. The
Fujiwara and a co-conspiring prince had come to power with a coldly perpetrated
coup. At a palace reception for envoys from Korea, in front of the empress, they
had murdered the current strongman. Assassinations were common enough, andTabito thought that the victim deserved it, but this killing-- in the palace, before
foreigners--was distasteful.
The Fujiwara brought the same grim seriousness to the business of founding
their dynasty and running the government. To Tabito the imposing new capital at
Nara was a symbol of their dominance: laughter and lightness were banned; theburdens of office were to be borne gravely. In a fit of spleen he dashed off his
poems in praise of drinking.
How ugly!
those men whowith airs of wisdom
refuse to drink wine.
Take a aood look,and they resemble apes.
There would be drinking and laughter where he was in charge. There would bewine and poetry at Dazaifu this afternoon and as long as Otomo Tabito was
Governor General.

It was time for the girl to leave. He watched as she performed a morning
ritual: separating the mats they slept on, as each night she pushed them together,and straightening the mussed bedding so the maids wouldn’t see the state they leftthem in. This little prudery delighted him. She bowed half-teasingly, flashed one
more smile, and was gone.
She would be back for the party along with other women from the teahouses,
called to pour wine and jolly the guests. He would watch her fondly but they bothknew it would be unseemly if she stayed close to him. When night fell she would
be close.
The maids came and he went to his morning bath. With the window slid
open he feasted on the plum blossoms as he soaked in the tub.
*
When the sun was high they gathered. First to arrive was Tabito’s closest
friend at Dazaifu, crustily honest Yamanoue Okura, Governor of Chikuzen, theprovince in which Dazaifu lay. Tabito and Okura had developed warm bonds here.
Sharing a love of Chinese poetry and learning, nostalgic for the capital yet
exhilarated because they were at the gateway for the Chinese influences that weretransforming their country, they drew together, supporting and stimulating eachother.
These two men and Lady Otomo Sakanoue made Dazaifu the poetry capitalof Japan: they were the three finest poets of their age. But Lady Sakanoue would
not participate today. Being a woman she had not attended the university to be
trained in the Chinese classics, and the festivities today would be decidedly
Chinese. Not only was praise of plum blossoms a fashion newly imported from
China, the plum tree was itself a quite recent immigrant. Numbers of them had
been planted around Dazaifu, but had Lady Sakanoue been asked she might havesaid that her taste, Japanese taste, was for the fragile,
14 short-lived cherry blossom. And although Tabito and Okura believed that they
were breaking new ground with their Sinified poems, Japanese taste proved to be
for the kind of lyricism that Lady Sakanoue was gifted with.
My heart, thinking“How beautiful he is”
Is like a swift river
Which though one dams it and dams it
Will still break through.

Close as they became at Dazaifu, it is doubtful that Tabito and Okura could
have formed the same friendship at the capital, for they were of quite different
status. Tabito’s pedigree stretched back to mythology but Okura’s background is
obscure; some believe that he was a naturalized Korean or the son of Korean
immigrants. Born in 660, he held minor government posts until in 701 his facility
in Chinese gained him a position as a scribe with an embassy appointed to go to
China; his name came last among the members of the mission.
The delegation tried to sail in 701 but were driven back by storms; they
finally got away at the end of July 702. It is difficult to know how many years
Okura spent in China. The ambassador returned two years later. (He proudly
reported that when he was received in China, one official told him that he hadheard of Japan, that it was said to be a country of gentlemen whose people enjoy
prosperity and happiness and are extremely polite, adding that the ambassador’s“most favorable appearance” confirmed all that he had heard. Being a bearer ofgood news, the ambassador was promoted two ranks and rewarded with rice fields
and other lands.)
However, the vice-ambassador and his suite did not return until the spring of707; if Okura was one of this group he would have had nearly five years in China.
At any rate, his years in China and his excellence as a Chinese scholar raised
his prestige so that in 714 he finally received court rank, though low, making him amember of the lower aristocracy. In 721 he was appointed tutor to the crownprince, the young man who now was emperor, and in 726 he reached the high pointof his government career when he was made Governor of Chikuzen.
He was the only one of the coterie around Tabito who had been to China,
and his poetry is the most Chinese. His famed poem on poverty surged from his
open- hearted response to conditions around him, but he could not have written it
had he not known the Chinese tradition of social protest (just as Tabito’s poems inpraise of wine show that he knew the Chinese sages’ raffish delight in drinking).
Here, in part, is Okura’s destitute peasant:Like other men I work my fields
But only rags hang from my shoulders....
Under a sagging roof, in leaning walls,
With straw scattered over a dirt floor,
My parents at my pillow,
Wife and children at my feet,
Surround me with quiet sobbing.

In the hearth no embers glow,
In the pot a spider spins its web,
We forgot long ago how to cook rice....
And yet the village headman comes growling at the door to collect taxes. “Is this,”
his peasant cries, “Is this the way of the world?”
Okura did not exaggerate this picture of grinding poverty. AChinese poet
would have blamed the emperor’s rule. Okura could not bring himself to do this.
He offers no remedy.
It was probably Okura’s eloquent poems of condolence when Tabito’s wife
died that made the two men close. Okura was no stranger to grief. He had lost ayoung son. Heartsick, he had addressed these lines to the deity of the underworld:
He is young,and does not know the way.
0 Angel of Hades,
I shall send you an offering.
Carry him there on your back.
Next to arrive was Tabito’s neighbor, the Buddhist priest Manzei. In civilian
life Manzei had been a government official named Kasa Maro. He had entered thepriesthood and taken the name Manzei late in life, on the death in 722 of anempress he had admired, but his priestly robes did not prevent the government
from using his services. In 723 he was sent to build the major Buddhist temple
planned as part of the Dazaifu complex.
He came with an impressive record as an administrator and builder, having
been especially rewarded for constructing the Kiso Road through the mountains tolink the capital district and the regions in the northeast. In later centuries the roadhe engineered would become the Kiso Highway, the mountain route linking Tokyoand Kyoto, parallel to the Tokaido coastal route. Building a road of any kindthrough those mountains was a notable achievement but, like Japan’s other roads atthat time, his Kiso Road was little more than a footpath and still rough, as recorded
in a folk song from one of the provinces it traversed:
The highway through Shinano
Is a new-cut road.
You may trip on the stubs:
Put on your sandals, dearest!

The temple being built was called Kanzeonji because it was to be dedicatedto Kannon, the Buddhist deity of mercy and compassion. Building Kanzeonji wasan assignment suited to Manzei’s abilities but it was not an easy task. He hadalready worked on it for seven years and it was far from finished.
Its construction had been ordered more than half a century earlier. When
Dazaifu was being built in the 660s the emperor of that time decreed that
Kanzeonji be erected beside it as a place for prayer in memory of his mother, theEmpress Saimei. She had been empress when it was decided to rescue Paekche
from the assault by Silla and China. No doubt the decision was made by powers
behind the throne, but she was a spirited lady who enjoyed her role ascommander-in-chief, and she came to Kyushu in 661 with her son the crown prince
so that she could personally oversee the assembly and dispatch of the troops. She
died here, in a temporary palace not far distant, and it was the necessary period ofmourning that delayed the expedition for two years before it sailed to disaster in
663.
It is understandable that her son wished to commemorate her. Consort of aruler, she took over when he died, something not unheard of but not usual either.
After three years she resigned in favor of her younger brother, and when he diedshe became empress again. Twice empress, she was also the mother of twoemperors: the son who was crown prince when she died, and his younger brother,
who launched the civil war of 672 to take over by eliminating his brother’s son andheir. (That was the war in which the Otomo played a decisive role, and were
subsequently mortified to find that their reward was aggressive action to strip
power from clans like theirs.)
The temple that Manzei was charged with building had to be an impressive
one of many buildings, and construction had gone slowly. Back in 709 Dazaifu had
received an order from the clearly impatient court: the temple had been establishedby imperial decree but “years have passed and it is not yet completed”; therefore
Dazaifu should see to it that fifty priests were assigned to act as foremen for thegangs of laborers that were to be drafted during the peasants’ slack months in thewinter, so that “with expert supervision” the temple would be constructed quickly.
Whether fifty priests were ever assembled and, if they were, whether theirsupervision was expert, is doubtful. In any case it would have been difficult to
muster the gangs of laborers.
As Okura wrote, conditions among the peasants were often desperate.
Northern Kyushu was first to receive new methods from the continent, and its
farming was the most advanced in Japan--iron tools were used here centuries

before they appeared in the Yamato area. Nevertheless, agriculture then wasprimitive. Irrigation, where it existed, was crude. Seed was a remote ancestor oftoday’s varieties. Little was understood about fertilizing; when land was no longer
productive it was abandoned. The peasants were burdened with taxation in kindand in labor, including a system that forced them to get their seed from agovernment granary, where it was issued as a loan at high interest.
The chronicles of those years are peppered with reports of drought, flooding,violent storms, plagues of insects, blight, epidemic disease, and consequent famine
all over Japan. Dazaifu reported that calamities had repeatedly prevented thegrowing of crops. Prayers to both Shinto and Buddhist deities seemed unavailing.
The emperor lamented that, because of his shortcomings, “Our conduct is not
approved by Heaven,” and “for this reason the seasonal changes are out of order,
rain and drought do not come when due, the crops do not ripen, the people aresuffering.” Many peasants became wandering vagrants. Those drafted to work on
Kanzeonji were likely too emaciated or dull in spirit to be of much use. Or theymelted away into the night.
And so Manzei had been sent to build what his predecessors could not. He
worked valiantly and with some success. His being a poet was a help, for inseeking labor and materials he had often to joust, in an urbane yet determined way,with both Tabito and Okura. He usually got some of what he needed. Buildings
were rising.
Few of Manzei’s poems have come down to us but one of the most quoted
and best loved poems of the period is his. We do not know whether he composed it
at Dazaifu or somewhere else, before or after he became a priest, but it expresses
the Buddhist idea of evanescence.
To what shall I compare
this life?
the way a boat
rowed out from the morning harborleaves no traces on the sea.
The other guests assembled quickly: the governors of the provinces of
Bungo (southeast of Dazaifu) and Chikugo (Imai’s old stronghold, south ofDazaifu); the deputy governors of Satsuma and Osumi (the two provinces at thesouthern tip of Kyushu, the homes of the Hayato people Tabito had campaigned
against); the governor and his deputy from the island of Iki (in the strait, about athird of the way to Korea); the deputy governor of Tsushima (the much larger
islands about two-thirds of the way to Korea); two of Okura’s staff in Chikuzen;

and from the officials at Dazaifu, Tabito’s three vicegovernors, the captain and thelieutenant of the military, the secretary and his assistant, the physician and thepharmacist, the magistrate and two judicial secretaries, the Shinto priest and theYin-Yang master, and the chief accountant. With four others whose posts we do
not know, there were altogether thirty-two men, and thirty-two verses resulted, allin the characteristic short form of thirty-one syllables.
Since the Japanese then regulated their lives by the lunar calendar, thethirteenth day of the New Year fell on our February 4. At Dazaifu on that day it
was warm, however capricious spring might be later. Mats covered with red cloth
were spread under the blossoming trees, wine flowed, the delicacies of the season
were served. When enough cups had been drained, rank was forgotten and the
merry guests broke slender branches from the trees to garland each other withbloom.
Tabito had been selective in issuing invitations. No one was invited who
would have been embarrassed to commit verse in such company. Everyone present
was capable of producing a poem on the spot, but, though there was pretense that it
was all extemporaneous, each man had worked and worried over his thirty-one
syllables ever since he received his invitation: inspiration could fail, wine could
help or hinder. Here is a sampling of their efforts:
When spring comes
And the first plums bloom
In your garden,
Could you spend the long spring days
Looking on them by yourself?
-- Okura
In my garden
The plum blossoms fallOr does snow flow
From the distant heavens?
-- Tabito
Spring comes, and the nightingale
cries hidden in the treetops
as it swoops
to the lower sprays of plum.
-- Yamaguchi Wakamaro, deputy secretaryTabito thought highly enough of the day’s harvest to copy them all and send
them to a friend at Nara: “On the thirteenth of the first month [of 7301 we gathered
for a banquet at the house of the old man, the Governor General. It was the
splendid season of early spring. The weather was pleasant; the wind was mild.
Plum blossoms scattered like powder before the mirror; orchids emitted fragrance
like a sachet tucked in the sash.... In the garden young butterflies danced; in thesky last year’s geese returned north. Here, with heaven for our canopy and theearth for our seat, we drew knee to knee and passed the cup.... The poetry of old
includes verses on the falling plum blossoms--and how does our day differ fromthe past? We composed a few slight songs on the plums in the garden.”*
The many festivities of the New Year behind him, Tabito turned to routine
duties: overseeing the Dazaifu staff of several hundred, reviewing the reports thatflowed in from Kyushu’s eight provinces and the two islands under his
jurisdiction; monitoring the receipt of taxes.
The tax system was modeled on China’s. Agriculture was really thecountry’s only industry. Since the most valuable resource was the land that could
grow rice, the government undertook to parcel out that paddy land equitably sothat every peasant household could pay its taxes and, necessarily, have enough left
to live on.
A census conducted every six years identified who could be taxed and who
was entitled to an allotment of land. A household received a quarter of an acre foreach male over the age of six, and two-thirds of that for a female. (Originally a
new-born baby received an allotment, but infant mortality was so high that theconstant granting and retrieving of allotments was vexing.)
With the central government reaching down to manipulate the income ofeach family, and a trail of bureaucratic paper that stretched back to the Bureau of
Accounts in the Population Ministry, it was an involved, burdensome system. To
Tabito it was offensive, as offensive as those humorless men who had perpetrated
it as part of their design to centralize all power in themselves.
He admitted, however, that in much of the country it was working. It wasworking around Dazaifu, in the northern provinces of Kyushu, where the peasantstilled their allotted fields with no more than their customary grumbling. It was notworking in the southern provinces, Osumi and Satsuma, where the Hayato stoutly
resisted the scheme and had killed a governor or two to emphasize their views.

While the vice-governors of those two provinces were at Dazaifu for the plumblossom party, Tabito had talked quietly with each of them. He was concerned
about maintaining peace in that area, and shortly he sent off to the capital astrongly worded dispatch. It had never been possible to enforce the allotment
system in those two provinces, he stated; more strife and bloodshed would surely
flow from further attempts to force it on them. He recommended that the farmersof those provinces be permitted to hold land as they chose. (After pondering, thecourt agreed.)
The most basic tax extracted from the peasants was labor, corvee (as inbuilding Kanzeonji) or military service (which often degenerated into mere labor).
The commodity taxes were collected by the governors, who kept what was
authorized to run their provinces (Dazaifu audited them to curb extravagance) andforwarded the rest. The rice went into
27
Dazaifu’s warehouses to cover operating expenses, but rice was just one of theitems.
There were goods that the court demanded all of. Silk was one; only
courtiers could wear silk. Another was the dried plants that yielded a rich purple
dye, a hue forbidden to all but the nobility (sometimes Dazaifu dyed fabrics andsent them to the capital).
Beyond such preempted items the government demanded a share of justabout everything the peasants produced in their struggle to eke out a living: thecloth the women wove from plant fibers, the fish dried in the sun, the furs ofanimals trapped, the salt extracted from the sea; taxes were a crushing burden. In
answer to Okura’s destitute peasant, yes, that was the way of the world.
Kyushu was now operating in the black. Until recently it had not been producing
enough to support all of Dazaifu’s operations and the government had to support
its distant capital with iron and bundles of bamboo to make arrows and with silkand cloth to present to foreign envoys in return for their “tribute.”
Handling and keeping track of tax goods occupied a large part of Dazaifu’s
staff. Once in a while Tabito would stroll through the accounting section just to let
the horde of clerks know that he was aware of them. These young men came fromthe solid old local gentry of Kyushu. They had received their education--reading,writing, figuring--at Dazaifu’s academy, set up for that purpose. They had beendrafted to serve here, but most of them counted the months until they could gohome to work in a district or provincial office, where their family connections
would give them more importance and their prospects would be brighter.
Every bundle of tax goods that came in carried a tag, a thin strip of wood,
usually from one to three feet long, two to three inches wide; it listed in black ink
the item, quantity, and source. The clerks recorded the information and totted up
the amounts, providing the basis for the reports that flowed to Tabito and on to thecapital.
When they caught up with their work, some of the clerks would shaveboards that had been tallied and on the clean surface they would practice theirwriting or copy maxims from a popular Chinese book on how to pass examinations
for advancement. If Tabito approached, such boards were hastily hidden, but theGovernor General had been known to spot someone’s effort, ask to see it, and uttera word of praise or encouragement to ease the victim’s embarrassment.
(In the many excavations of Dazaifu’s site, hundreds of those boards havebeen found, most of them at least partly legible despite more than a millennium inthe earth.)
For relief from paperwork Tabito rode out on inspections, some of several
days to one of the provinces beyond the mountains, some of a few hours, as when
he checked on the progress at Kanzeonji, which was separated from the Dazaifu
headquarters only by the buildings of the academy where the young clerks had
been trained.
At Kanzeonji Manzei’s busiest season was drawing to a close, for with thethird month the time for planting neared and his drafted peasants grew restive.
Both he and Tabito were relieved that the winter had brought noticeable progresson some buildings, and Manzei pointed out augmented stocks of roughed-out
timbers, piled on blocks away from the damp earth, with wedges between them sothat air could circulate as they dried. His skilled carpenters would have enough towork with through the warm months.
On one of his visits Tabito took occasion to teasingly congratulate Manzei
on having successfully overcome the impediment of age and priestly vocation byfathering the baby born to one of his servants, in status a slave but nonethelessattractive. Manzei accepted the compliment gracefully. (Five generations and morethan a century later, the descendants of that child, citing its aristocratic father,successfully petitioned to change their rank from slave to freeman.)Quite regularly Tabito did what he did early one balmy day in late spring: hesummoned his son Yakamochi to join him in inspecting Dazaifu’s defenses. With
the captain of the military (who was also an Otomo) and the personnel officer,
trailed by junior officers, they rode out toward Onojo, the fortifications on one of
the two mountains that flanked the valley headquarters. Tabito was in his element,a military man guiding his son to follow their clan’s tradition.
After the stiff climb to the top and a tea break to rest the horses, they rodethe five-mile path inside the breastworks, checking emplacements and thedisposition of troops. When they reached one of the several clusters of storehouses
Tabito dismounted to inspect the rice and weapons they held. He took time tosatisfy himself that the required quantities were actually there and in goodcondition, for, as he reminded his officers, in case of attack the entire headquarters
would take refuge on the two garrisoned mountains; they would have to be fed andarmed to fight.
The troops were Frontier Guards. About three thousand were under Tabito’scommand, stationed on the two mountains, on the islands of Tsushima and Iki, andat lookout posts where they stood ready to light the signal fires that constituted anadvance warning system stretching from Tsushima to Dazaifu.
On this day the Frontier Guards were Tabito’s first concern. He frequently
dismounted, his party necessarily following suit, so that he could talk with the men
face to face. They had been conscripted from provinces hundreds of miles to thenortheast, close to the limits of the court’s control; not far beyond was the northern
frontier and hostile “barbarians.” In every province men were drafted into thenational army that was supposed to replace the private armies of clans like the
Otomo, but only the reputedly dauntless men of the northeastern provinces weresent to Dazaifu. It was said that though an arrow might hit one of them in theforehead, he would never be hit in the back, and the soft men of the capital district
regarded them with uneasy awe.
Reputation notwithstanding, Tabito was quite certain that morale was low
among his Frontier Guards. They had been chosen arbitrarily, torn from their
young wives and old parents, marched for dusty days until they reached the port ofNaniwa--Osaka today--where they had been herded onto boats for days of
uncomfortable sailing to distant Kyushu. Their tours of duty were supposed to be
three years but they knew that recruitment often lagged and that if no replacements
arrived they would be held over. They found themselves in an unfamiliar
landscape among people whose speech they could scarcely understand. Theirsoldiering seemed to consist mostly of growing the vegetables they ate; it madethem homesick for their own fields. They were told that they were there to defendtheir emperor’s land but emperor and country were uncomprehensible: the only
loyalty they felt was to their families and homes, and they worried that they might
never see them again.
Yamamochi, at his father’s side that day, never forgot the Frontier Guards at
Dazaifu. Twenty-five years later he had to supervise the departure at Naniwa of a
new levy of men bound for Kyushu. A brilliant poet himself, greater than his father,and different (his aunt, Lady Sakanoue, had been a greater influence than his
father), it occurred to him there at the port to ask the unhappy conscripts for poems.
Most he discarded but some he included in an immense anthology he wascompiling (perhaps he touched them up a bit). Many are straightforward lamentsMy wife must be longing for me deeply-Even in the water I drink
Her face appears.
For the world I can’t forget her.
but some are forthright in their angerTruly he is an evil man
To take me as a soldier
When I am so ill!
From today on
With never a look backI go to be the emperor’s damn shield.
Faced with bored and unhappy men, Tabito was inspired to call for an
archery contest. The officers stationed on the mountain were upset--they hated tobe surprised-- but targets were set up along the earthworks and the men in thevicinity were mustered. Training had been almost totally neglected until Tabitocame as Governor General. He had ordered it stepped up but he suspected that theofficers were less than zealous in following through. Still, most of the men had
hunted for game with bows back home, and after they limbered up and got used tothe bows from the storehouse they shot well.
Competition banished lethargy, they began to enjoy themselves, and bulls-eyesbrought cries of “You got a rabbit!” or “A pheasant! You downed him!” In a quiet
aside, Tabito told Yakamochi that they did far better than the courtier guards at thecapital, who were given at least a small prize if they managed to hit the wall on
which the target was placed. The young man took the hint and from that day on
began to train harder.

Tabito personally commended those who scored highest and ordered saké
for all, further upsetting his officers, who had counted on drinking it themselves.
He left orders that such contests were to be held regularly for all the men, and herode down the mountain pleased that he had left at least one contingent of Frontier
Guards livelier than he found them. Tonight he would tell that lovely girl all aboutit.
*
The rainy season arrived, ran its sultry course, and gave way to summer’sheat. At its most enervating, one of Tabito’s legs began to pain him. He limped fora couple of days while the leg swelled and turned an ugly red. Then he took to his
bed. His temperature rose alarmingly, and the pain was worse than any he hadsuffered as a soldier. The Dazaifu physician and the pharmacist concocted herbal
medicines to reduce his fever, others to purge his blood, and still more to combat
the infection; none seemed to help. The Yin-Yang master searched the astrologicalsigns and tried all manner of divination to determine the source of the evil.
The household was shaken. With Lady Sakanoue’s blessing, the young
woman from the town moved in to share around-the-clock nursing with a devoted
maid who had come with Tabito from Nara. They kept cool cloths on his forehead,debated whether hot or cold should be applied to his leg, and second-guessed thedoctor.
Okura sent anxious inquiries. Manzei sent a team of priests who establishedthemselves in an anteroom and prayed without cessation. As word spread, prayers
went up from Buddhist temples and Shinto shrines all over Kyushu.
Tabito, feverish and dazed with pain, convinced that death was near,agonized that the head of the Otomo was dying in such a remote place, lamented
that his half- brother and nephew were not at hand to hear his last wishes. At once
an urgent message was dispatched to the capital. The bearer, riding hard on a fasthorse, carried one of the eight copper bells then allotted to Dazaifu to speed vitaljourneys; its shrill jangle cleared the narrow way ahead of him and alerted post
stations to ready a fresh horse.
Immediately the word reached Nara, the two Otomo men were summonedand ordered to ride in haste. By the time they reached Dazaifu the crisis had passed.
The infection had gathered, opened, and suppurated, and now was beginning toheal. Tabito apologized to his kinsmen for their unnecessary trip. Before long he
was up and about, and the two made ready to return. Tabito was not yet able to ride

but Captain Otomo Momoyo and Yakamochi led a group that accompanied themto the post station on Hakata Bay, then as now a busy port. After sharing a farewelldrink and exchanging poems, the two travelers boarded a boat for a return journeymore leisurely than their headlong dash to reach Dazaifu.
*
The rest of the year moved by without drama. Tabito especially enjoyedsitting with Okura before an open window at the residence, gazing at themountains in the distance, noting their changing colors as autumn advanced, andlooking down at the Chinese red and gold of the headquarters, while they
discussed Chinese poets and philosophers. Tabito never tired of hearing Okura
reminisce about his years in China.
At the end of the year Tabito received the orders he had often longed for. He
was promoted to be one of the Great Counselors, the topmost three or four officials
in the government. His term as Governor General of Dazaifu was over. He was toreturn to the capital to take up his new duties.
He was under no illusion. He knew that the appointment, coming so late in
his life, was largely ceremonial: he would have no real influence, exercise no great
power. But it was an honor. He prepared to travel during the coldest time of theyear.
Now that he must leave Dazaifu he had the inevitable regrets. He would
miss Okura and Manzei. He would not again see the plum blossoms outside thewindow of the Governor General’s residence. He would miss the girl.
He told her when she came on the evening of the day that he received hisorders, but he knew that she had already heard. She buried her head against hischest and made no sound, but when he lifted her face to his it was wet with tears.
He had already done what he could. He had given her a teahouse of her own
and enough money so that she would be independent. She need never entertain a
man unless she chose to.
He included her in the party that would see him off. One or two of the others
were miffed by this (but not Okura or Manzei or Lady Sakanoue), which bothered
him not at all; he was old enough and held enough rank to do as he pleased. And so
she was one of those who rode with him as far as the post station at Ashiki, closeby Mizuki, the massive defensive dam across the river.

Tears were shed at Ashiki, and not only by the girl. Of course poems were
exchanged, this by the governor of Chikugo:
Dismal from now on,
the road over Ki Mountain-and I had always wanted to take it!
The girl--her name was Kojima--tried hard not to embarrass him by being
emotional:
Don’t let your heartrace with thoughts of home.
Watch the winds
with care before you go
for the sea road is a savage one.
Tabito’s reply was less restrained:
That 1, who thought myself a strong man,
Should now, on Mizuki’s embankment,
Shed tears on bidding you farewell!
And then he was gone. He boarded a ship at Hakata Bay and sailed into theInland Sea. As he passed coastal views that he had shared with his wife on the way
down to Dazaifu the old sorrow deepened and it did not lighten when he reachedhome, where everything reminded him of her: Yet in dreams his contrary heart
flew to Dazaifu.
This empty house,
with no one here,
is more painful to be inthan to be on a lonely sojourn,with grass for a pillow.

His friends rallied to welcome him home and after the festivities of the New
Year he took up his new duties. He did not long enjoy his lofty position at the
court. He died on the twenty-fifth day of the seventh month.
Okura ended his tour as governor of Chikuzen that year, but returned toNara too late to see his old friend. Manzei was still building Kanzeonji.

CHAPTER FOUR
The years 730-775
Principal characters
The monk Fusho
Priest Gembo
Kibi Makibi
Otomo Yakamochi, son of Tabito, now head of the Otomo family
The Emperor Shomu
His consort, Empress Kogyo
Fujiwara Hirotsugu
Fujiwara Nakamaro
Priest Ganjin, from China
Otomo Komaro, nephew of Tabito, cousin of Yakamochi
Empress Koken, daughter of Shomu and Kogyo; she reigned twice, thesecond time as Empress Shotoku
Priest Dokyo

Otomo Tabito was admirably suited to receive foreign dignitaries but none
appeared during his term as Governor General of Dazaifu; his courtier’s polish andfacility in Chinese were never put to use. After he returned to the capital, the paceof diplomatic exchange quickened. In 732 Dazaifu sent off a mission to the Sillagovernment of Korea, a gesture toward easing the usually sour relationship withthat country. Tensions did lessen a bit, for shortly thereafter a delegation from Silla
made a return visit. They bore the customary ceremonial gifts, which the Japaneserecorded as “tribute.” Each country, aping China, labeled the other a subordinate,obligated to acknowledge subservience with offerings. In their China-centeredworld, there was no such thing as diplomacy between equals: nations, like
individuals, had to be part of a hierarchy.
Awesome though China was, it irked the Japanese to play vassal. More thana century earlier, they had attempted to assert equality by addressing a letter fromthe Emperor of the Land of the Rising Sun to the Emperor of the Land of theSetting Sun. The unlucky envoy who delivered this letter got a severe scolding,and on his return trip found it prudent to lose the reply from the Chinese emperor
rather than deliver it to his own sovereign. He was forgiven for his carelessness.
After one more try (“From the Emperor of the East to the Emperor of theWest”), which the Chinese rejected with equal hauteur, the Japanese stopped

sending a letter with their ambassador and thus avoided humbling themselves inwriting. The Chinese harrumphed at this, but put up with it.
In 733, the year after the exchange with Silla, Dazaifu’s reception center at
the port of Hakata had the much bigger job of dispatching the most impressive
mission to China that Japan had ever attempted. Previously only one or two ships
were sent; this time four ships were especially built for the hazardous voyage. A
century earlier, the Japanese were able to cross the strait and then hug the coast of
Korea and the Liaotung Peninsula to get to northeastern China; now Silla would
not permit Japanese ships to enter Korean harbors, forcing them to take the longer,
more dangerous route south to the Ryukyus Islands and then across the China Sea.
The ships were big, about 130 feet long, but they had just one mast
amidships and were flat-bottomed, without a keel, so they could sail only before
the wind. A ship could carry 150 men, about half of them crew, who had to row if
the wind failed or was contrary. The crew included navigators, diviners, carpenters,
physicians, archers, and interpreters.
The passengers were chosen for their potential. Painters, sculptors,
musicians--all kinds of artists and artisans--were sent to polish their skills. Youngscholars and Buddhist priests were dispatched to study at the fountainhead ofknowledge; some of them expected that their stay in China would stretch to many
years.
Inconspicuous among them were two young monks who had been chosen
for a special mission by a high priest at Nara. They were to seek out in China a
Buddhist priest of such eminence and character that he could impose order onJapan’s unruly Buddhist establishment. Buddhism was still young in Japan--only acouple of centuries had passed since its introduction--and it was not yet properlyorganized. The greatest problem was with ordination. There were no standards tomeet before one donned the robes, no criteria and no tests and no authority to
enforce standards. One could ordain oneself by uttering a simple vow. All too
often monasteries were noisy and profane, priests and nuns were licentious. The
government had issued dozens of laws to no effect. The priesthood had to bereformed from within. The two monks were expected to find a priest who could dothat, and somehow persuade him to emigrate to Japan. It would not be easy, butthey were given time. They would remain in China until Japan sent its next envoy,
whenever that might be.
To head a mission to China, to impress the Chinese, the Japanese always
chose a courtier of polish and skill. In this case he was a Fujiwara. Before he left
the capital, he sought out Yamanoue Okura for first-hand knowledge of China andthe difficult voyage. Okura gave him a parting poem: “Farewell, let there be nomischance. Come back quickly!”
There was always probability of mischance. Experience told the Japanesethat very likely half the ships and the men they carried would never see Japanagain. In the late spring of 733 Dazaifu officials saw them off with tearful
farewells. The men aboard toasted each other as men did who set out to face
danger, their wine cups filled with water.
At first the four vessels were able to keep together, then they lost sight ofeach other. They weathered a terrifying storm, fought contrary winds, wallowed indead calm, but all four made port in China. Their voyage had taken more than
three months.
It took more months to arrange travel to the capital and to make the longoverland trek. They arrived just about a year after leaving Dazaifu.
Hoping for advice, the young monks sought out two Japanese who had been
in China for the seventeen years since the last Japanese embassy, years that eachhad filled with accomplishment. Now they were preparing to return home, fitted
for important service.
First they visited Priest Gembo. They were awed. His scholarship had won
the admiration of the Chinese emperor, who had awarded him high court rank anda singular honor, the purple robe of state. No Japanese before him had been so
praised. A stocky man with dark, heavy brows set in a face like a warrior’s, hegave them a perfunctory audience and left them breathless. They heard that he wascarrying back to Japan a number of precious Buddhist images and more than athousand volumes of scripture.
After Gembo, his friend Makibi seemed ordinary, although his reputation
was almost as great. A member of the ancient Kibi family, Makibi was a small,mild man, but the monks sensed that he was dedicated to proper form and etiquette.
As a Confucian scholar preparing for government service, he had specialized in the
Chinese classics, but he had also studied astronomy, divination, military strategy,
and the mathematical science of making an accurate calendar. He told his two
young visitors that he had learned to play the Chinese lute called the biwa and achallenging game called go, played with black and white stones on a board marked
into squares; he recommended that the monks learn it--excellent mental exercise.
He had come to China when he was twenty-three, he remarked, about the same age
as the two before him; now he was forty. He managed to give the monks aninterview without interrupting his painstaking arrangements for packing all that hewas taking home: 130 volumes on the rites of the Chinese government; theChinese calendar and twelve volumes of studies concerning it (the Japanese would
use that calendar for a century); ten volumes on music; a bronze tuning pipe; aniron sundial; twenty armor-piercing arrows; ten flat- trajectory arrows; the list went
on and on. Neither Gembo nor Makibi offered the monks much guidance for theirsearch.
It was autumn when the Japanese ambassador and his party left the capitalfor the long journey home--without the two monks and the others who had come to
China to stay for years, but with Gembo and Makibi.
Back at Dazaifu, men waited anxiously. At last, a year and a half after theships had sailed for China, word came by courier from the governor of Satsuma:
the ambassador’s ship had reached the island of Tane, about twenty miles south of
Kyushu. A week later the ambassador and his aides arrived on horses provided by
the governor; with them were Gembo and Makibi.
Dazaifu’s officials extended themselves to make the travelers comfortable
and to feed them well after the privation they had endured at sea. Outfitted withnew clothing, rested and in good spirits, they set out for the capital to report to theemperor. The court was impressed by the accomplishments of Makibi and Gembo,
grateful for the treasures they had brought. Gembo was promptly awarded anincrease in stipend. Makibi was appointed to the faculty of the university and wasmade tutor to the emperor’s daughter; three quick promotions in rank followed.
It was months before a second ship appeared. Much later it was learned thata third ship had been disabled and driven back to China, stranding its passengers tosearch for another ship to Japan. The fourth ship was less lucky: it had drifted far
south to the area of Vietnam, where all but three or four of those on board wereslaughtered by natives before the Chinese rescued them.
By then Dazaifu was in the grip of crisis. In the eighth month of 735 theGovernor General dispatched by swift courier the first urgent message to the court.
It stated that a killer disease was ravaging the population of Kyushu. Eleven days
later he sent another emergency message: “A pestilence characterized by swellings
has spread widely in the provinces under our jurisdiction. The whole populace isbedridden. We request exemption from the local products tax for this year.” Therequest was granted.
The physician at Dazaifu did not feel confident enough to identify thedisease but the medical officers at the court recognized the symptoms: a smallpox
epidemic was raging on Kyushu.

Smallpox was not new to Japan. The history of smallpox begins in thedensely populated Mediterranean area. From there nomads, traders, and invaderscarried the disease east and west from one population center to another. Smallpox
probably reached China by the fourth century.
Japan’s isolation from the continent was a mixed blessing. It protected theislands from some of the great epidemics that swept China and Korea, but being
protected meant that the Japanese did not develop the immunity that comes fromcontinued exposure. Every new generation was vulnerable. When a disease likesmallpox crossed to Japan, it was devastating. The government knew that, andstanding orders directed officials in the provinces to report an
epidemic by messengers speeded with the highest priority.
Epidemics hit hardest in heavily populated areas like advanced, productive
northern Kyushu. The smallpox that broke out in 735 was more deadly because
there had been famines in 732 and 733 and the prospects for the harvest of 735
were just as bleak: malnutrition had weakened the peasant population.
The government responded swiftly. It sent the medicines prescribed by
Chinese practice. It broke precedent by authorizing the release of grain fromgovernment warehouses to the victims (previously grain had been released only incases of famine). It ordered the Buddhist temples and Shinto shrines on Kyushu tosend up prayers to end the pestilence and alleviate the suffering. It directed thegovernors of the western provinces of Honshu to conduct purification rites toprevent the disease from jumping the strait to that island.
But by year’s end it had jumped to Honshu and was spreading. The final
entry in the court’s chronicle for the year is grim: “In this year the harvest failed
completely and from summer to winter the whole realm suffered from smallpox....
Those who died were many.”
Through 736 the disease moved up along the Inland Sea. By 737 it was
raging in the capital. In the third month the court called for powerful Buddhist
measures: each province was ordered to make statues of the Buddha and his two
attendants and to copy a scripture. In the sixth month the Council of State issued along order to all provinces except those on Kyushu; Dazaifu didn’t have to be told
what it was up against. At a time when in Europe smallpox was often confusedwith other diseases which were attributed to astrological discord, the Japanese had
identified and described this killer and could provide sensible instructions
concerning care.

“Without fail, keep the patient warm. Never let him become chilled. When
there is no floor, do not lie directly on the earth. Spread a straw mat on the groundand lie down to rest.”
High fever will make the “victim want to drink cold water. Firmly restrain
him and do not let him drink ... water or suck ice.... Do not eat raw fish or fresh
vegetables.
“Distresses which occur along with the infection are of four types. In somecases there are coughs, in some vomiting, in others regurgitation of blood, and yetothers nosebleeds. Of all secondary illnesses, diarrhea is the worst. Be aware ofthis and strive diligently in personal care.... If diarrhea should develop, boil onions
and scallions well,... mix in eight or nine parts of glutinous rice flour,boil, and drink while warm. Repeat this procedure two or three times.
Also, eat either glutinous or non-glutinous rice as a thick gruel.”
The order concluded: “All in the capital district have been bedridden withthis disease. Many have died. We are also aware that people in the provinces havebeen afflicted with this distress.... Each provincial governor should send [these
instructions] along to his neighbor.... The provincial office shall make a tour of its
jurisdiction and announce these instructions to the people.... When this orderarrives, carry it out.”
The common people of the capital, crowded together, were hard hit; thearistocracy had more knowledge of the disease and to some extent could isolatethemselves, but in this dread year even an imperial prince died. The business of thecourt was suspended because so many officials were ill. The powerful Fujiwara
family had proliferated into four major branches; the head of each was struck down(the distraught court promoted one of them to Great Minister as he lay dying). The
chronicle for 737 summed it up: “Through the summer and fall, people in therealm from aristocrats on down died one after another in countless numbers. In
recent times, there has been nothing like this.”
Surviving records indicate that about one-third of Japan’s population died.
In northern Kyushu, which was hit first and hardest and suffered for three straightyears, two-thirds or more of the people died; it had been advanced and prosperous;
it was relegated to a backwater. The death toll was greatest among adults in theirproductive, working years. The elderly, having survived a previous epidemic, had
immunity; children were able to throw off the disease. The old and the young wereleft without family members to provide for them; many wandered homeless. Fields
lay barren because there was no one to cultivate them. Farming was really thecountry’s only industry, the sole source of the taxes that supported the ruling class.
Taxes stopped flowing from much of the country.
It would be surprising if a disaster so great did not shake the government; It
did.
The crisis in agriculture led to a fundamental shift in policy. Previously it
was held that all of the country’s rice land belonged to the emperor, and that the
government could shift people around to get maximum productivity--and taxes.
The new law gave both aristocrats and peasants perpetual right to paddy land they
had themselves cleared and brought into production. This introduction of private
property was a difference with far-reaching consequences.
There was a new administration. With the Fujiwara leaders wiped out, men
who had been outsiders came to power. Young men like Tabito’s son Otomo
Yakamochi saw their friends take office, and hopes for their own careers
brightened. Makibi fit smoothly into the new regime. Gembo was appointed theHigh Priest of Buddhism.
The emperor, Shomu by name, had not been an ardent Buddhist. He had
been educated to be a Confucian ruler. Confucianism told him that if disasters fell
upon a land it was because of faults in the ruler. In 732 Shomu attributed famine to“Our lack of virtue.” And he shouldered the blame for the epidemic in 735: “1 fear
the responsibility is all mine.”
Shomu’s burden of guilt brought him to Buddhism, for Buddhism explains
suffering, and it brought him close to Gembo, who provided solace. Under
Gembo’s tutelage Shomu became one of the most ardent Buddhists in the long lineof Japanese emperors.
Gembo was able to comfort Shomu in another way. The emperor wastormented by family discord. From the day Shomu was born, his mother rejected
him, refused even to see him. The reasons are not known today; some think she
suffered from severe depression. Makibi arranged that Gembo meet her, andGembo was able to reconcile mother and son. For that he earned the gratitude andconfidence of the emperor and the Fujiwara family too, for both Shomu~s motherand his consort were daughters of an eminent Fujiwara statesman.
Shomu’s predecessors had used Buddhism: used its doctrines and its appeal
to bolster the government, to enhance the position of the emperor, to centralize
power; they saw in it a useful tool and they kept it under tight control.

Shomu and his consort surrendered to Buddhism; it may have been Gembo
who suggested that the lady change her name to Komyo, “The Light of the
Buddha.” With Gembo as advocate and counselor, Shomu determined to spread
Buddhism throughout the realm. A stream of decrees ordered that every province
make Buddhist statues, copy scriptures, and erect seven-storied pagodas.
Then in 741 came the greatest project of all: to build in every province anational temple and a national nunnery. They were not to be modest chapels. With
Gembo’s guidance Shomu specified that each temple would have a main hallenshrining statues of the Buddha and his attendants surrounded by the Four
Heavenly Kings; the compounds were to include pagodas, a lecture hall, a belfry, adining hall, monks’ quarters, and a main gate facing south. Each of the temples
was to be staffed by twenty monks, who were to pray for the protection of the state.
The nunneries, a little smaller, were each to have ten nuns who would pray for theatonement of sins. To build them, money was provided from the national treasury,
the great families were pressured to contribute, and the peasants were to be drafted
for labor; lands were assigned to each new temple to provide income.
The system was to be crowned by a headquarters temple in the capital.
Named the Todaiji, it would enshrine a colossal bronze Buddha more than sixty
feet high. Towering over worshipers in the soft light of the great hall, shimmering
in its coat of gold, it would celebrate both the power of Buddha and the parallel
power of the emperor and the state.
The miracle is that these temples, all across the country and in the capital,
were actually built. In 741 the governors of the provinces must have winced when
they received the orders and thought of the forced labor that would have to be
exacted from the peasants. At Dazaifu, where Kanzeonji--mandated more thanseventy years earlier by another emperor--was still unfinished, the Governor
General wondered how to place another Buddhist burden on his
smallpox- devastated provinces.
Dazaifu was in a state of shock. The year before it had been involved in a
major rebellion and its future was in doubt. In 739 or early in 740 a scion of the
Fujiwara family named Hirotsugu, son of one of the four leaders who had beentaken by smallpox, was exiled to Dazaifu. Although the court humiliated him byputting him in the number three post, Junior Assistant Governor General, in thesummer of 740 the top two positions were either vacant or the men assigned tothem were enjoying life in the capital. Hirotsugu was in command.
Late in the eighth month the government was startled to receive from him anangry memorial harshly criticizing the administration and demanding that HighPriest Gembo and Minister Makibi be it eliminated.” Before the court could reply,
word came from other sources that Hirotsugu had raised an army and was leading
almost all of Kyushu in rebellion.
The government issued a call for an army of 17,000 and appointed a general
to command it. He at once dispatched a number of undercover agents, including
Hayato, to infiltrate Kyushu with a call for loyalty. Fearing that they had beenintercepted, he sent more agents a few days later with another imperial rescript:“The traitor Hirotsugu was a wicked youth and came to do more and moreevil as he grew up. His late father ... wanted to disinherit him, but We intervened.
However, when he slandered his family, We sent him away and were awaiting hisreform. Now it comes to Our ears that he has begun a ridiculous rebellion, causing
suffering among the people. Because of his extreme disloyalty and lack of filial
piety, the gods of heaven and earth will surely bring his destruction in a matter ofdays.”The message went on to promise a tempting reward to any man who slayed
Hirotsugu. It ended, “Our imperial army is advancing on Kyushu.”Opinions of Hirotsugu differ sharply. Many believe that the rescript pained
an accurate picture, that he was an irascible fellow whose own family was glad to
get rid of him. Others see him as a sensitive man who was distraught by the deaths
in his family and unhinged by conditions among the disease-ravaged population of
Kyushu.
In the Kyushu tradition of disdain for central authority, both peasants andlocal magnates rallied to support him. They gave him an army of 15,000 men. He
determined to use it, although his aims in going to war were vague in his own mind.
In the beginning he was only lashing out against Makibi, Gembo, and,through them, the prime minister. To him they were interlopers taking advantageof the decimated Fujiwara leadership. Gembo and Makibi seemed vulnerable. They
were cohorts because of their years together in China. Their rapid rise to power
had excited jealousy.
It was easy for him to dislike Makibi. He came from a provincial
family-- distinguished in its own right, but provincial--and therefore he would
forever be a coarse outsider. He was a formidable scholar (which did not impress
Hirotsugu) but he was crusty and impatient of lesser minds. He did not cultivate
the urbanity so important to a courtier.

Hirotsugu scorned Makibi but he hated Gembo. Priestly robes had not kept
Gembo from womanizing. It was whispered that in ministering to the queen
mother he had graduated from counselor to lover, and it was rumored that withHirotsugu out of the way at Dazaifu, Gembo had targeted his attractive wife. Even
if the lady did not complain to her husband, which some surmise that she did, therumors would have reached Dazaifu.
Events moved quickly. With the first elements of his army the emperor’s
general marched swiftly to the tip of Honshu, across the strait from Kyushu. The
emperor moved in the opposite direction. Shomu was not nearly as confident as hesounded in the rescript drafted for him. Fearful of Hirotsugu’s friends in the capital,
he fled. For four days he and his court (including young Otomo Yakamochi)
slogged through rain and mud to what looked like a safer place.
Hirotsugu had devised what he regarded as a shrewd strategy. Under
Dazaifu’s command were three strongholds--fortified outposts with granaries andstores of weapons--one at the strait and two on Kyushu’s Inland Sea coast facing
Honshu. By securing them, he could add their garrisons to his force, get ample
supplies, and deny those supplies to the government army. He foresaw no
difficulty: those outposts were commanded by officers from the capital, likehimself, he could count on them.
At Dazaifu he split his troops into three contingents and sent each marching
toward one of those posts. He led the column heading for the fort close to the strait,
thinking that probably the government army would cross there. Wherever it landed,
his three forces would converge in attack. His own troops included Hayato
warriors, and he had great faith in them. He felt confident.
A few years earlier his plan could have worked. Then the strongholds weremanned by Frontier Guards; with no loyalties one way or the other, they would
have fought as their officers ordered.
But the Frontier Guards had been disbanded and sent home. They were replaced by
local soldiers.
At his headquarters on the strait the government general digested
intelligence reports coming in from Kyushu, commandeered ships assembled foran embassy to Korea, and started moving his army across to Kyushu.
The government’s undercover agents had done their work well. With a fullrepertory of bribes, promises, and threats, they had won over the local leadersalong the coast. On their orders, their men manning the two Inland Sea strongholds

killed their Dazaifu officers and then ambushed and shattered Hirotsugu’s
advancing columns. The men in the outpost on the strait did not wait for
Hirotsugu’s arrival. When they saw the government soldiers landing they rushed tosurrender.
Hirotsugu retreated with his troops to a position across a river and used
Dazaifu’s system of signal fires to try to raise more men. For fifteen days the
opposing armies reconnoitered. The government general sent a titled emissary
bearing a substantial gift of gold on a two-day journey to the eminent Shinto shrine
at Usa. In the name of the emperor he asked the priests of Usa to pray for agovernment victory. Shrines and temples nearer at hand were of course asked tosend up their prayers. Hirotsugu was doing the same thing. A
number of priests had to resolve conflicts of interest, having accepted
gold from both sides.
On a chilly day in late autumn the armies faced each other across the river.
The government had come up with about 6,000 men of the 17,000 originally
announced. Hirotsugu had them outnumbered with a force of 10,000, his trusted
Hayato in the van.
In a preliminary skirmish, Hirotsugu sent some of his Hayato to cross theriver on rafts. They were driven back by volleys of stone-tipped arrows. As they
retreated, Hayato warriors with the government army called to their clansmen
across the river: “Surrender! Surrender to the emperor’s army! Save yourselves!
Save your families!” Hirotsugu was dismayed to see his Hayato lower their bows.
That skirmish was a breach of decorum: the battle should not have begun
without proper declamations.
Now the government’s senior captain rode to the front of his troops andcalled to Hirotsugu. There was no answer. He called again. He called ten times
before Hirotsugu rode forward.
“Hirotsugu hears the Emperor’s messenger,” he shouted. “Who is themessenger?”
The captain identified himself He was Saeki Tsunehito, the Saeki being abranch of the Otomo. The general and he were the Emperor’s messengers, hecalled. They were present to hear Hirotsugu.
“Hirotsugu acknowledges the Emperor’s messengers.” He dismounted andbowed respectfully. “Hirotsugu does not rebel against the Emperor,” he called.

“Hirotsugu dares not to defy the court. He requests only that two wicked men be
expelled from the court. If Hirotsugu is a rebel may the heavenly gods strike him
down!”
Saeki’s voice carried loud across the river. “Then why,” he shouted, “doesHirotsugu come with a huge army?”
There was no answer. On both sides of the river men waited, but there wasno answer.
Hirotsugu rose, mounted his horse, and rode back to his army.
It was a dispiriting performance. Seeing it, Hirotsugu’s Hayato were taken
aback. Suddenly three of them bolted for the river. Hayato from the government
army rode forward to help them cross. Twenty more Hayato dashed to surrender,
then some of Hirotsugu’s other troops. It was the beginning of a rout.
Hirotsugu escaped the battlefield and, almost alone, fled to the west, clear
across the northern coast of Kyushu to its northwestern corner and to the Goto
Islands that lie beyond. He did not run blindly, for that district is one where hemight reasonably have hoped to get help. Its inhabitants were noted for theirbuccaneering spirit and truculent stance toward authority; the ancient chronicles
stigmatize them as “earth-spiders” (perhaps because in prehistoric times they
sensibly dwelled in caves for warmth in winter and coolness in summer) and cite
victories over them by mythic emperors--empty victories if they occurred, since
they changed nothing.
The fugitive did find help on one of the islands. For a price, seamen agreed
to take him across to Korea. They almost made it, but then a storm rose and blewthem back to where they’d started. Hirotsugu was quickly seized. Just six months
after he raised his rebellion, he was executed.
That was not the end of the story, for, as a chronicle noted, “his spirit was
not pacified.”
There was a powerful belief, shared by peasants and nobility alike, that thespirit of one who died in unnatural circumstances would roam the earth until it wasappeased, either by taking revenge on its enemies or by the prayers and venerationof the living. The people of the district where Hirotsugu died promptly erected a
temple to console his spirit with Buddhist prayer. A man who had been
hunted down and executed by the government evoked sympathy
among those contrary people. The temple’s name indicated that manycontributions went to build it.
In the meantime, the court, upset that its Distant Headquarters had harboredrebellion, took Draconian measures: it abolished Dazaifu and assigned its
responsibilities to the governor of Chikuzen (Okura’s old job). Two years later,
with the realization that the governor of Chikuzen was in no position to control all
Kyushu nor to handle the coming and going of diplomats, a military headquarters
was set up to take over. In the next year, 745, realities were faced and Dazaifu wasreestablished.
In that same year the government gave Hirotsugu’s memorial temple
official status by assigning a priest and setting aside rice lands to support it. This
was an early sign that the Fujiwara were regaining influence. One of Hirotsugu’s
cousins was rising to prominence. He was Fujiwara Nakamaro and he had somescores to settle.
First he moved against Priest Gembo. Gembo and Makibi had not been
dismissed as a result of Hirotsugu’s charges, but his accusations cast a harsh lighton them so that their standing at the court had eroded. In 745 Gembo was strippedof his title as High Priest and consigned to Dazaifu to complete the building ofKanzeonji. It was an empty assignment: the temple was all but finished. Gembo
had little to do except, six months later, to preside at the dedication. When the
ceremonies began and it came time for his stately entrance, his escorts found only
a headless corpse.
In the minds of most people there was no question: the vengeful spirit ofHirotsugu had prevailed. The man utilized by the spirit to run the sword throughGembo was never apprehended; in the crowd gathered for the dedication
ceremonies it was easy for him to slip away. It was taken for granted that he waseither a loyal follower of Hirotsugu or a hired assassin sent by Nakamaro. Somesay that on the day the hit man returned to the capital, Gembo’s severed head wasthrown over the wall into the family temple of the Fujiwara.
Behind Kanzeonji there is a solitary grave, very old, with a stone of the kindthat marks a priest’s grave. People say that Gembo is buried there. I stopsometimes to say a prayer.
In 750, five years after Gembo was exiled, Nakamaro managed to dislodge
Kibi Makibi from the court and send him to be governor of Chikuzen. Brief service
there left Makibi healthy, so Nakamaro had him shifted to Hizen, the province
where Hirotsugu had met his end
and where his tormented spirit was surely most potent.

It is said that Nakamaro, wanting to make doubly sure, dispatched a secretagent to eliminate Makibi as Gembo had been eliminated, but that the frustrated
killer returned to report that it was hopeless: Makibi had surrounded himself withan airtight defense and to further confound his enemies he was personally offering
prayers at Hirotsugu’s memorial temple. To which Nakamaro replied: “That’s
Makibi!--very different from Gembo, who was led astray by sex.
In the next year, 751, Makibi received a new assignment, one that his friends
hoped would rejuvenate his career and his enemies hoped would get rid of him
permanently. Another mission was to be sent to China, the first since the one that
had brought Makibi and Gembo home seventeen years earlier. Makibi was to go.
The four ships that carried the embassy reached China in the summer of 752
but it was autumn before they arrived in the capital. One of the two monks had
died. The survivor, named Fusho, hurried to meet his countrymen. He first begged
an audience with the ambassador, a Fujiwara with the manner and appearance of atrue aristocrat, but who seemed so indifferent that Fusho cut short his story andbowed out.
He then sought out Makibi, the number two man of the mission. Makibi
listened, but seemed little moved, as Fusho poured out his story. He told how, after
years of effort, the two of them had been able to meet Ganjin, one of China’s great
masters of Buddhism, hoping that he would recommend someone to go to Japan.
Ganjin was then fifty-five, a sturdy man with a wide brow, large eyes, aprominent nose, and a generous mouth. He received them with more than thirty ofhis disciples ranged behind him.
He listened to their plea and then turned to face his disciples. The voyage
would be dangerous, he said, but it would be for the good of Buddhism, and a
Buddhist should not be reluctant to risk his life. He asked three times who would
answer the call. There was no response.
“Since none of you will go, I shall,” he said, and from among the disciples
bowed before him he named seventeen who would accompany him.
There was still a problem, Fusho told Makibi. Ganjin was so important that
the Chinese government would never authorize his leaving. However, the two
Japanese monks had been able to arrange a meeting with the prime minister. Fusho
chose his words carefully:“He was a clever man. I think he enjoyed intrigue.” For the firsttime, Makibi showed a flicker of interest. “Though it was illegal, hesecretly issued an authorization for us to depart.”
Fusho went on with his story. A ship was built, Ganjin assembled a long listof ritual items to be taken along, and they decided to sail in the spring of 743,
when the seasonal winds would be favorable. They were delayed for almost twomonths because the coastal waters were infested with pirates; no ships could leave.
Then, just before they were to sail, they were betrayed by one of the Chinesemonks who thought he was going to be left behind because he had behaved
deplorably in the fleshpots of the port. The police seized their ship and their cargo,
and the two Japanese spent the summer in prison, until a letter from the prime
minister set them free.
Gan in took it all philosophically. He was determined to go to Japan, he told
the Japanese, and he would finance the voyage. A few monks dropped out but
Ganjin added artisans--painters, sculptors, jade workers, embroiderers--and heassembled all kinds of religious articles: Buddhist texts, images, paintings, banners,
rugs, clerical robes, shoes, chairs, canopies, and incense, as well as medicines,
perfumes, pepper, sugar, honey, and coins.
On a moonlit night in late December they sailed down the Yangtze River.
Bad weather forced them to moor off a coastal island for a month. When they set
out again, high waves caught them as they tried to find their way through theislands. Their ship was dashed onto rocks and broke up. Passengers and crew
escaped to a sand spit but all their cargo was washed away. A week later a patrol
ship picked them up. On the quiet sail back to the coast Ganjin began to plan athird attempt.
They were confined in a monastery near the port. The monks there begged
Ganjin to lecture and administer the vows, and the Japanese experienced theexcitement of learning from one of Buddhism’s great figures. To prevent Ganjin
from leaving China, the monks of the monastery instigated the arrest of Fusho’s
companion, whom they took to be the ringleader. He was shackled around the neckand sent off to the capital, but the prime minister, loath to see any chicanery of his
go awry, intervened again. The monk was back within a month, equipped with aforged letter stating that he had fallen ill and died. He was now officially a freespirit.
Determined to make another attempt, Ganjin led his group on the long walktoward their original port of departure. They were almost there when theauthorities descended upon them. One of Ganjin’s senior disciples, out of concern
for his master’s safety, had petitioned the government to prevent his leaving China

on the grounds that he was too valuable an asset to lose. Ganjin was put in thecustody of the monastery where he still held the position of chief priest, and withthat their venture collapsed. Ganjin told the Japanese that he still was determined
to go to Japan but it would be years before they could dare to make another attempt.
As the year 744 drew to a close they said goodbye.
Four years passed before they thought it safe to visit him again. They found
him as vigorous as ever. This time, he told them, they would succeed. A new ship
was built and they assembled cargo like that they carried before.
On a summer night in 748 they again sailed down the Yangtze. Among theislands of the estuary they were becalmed for two months. When winds came andcarried them out to sea they were hit by a tempest. They survived but drifted
helpless. They finally ended on the island of Hainan, south of continental China,
across Tonkin Bay from Vietnam. They were roughly two and a half times farther
from Japan than when they started out.
It was more than a year before they made it back to the mainland, andanother year to make the long journey up the coast, slowed everywhere by appeals
for Ganjin’s ministrations. Along the way, Fusho’s companion died, exhausted,
and Ganjin, losing his sight from cataracts, submitted to an operation by areputedly skilled Arabian; the operation failed and Ganjin was left totally blind andexhausted. He was still set on keeping his vow to go to Japan, he told Fusho as
they parted in the summer of 750, but they needed a long rest before trying again.
That was his story up till now, Fusho told Makibi, and he was disappointed.
From his long years in China, Makibi must have been aware of Ganjin’s eminence,but he displayed no interest in getting him to Japan. Instead he appeared to be
irritated at hearing about their unsuccessful attempts. A successful voyage, helectured sternly, depended on proper preparation and competent navigation. Fusho
left disheartened. Makibi had changed, he thought. The scholar had become astarchy bureaucrat.
Third in command of the Japanese mission was Vice Ambassador Otomo
Komaro, Tabito’s nephew, Yakamochi’s cousin, one of the two who had rushed to
Dazaifu when Tabito thought he was dying. Komaro had never heard of Ganjin but
he was moved by Fusho’s story. Fusho had finally found an ally.
The Japanese settled in to spend the winter at the Chinese capital. Fusho wasshocked to learn that at the emperor’s New Year’s reception the ambassador had
created a rumpus. Finding that the ambassador from Silla Korea was ranked
highest among the guests, he made such an unseemly display that he was grantedfirst place. Fusho knew that the Chinese court must have been irked. China asked
little from the barbarian subject-states on its fringe except that they keep the peace
among themselves. The rancor between Japan and Korea was an irritation.
When summer came the Japanese began preparations to leave. True to hisword, Otomo Komaro initiated a request that Ganjin and his followers be permitted
to accompany them. This time the Chinese made no objection, but then theemperor, an ardent Taoist with an antipathy toward Buddhism, insisted that if
Ganjin went, Taoist priests must go too. Confucianism was already deep-rooted inJapan, Buddhism was planted, and Taoist ideas had penetrated, but the Japanese
had no wish to accept the institutions of Taoism. They withdrew their petition.
Once again, Ganjin, his monks, and his artisans would have to depart illegally.
At first the ambassador took them aboard his ship, but then he got cold feetand ordered them off. It was Otomo Komaro who secretly defied the ambassador
and overloaded his ship by taking them all
aboard.
The first leg of the journey was anticlimactic; a week of smooth sailingbrought three of the four ships to Okinawa: the ambassador’s, Makibi’s, andKomaro’s. There they were delayed two weeks, first by a storm, then by dead calm.
When they set out, the ambassador’s ship promptly ran aground, stuck on a reef.
He signaled the other two ships to go on.
Komaro’s ship with Fusho and Ganjin reached Yaku Island the next day.
They were now only about fifty miles from the southern tip of Kyushu, but they
had to wait ten days for favorable winds. The day after they sailed they ran into agale and for two days were tossed about by mountainous waves. Fusho and Ganjin
remained calm. They had been through much worse. On a crisp, sunny winterafternoon they sailed into the harbor of Akimeya, a fishing village in thesouthwestern corner of Satsuma province. Word was rushed to the governor of
Satsuma, horses were provided, and Komaro and his aides set out at once for
Dazaifu. The next morning the governor arrived to greet Ganjin and to provide anescort to guide the party and arrange accommodations. Five days of riding on goodhorses brought them to Dazaifu.
They were welcomed, congratulated, honored. The New Year was almost
upon them. They were caught up in its festivities. They conducted services atKanzeonji and, not far away, at the newly built national temple for Chikuzen
Province, one of those that the Emperor Shomu had ordered to be erected in eachprovince. Early in their stay they learned that Makibi’s ship had reached Satsuma
not long after theirs but had sailed on; Makibi hoped to be the first to reach Nara

and report the completion of their mission. He was disappointed to find that
Komaro beat him to the capital.
Although Makibi chose not to stop at Dazaifu he laid a chore on it. Shortly after
his first return from China, in 735, Dazaifu had been ordered to erect signposts on
the islands stretching southward from Kyushu to Okinawa. Each sign would bear
the name of its island, the location of anchorages, places to get good water, and thecourses from there, with distances. Sailing through those islands this year, he was
not pleased with what he found. Not long after he reached Nara, Dazaifu received
an order to repair or replace those signposts. Makibi detested sloppy administration.
Dazaifu may have found out for itself about those signs. It had sent a team along
the southern islands to Okinawa to inquire about the ambassador’s ship. They
learned that the ship had sailed from Okinawa but that nothing was known of it
after that. Four months after Komaro’s ship arrived with Ganjin and Fusho, thefourth ship reached the Satsuma coast, brightening hopes for the ship still missing.
It was years before the Japanese learned what happened to it. Like Fusho’s andGanjin’s ship in 748, it had been blown far south to Indochina, ending on the coastof Annam, today’s Vietnam. There were only about a dozen survivors, including
the ambassador. They made it back to the Chinese capital but none ever got home
to Japan.
Meanwhile, Ganjin had been given a savior’s welcome at Nara. Makibi, whoin China had not seemed overly concerned about getting the master to Japan, waschosen to deliver the Retired Emperor Shomu’s declaration: “You, exalted monk,came to Our nation from far across the dark green sea. Indeed, My prayers havebeen answered ... My heart now rejoices.... I place wholly in your trust, hereafter,
the administering of vows and the regulation of monasticism.”
Ganjin had brought with him an ordination platform from a prominent
Buddhist monastery in China. In the Todaiji, the new national temple that Shomu
and Gembo had envisioned, the craftsmen who had come with Ganjin reassembled
the platform before the Great Buddha, still a somber presence, for as yet notenough gold had been found to complete the gilding (the mission to China had
been asked to bring back gold to finish the job; it was on the ambassador’s ship).
On this first ordination platform in Japan, Ganjin administered the vows to
the Retired Emperor Shomu, his consort the Empress Dowager Kogyo, theirdaughter Empress Koken, whom Shomu had chosen to succeed him on the throne,and more than four hundred monks. In an aura of splendor, on a balmy spring day
full of joy and promise, the prescribed rites of ordination arrived in Japan.

A temple was especially built for Ganjin. He named it the Toshodaiji. It still
stands, one of Nara’s great monuments. Among its treasures are superb sculptures,
including a powerful statue of Ganjin done by artists who came with him from
China. He is shown seated in meditation, eyes closed to denote his blindness. He
lived out his life in the Toshodaiji, lecturing and administering the vows tocountless monks who came to him.
Things did not go that smoothly in politics. Fujiwara Nakamaro, who had
succeeded in getting Gembo out of the way though he failed with Makibi, wasdetermined to restore Fujiwara control over the government. The Empress Koken
was his aunt and a willing accomplice. She doted on him, and schemes that
couldn’t be aired before court officials were cozily discussed in the imperial bed.
On trumped-up charges they forced into retirement the non-Fujiwara men who had
assumed power when the smallpox epidemic wiped out the Fujiwara leaders, andafter Shomu died they used the same tactics to oust his choice for crown prince andthen install Nakamaro’s compliant young son-in-law as next in line to the throne.
The men who had enjoyed a measure of influence while Fujiwara power
was in eclipse foresaw all their gains wiped out if they did not act. They plotted a
military coup. Otomo Komaro was one of the leaders and most of the Otomo wereinvolved, but not the head of the family, Tabito’s son Yakamochi. He refused tojoin.
Within a circle as small and ingrown as the court at Nara, it was almost
impossible to keep a secret. Nakamaro got wind of the plot and acted first. Komaro
and twelve others were tortured to death, their immediate families were killed, andmore than four hundred others were exiled. Yakamochi and the remnant of the
Otomo were left to grieve.
Kibi Makibi, who might have been in the middle of the plot had he been in
the capital, was saved, quite unintentionally, because Nakamaro had shunted him
off to the number two spot at Dazaifu. It was a post beneath his rank, but he wasactually in command because the position of Governor General was filled by an
exile denied power or responsibility; that unfortunate was Nakamaro’s brother,
who was being insulted because he had known about the plot but had not revealedit.
At Dazaifu Makibi kept busy. Educator at heart, he revitalized the adjacentschool for the young heirs of the Kyushu gentry and, to keep an eye on things, didsome teaching himself.

Reports coming in to Dazaifu from China told of rebellion and warfare.
Nakamaro saw this as an excuse to bolster his power with a military buildup.
Makibi was ordered to prepare for the defense of Dazaifu and in 756 he was
directed to build a new fort on Kyushu’s northern coast as a base for an invasion of
Korea. New weapons poured in to Dazaifu.
Nakamaro requisitioned five hundred warships; he ordered forty young
people from areas settled by Korean immigrants to learn the Korean language so as
to facilitate invasion; and he scheduled a grand military review of 40,700 troops
and 394 ships. More than once Makibi was ordered to prepare for large troop
movements.
It all came to nothing. Makibi’s new fort was abandoned as soon as it wascompleted. There was no invasion of Korea.
Instead, Fujiwara Nakamaro found himself on the defensive. People who
had almost forgotten Gembo were forcefully reminded of him when a mesmeric
priest named Dokyo healed Empress Koken, retired and ailing, and replaced
Nakamaro as her lover. Newly invigorated, she announced that she would resumecontrol of affairs of state, relegating Nakamaro’s son-in-law, who is known as theEmperor Junnin, to a figurehead.
Nakamaro now saw a use for the troops he had mobilized. He brought theminto the capital to enforce his demand that Koken dismiss Dokyo and return toquiet retirement.
Koken and Dokyo moved faster. She dismissed Nakamaro, confiscated his
lands, and sent imperial troops chasing after him in a strategy masterminded by
Makibi, who had been recalled from Dazaifu and who must have derived greatsatisfaction from this assignment. Nakamaro fled to the northeast and, like a replayof his cousin Hirotsugu’s demise, tried to escape in a boat across Lake Biwa, wasdriven back by a storm, and was captured and executed. Makibi was rewarded withthe lofty position of Minister of the Right.
Dokyo persuaded Koken to mount the throne again, taking a new name: thissecond time around she became the Empress Shotoku. She at once put Dokyo incharge of both the government and the Buddhist hierarchy. The unfortunate
Emperor Junnin, forced to abdicate, was exiled to Awaji Island, where he became amajor tourist attraction until it was expedient to do him in. (It was given out that hewas trying to escape.)Plots grew like weeds and sorceresses were in great demand. In these tense
times, it appears that Kibi Makibi’s talents were again put to use. From Dazaifu,
where Makibi had associates and influence, came a message sent by its chief priestof Shinto (who in theory outranked all other officials there): it said that thepowerful Shinto Hachiman deity of Usa had in an oracle revealed that if Dokyo
became emperor the country would be blessed with peace and prosperity. The
empress was taken aback but agreed with Dokyo that a courtier of high rankshould be dispatched to Usa to confirm this astonishing pronouncement. The
delegate returned in a hurry to report that the deity had stated in no uncertain terms
that in Japan from time immemorial there had been a clear distinction between
ruler and subject, that never had a subject become sovereign, that only a memberof the imperial family could become emperor, and that by coveting the throne
Dokyo had angered the deities of the nation.
Many surmised that Makibi and a few other nobles had concocted the whole
affair to tempt Dokyo into revealing his ambition, and so to get rid of him. Dokyohung on a few months more, but when the empress died he was banished to a
province in the distant north, about as far away as the courtiers of Nara could
conceive of exile. The usual purpose was announced: he was to build a temple
there. He died in a year or so, but unlike Gembo he died of natural causes.
A few months after Dokyo was exiled Kibi Makibi resigned his highposition and retired full of honor. He was a survivor.

CHAPTER FIVEThe Years 803-835
Principal Characters
Fujiwara Kadonomaru, Ambassador to China
Saicho, Buddhist priest, founder of the Tendai sect
The Emperor Kammu
Kukai, Buddhist priest, founder of the Shingon sect
Hui-Kuo, Seventh Patriarch of Esoteric Buddhism
The Emperor Heizei
The Emperor Saga

Four spanking new ships swayed in the tide of Naniwa harbor (now the portof Osaka). On this balmy spring day in 803 the roadstead was busy. The membersof a mission to China were boarding the ships: the ambassador, his entourage, andthe Buddhist monks, scholars, artists, musicians, and craftsmen being sent forstudy of a few months or several years. Already aboard were contingents ofsoldiers, in case pirates should appear.
Planning for this embassy had begun two years earlier, when the ambassador,
vice-ambassador, and an administrative officer and a secretary for each ship wereappointed. Since then, the ships had been built, the lavish gifts for the Chineseemperor and court had been assembled, the other members of the mission chosen.
The ambassador was Fujiwara Kadonomaru, a polished courtier from theelite branch of the Fujiwara; at the time of his appointment he was concluding a
two-year term as Senior Assistant Governor General of Dazaifu, a post that
presumably gave him experience in foreign relations. His subordinates were
carefully chosen with both breeding and ability in mind; it was essential that they
make a good impression, for every mission to China was intended to confirm
Japan’s position as a civilized nation.
The next day was filled with going and coming between ships and shore as
last-minute wrinkles were ironed out, last-minute items delivered. Men on board
thought of home and family. It was a lovely time of year. The cherry blossoms
were long gone--how many wondered if they would ever seem them again?--but
iris and azaleas were in full bloom. Tears had been shed at the many farewellbanquets and at the private goodbyes; gazing at the shore, eyes misted over again.

On the following day they sailed, the ambassador’s ship in the lead, theothers trailing. One wonders if weather-wise seamen were comfortable about thatdeparture, if the diviners had approved. For two days later, while they were still in
the Inland Sea, they were struck by a devastating storm. One ship sank with theloss of almost all aboard. Two battered ships, including the ambassador’s, made it
back to Naniwa. One ship sailed through the storm and made it to Hakata.
Aboard that luckiest, or best-handled, ship was the vice-ambassador and aneminent Buddhist priest named Saicho. Saicho came with impeccable credentials:
his patron was the Emperor Kammu. During most of the twenty-five years since
the previous mission to China, Kammu had been preoccupied with internal polities
He had twice moved the capital, first from Nara to Nagaoka, and then, when thatsite was blighted by violence and scandal, to Heian, today’s Kyoto. His leaving
Nara is often attributed to his desire to break free from interference in court affairs
by the powerful priests of the Nara temples, especially from the conniving ofcorrupt priests like Gembo and Dokyo, but it is also true that Heian was the base of
the rising Fujiwara clan, while the strongholds of the older clans like the Otomo
were around Nara.
At Heian a mountain called Hiei lay in the northeast, and northeast,
according to ancient wisdom, was the direction from which evil and danger
threatened. Priest Saicho had already built a chapel on Hiei. Soon after his
ordination he had fled the distractions and worldliness of the Nara temples, and forseventeen years he had been studying and meditating on Hiei, immersing himself
in a doctrine called Tendai; he was convinced that Tendai was superior to thetenets taught at Nara.
Since Saicho was established on Hiei, in a position to block peril to the newcapital, it seems almost inevitable that he and his temple would be favored by the
court. An influential official introduced Saicho to the emperor and arranged that
Saicho give a series of lectures on Tendai. The emperor and crown prince may
have attended; on completion of the lectures they sent congratulations, and notmuch later the emperor sent word that he supported Tendai and would help to
propagate it.
Saicho took the opportunity to request permission to join the mission to
China, pointing out that for Tendai to be accepted in Japan it would have to bepresented by someone who had studied at the source. Kammu consented. Saicho
was to stay in China for the few months that the embassy would be there and returnwith it; he would be accompanied by a monk who spoke Chinese to serve asinterpreter.

When their ship anchored at Hakata the passengers disembarked to rest at
the reception center. During days of anxious waiting, Saicho and his disciple
prayed almost unceasingly for the safety of the others. At last came word of what
had happened. It was clear that their wait would be a long one. The viceambassador, the administrative officer, and most of the passengers were moved to
the Dazaifu headquarters, Saicho and his disciple to Kanzeonji.
Saicho was quick to realize that the delay gave him a chance to get
acquainted with a region new to him but rich in history. This was the gateway
where Buddhist priests first entered Japan, sent by the king of Paekche to knit
spiritual ties between Paekche and Yamato; here they had first prayed andpreached. Here the towering presence of Ganjin was first felt. Here was the homeof Usa Hachiman, the first native deity to ally himself with Buddhism when hejourneyed to Nara to join in dedicating and venerating the Great Buddha. And here
was Dazaifu, the powerful sub-capital that linked the court with the world.
Shortly after Saicho took up residence at Kanzeonji, the ranking officer at
Dazaifu, the Senior Assistant Governor General, came to pay his respects. In his
party was the captain of the military, who offered to escort Saicho on an inspectionof the water-gate and the fortified mountain that rose behind headquarters andtemple. The next day horses were brought and they rode out. Saicho was impressedby both constructions, but from both his gaze turned frequently to the changing
view of the peak called Homan.
For one thing, Homan lay in the same direction from Dazaifu that his own
Mount Hiei did from the capital: it blocked the path of danger. But Homan’smagnetism went beyond that. There are mountains in Japan that demand respect.
Something about them--heir form, their place in the landscape, the way they
confront man--insists on veneration, and the Japanese have venerated them.
Homan was, and is, such a mountain. Saicho knew he had to go to Homan.
The priests at Kanzeonji told him that when Dazaifu was planned its
builders and their priests enshrined eight million sacred images on the mountain insupplication to the myriad gods for protection (Saicho understood “eight million”
to be symbolic, and impressive).
He was told of the legendary priest Shinren who in those anxious times
secluded himself on the mountain for ascetic practice. As he prayed one day hesensed an ineffable fragrance and a brilliant light in which a noble lady manifested
herself. She announced that she was the deity Tamayori, a daughter of the god of
the sea, and that she had long resided on Homan, guarding the country frominvasion with an arsenal that included false signal lights, mountainous waves, andgales that capsized ships. Then in swirling clouds she transformed herself into a
Buddhist deity of fierce mien and disappeared on a nine-headed dragon-horse,
leaving a hoofprint deep in the rock that Shinren faced. It astonished neither
Saicho nor his hosts at Kanzeonji that a native, Shinto god should be also a
Buddhist deity, and Saicho realized that at the foot of Homan he would find,harmoniously side by side, a Buddhist temple and a Shinto shrine.
To guide Saicho to Homan three Kanzeonji monks were chosen from thefittest, so that they would not slow the athletic thirty-six-year-old Saicho. Homan
is not a high mountain, about 2,800 feet, but the climb is steep and the path,especially as it approaches the summit, is a jumble of jagged boulders. To thedismay of the Kanzeonji monks, neither Saicho nor his disciple stopped to catchtheir breath.
Saicho had been chanting mystic sounds all the while he climbed, and hispracticed eye spotted the place where Shinren must have worshiped before thebreathless Kanzeonji monks could point out the hoofprint left by Tamayori’s steed.
He looked into eaves, saw symbols scratched into the walls by holy men at their
devotions. He was led a short distance along the ridge line to another peak, as highas Homan but very different, gentle and grass-covered. A little mound, the monks
said, was Shinren’s grave. Saicho led them in prayers of benediction.
Where would the ridge line take him, he asked. They answered that it led
almost due east to another sacred peak, higher than Homan, called Mount Hiko.
From Hiko, by continuing in the same direction, one could reach the shrine of Usa
Hachiman. There was an animated discussion among the monks as to how far it
was to Hiko. They could only agree that it was “very far.” None of them had everwalked it, but a sinking feeling told them they were going to, struggling to keep up
with this formidable priest who was the emperor’s favorite. Saicho, listening
quietly, deduced that he could do it in a day (it is about twenty- five miles) anddetermined to do it soon.
He did. He worshiped at Hiko’s three peaks, each enshrining a different
deity, and was informed that two of Japan’s most sacred mountains, one having
first risen in India, the other in China, had rested at Hiko on their flights to their
new homeland.
He went on to Hachiman’s shrine at Usa, and found a great complex of
Shinto shrines and Buddhist temples ranging up a slope to the holiest precincts.
The priests of Usa made him an honored guest for several days of pomp andceremony. As he listened to the history of the shrine, Saicho was disturbed by thethought that Hachiman, this deity so deeply Japanese. had migrated from Korea

centuries earlier with an influx of people from Paekche. When he left, some Usa
priests guided him on the two-day walk to Mount Kawara, whose deity was openly
called Korean. Feeling that it was appropriate to appeal to a deity who himself hadcrossed the sea, Saicho here prayed with special fervor that the mission to Chinamight proceed in safety.
Through summer, autumn, and winter Saicho traveled northern Kyushu.
Wherever he went, the force of his personality and the power of his message
brought temples, priests, and people to Tendai, including Kanzeonji. Still today,
the religion of the region bears his mark.
Dazaifu was kept informed of progress in restoring the embassy: a new shipbuilt, the other two repaired and refitted; men appointed to replace those lost;
another set of costly gifts procured. In the spring came word that a second
departure was imminent.
The year’s delay had made it possible for another priest to join the mission,a young monk named Kukai. Apparently he was accepted at the last minute: hewas ordained only a few days before departure. Perhaps he had difficulty getting
permission: he was from the Saeki family on Shikoku; the Saeki were a branch of
the Otomo and both were in bad odor because of involvement in the killing andintrigue that aborted the construction of a new capital at Nagaoka. Kukai’s
announced intention was to stay in China for twenty years. He was quartered on
Ambassador Kadonomaru’s ship.
The crew of the ship anchored in Hakata Bay had readied it, the officers andpassengers reassembled at the reception center. The priests at Kanzeonji bade
Saicho and his disciple a tearful farewell and began marathon prayers for a safe
voyage.
The favored route--across the Japan Sea to skirt the Korean peninsula--wasno longer possible because of bitter relations with Silla, so they decided to leave
Japan not from Hakata but from a harbor on Kyushu’s west coast. From it theywould head into the China Sea, hoping to reach a port they called Ningpo.
Japanese mariners then had only the flimsiest knowledge of navigation. They
relied on winds blowing generally in the right direction and were favored by thefact that China is so big it was hard to miss. They sailed almost exactly a year after
their first departure from Naniwa.
Their luck had not changed. On their second day out they ran into a gale.
The ships were scattered and lost track of each other. Kukai wrote: “A fierce storm
struck us.... ripping our sail and breaking our rudder. Waves tossed our small

boat.... We cringed before the terrible wind, terrified that the great waves mightwash us away.... We drifted north and south and saw nothing but the blue of sky
and sea.... Our water was exhausted, our crew fatigued.... How can words describe
our plight?”
The third and fourth ships were forced back to Japan. The viceambassador’s ship, with Saicho aboard, reached China but only after almost twomonths of rowing, drifting, and near-starvation. They were warmly received, but
soon after their arrival the vice-ambassador died, prostrated by the cruel voyage.
The administrative officer took over.
The ambassador’s ship, with Kukai, reached China sooner, after thirty- fourdays at sea, but three hundred miles south of their intended port. As usual, theJapanese had not provided the ambassador with the diplomatic documents the
Chinese court prescribed, because such documents had to acknowledge
subservience to the Chinese emperor; the Japanese tried to maintain that they were
not subjects but equals, though they did label their gifts as “tribute.” Without
credentials, at a port that had never received an embassy, they were suspected ofbeing merchants who were trying to evade customs duties by claiming diplomatic
status. The official in charge tossed away Ambassador Kadonomaru’s appeal
because its Chinese was not acceptable; they were treated badly until Kukai saved
them with an eloquent petition written in refined Chinese. Still, it took a long time
for clearance to arrive from the central authorities, and it was late autumn before
they began a forty-six day journey to the Chinese capital. There the two groups
were united. Saicho was not among them. Once ashore, he and his disciple had set
off for T’ien-t’ai, the mountain that gave Tendai its name, and the center of Tendaistudies.
In the capital, Ch’ang-an, Ambassador Kadonomaru kept Kukai in his
official party as he worked through the protocol of his mission: the presentation of
the gifts, a formal audience with the emperor along with representatives from Tibet
and other kingdoms, another audience at which the Japanese requested and were
granted permission for their many students to remain in China, a round of banquetswith much drinking, and, of course, sightseeing. To the Japanese, Ch’ang-an was adazzling, cosmopolitan city. With a population of almost two million, it was thegreatest metropolis in the world, a magnet for embassies, scholars, and merchantsfrom all of Asia and the Middle East. But it was also a jittery city. The emperor’slong reign had been marred by domestic revolts and foreign attacks; the T’ang
dynasty was weakening.
The Japanese were in Ch’ang-an into the winter and the New Year’s
festivities. Early in the year they joined in mourning the death of the emperor, andparticipated in the enthronement of the new emperor. It was an event that seemed
less than auspicious: the new sovereign was ill and disabled, a weakened emperor
of a weakening regime. When Ambassador Kadonomaru got home, his report on
China would state: “Internally, there are disloyal commanders, and externally, theevil-natured men of Tibet. The capital is in chaos, with not a moment oftranquility.”On the day that the ambassador left Ch’ang-an, Kukai moved into a complex
of temples where political turbulence seemed far away. There he hoped to find themaster he had come to China searching for, the master who could teach him thesecrets of a new current in Buddhism; it had originated in India and was called
Esoteric Buddhism. It was not unknown in Japan. Deep in the mountains of hishome island, Shikoku, Kukai had for fifty solitary days and nights practiced anaustere ritual of Esoteric Buddhism that he had learned at Nara. He performed thisfifty-day ritual once, twice, again and again, until at last, on a rocky promontory
thrust into the Pacific, he broke through to enlightenment.
He had found the kind of Buddhism that he believed was superior to allothers, but the texts in Japan were incomplete and he knew that the essential
teachings could only be learned in person, master to disciple. He was searching forthat master.
For Saicho, the months in China had been fruitful. Near Mount T’ien-t’ai he
was welcomed by the governor of the province, a supporter of Tendai who wassponsoring a series of lectures by a distinguished monk; he invited Saicho and his
disciple to attend, and was so impressed by Saicho that he gave him four thousand
sheets of paper and provided twenty scribes who copied 120 texts. On T’ien-t’ai
the two Japanese received instruction, and before they returned to theport for the voyage home they were fully ordained in Tendai.
At the port, they found that sailing would be delayed six weeks whileprovisions for the trip were collected, and Saicho received permission to visit
another Buddhist center famed for its libraries. There he was able to get copies of
Esoteric texts and was initiated in Esoteric rites. The Chinese masters of Tendai
taught only Tendai doctrine, but Saicho, having been exposed to Esoteric practicein Japan, was eager to learn more; he saw no conflict between Tendai and Esotericdoctrines and he wanted to combine them in a Japanese synthesis.
In the early summer of 805 the two ships left China for an uneventful
voyage home. In the capital Ambassador Kadonomaru returned his sword of office
and was rewarded for his success. Saicho was welcomed by the emperor andhonored for his achievements and for the texts and images he brought home. The

Emperor Kammu gave Tendai--with its Japanese infusion of Esoteric
practices --official recognition as a sect. Saicho’s mission to China had been a
success: Tendai was firmly established, the aristocracy of the court embraced it.
Dazaifu celebrated the return of the two ships and hastily dispatched the twothat had been blown back a year earlier. They were still loaded with valuable
goods that it would be a shame to waste and, although the original diplomatic
mission had been accomplished, there was now the excuse of sending
congratulations to the new emperor. The Japanese habitually mixed diplomacy andtrade. It was expected that the ships would conduct some sub rosa commerce, but
the official gift-giving was in itself highly profitable, since the Chinese always
reciprocated with items of greater value. The things that Ambassador Kadonomaru
had brought back were being happily apportioned by the emperor and highofficials even as the two ships set out.
As before, they soon ran into trouble. One ship was able to continue but theother was disabled and drifted to a lonely island. Most of those on board went
ashore, leaving only a few archers to guard the ship. Its hawsers snapped, it driftedout to sea, ship and all on board were lost. Those marooned on the island made it
back to Kyushu, probably picked up by passing fishermen; the court ordered thatthey be severely punished for losing their ship and valuable cargo; it took no noteof the lives lost.
The remaining ship made it to China and its administrative officer and his
party entered Ch’ang-an early in 806. Their congratulations to the emperor
enthroned a year earlier came too late; he was already dead and his son was on thethrone.
But for Kukai their arrival was opportune. He had visited many Buddhist
teachers until at last he met Hui-kuo, the seventh patriarch of Esoteric Buddhism ina line that had originated in India. With open arms, the aged Hui-kuo welcomed
him as the disciple he had been waiting for, and immediately began to pass on allthat he had to offer. Kukai’s years of lonely study and ascetic practice, and his
phenomenal memory, made him amazingly quick. Three months later he wasordained as Hui-kuo’s successor, the eighth patriarch and head of Esoteric
Buddhism. Hui-kuo, near death, told him to return to Japan and transmit theteachings there. From all of Hui-kuo’s disciples it was Kukai who was chosen to
write the master’s epitaph. His work in China was completed. He was ready to go
home.
That remaining ship of the mission returned to Hakata in the late fall of 806.
The administrative officer hurried to the capital. Along with his report, he carriedKukai’s memorial to the court. It included a list of all that he had brought from
China: Buddhist sutras, Sanskrit texts, lengthy commentaries, images and paintings,
ritual instruments, and gifts he had received from Hui-kuo.
But his memorial was more than a list of treasures. It was a report of what
he had achieved as a government-sponsored student in China, and what hisachievement had prepared him to do for Japan. He described how he had
succeeded Hui-kuo as the authentic transmitter of Esoteric Buddhism. In essence,
he was petitioning for recognition of Esoteric Buddhism as a new sect--implyingthat it was superior to existing sects--and he was asking that he himself berecognized as head of that sect. A new sect had to be sanctioned by the government.
Without government approval it did not exist, it could not function.
He was asking much, and circumstances were not favorable. Approval wasin the hands of what amounted to a council of bishops whose ideas were firmly
planted in the previous century. Moreover, Saicho was already performing Esotericrituals and was accepted as a master. The Emperor Kammu, who had authorized
Kukai’s journey to China, had died and been succeeded by his son Heizei. Heizei
was not an ardent Buddhist, and what enthusiasm he had was focused on Saicho;
when he was crown prince he had given Saicho several hundred ounces of gold tohelp cover his expenses in China.
Having submitted his memorial, Kukai waited. He could not even travel tothe capital without authorization. Like Saicho, he rusticated in Kyushu, but unlike
Saicho, he had no great sponsor. He was in limbo.
To house and protect the treasures he had brought from China he built asmall building not far from where he had landed. He installed an altar, making it atemple, and called it Tochoji to express his hope that he could transmit his doctrine
to the capital in the east. Twice burned in warfare and twice moved, Tochoji today
is a handsome temple in Hakata’s business district.
Kukai probably lived at Tochoji through the winter of 806-807. It is
recorded that in the spring Dazaifu’s Junior Assistant Governor General asked him
to make a painting of the Thousand-Armed Kannon, a compassionate deity whose
many hands signify boundless efforts to save lost souls. In the early summer hewas directed to live at Kanzeonji.
Little else is known about the three years following his return to Hakata in
806. We do not know how long he stayed on Kyushu or what he did there. A man
so drawn to solitary meditation in mountains must have climbed often to Homan’s
rocky sanctuaries to pray for deliverance in this time of trial.

Toward the end of that uncertain period he seems to have been at the temple
near Naniwa where he had been ordained just before he left for China. In the latter
half of 809 the court called him from that province to take up residence in a temple
in the suburbs of the capital.
Bringing him into the orbit of the court was the answer to his memorial. The
climate had changed. Heizei had retired after reigning only four years,
relinquishing the throne to his brother, who became the Emperor Saga. As theirfather Kammu had been patron to Saicho and Tendai, Saga became patron to
Kukai and his sect: Shingon, “True Words.” Saga was not only patron but friend,
often demanding of Kukai’s time and energy but ensuring his rise to eminence.
They were in the same city now, Saicho and Kukai: two giants, not just in
their time but for all time. Each in his own way, they naturalized Buddhism,shaping a Japanese religion that reached beyond the court to all the people. They
were rivals, but relations between them were at first cordial. Saicho recognized that
Kukai’s knowledge of Esoteric Buddhism was greater than his: he borrowed texts
from Kukai, came to Kukai for training and initiation, and sent disciples to learn
from Kukai. But relations cooled when some of Saicho’s disciples chose to staywith Kukai instead of returning to Saicho, when Kukai insisted that Shingon was
superior to Tendai, and when Kukai’s influence eclipsed the older man’s.
Kukai’s great years began with his call to the capital. He was given a state
temple in the heart of the city; like the city, it was still unfinished, but it was
critical to the plan of the capital and it was his to complete as he wished. He
founded the first school open to the poor as well as the rich, the lowly born as wellas the aristocracy. He demonstrated a mastery of civil engineering when thegovernor of his home province on Shikoku begged the court to send him to rebuild
a ruptured irrigation pond that government engineers had for three years struggled
and failed to repair; in three months he supervised the construction of a greatearthen dam that still, today, impounds one of the largest irrigation lakes in Japan,“The Pond of Ten Thousand Fields.” He asked for and was given Mount Koya,
deep in the mountains of the Kii peninsula south of the capital, a place he had
discovered in his wanderings as a young monk; there, far from the distractions of
the capital, he built his great monastery, for he believed always that meditation
should be practiced in high mountains, in deep forests.
Religious founder, philosopher, poet, artist, educator, engineer, intimate of
the emperor, honored and revered, he performed his last services to the court andretired to Mount Koya in 835. At the age of sixty-one he died surrounded bydisciples. Almost immediately hemoved into legend. Beloved all over the country as Kobo Daishi, his
posthumous title, he was deified as master, savior, miracle worker.
The man who had once been Junior Assistant Governor General of Dazaifu
knelt before his painting of the Thousand-Armed Kannon and earnestly prayed.

CHAPTER SIX
The Ninth and Tenth Centuries
Principal Characters
Sugawara Michizane, whose spirit is worshiped as the Shinto deity
Tenman Tenjin
Fujiwara Motosune, regent and chancellor
Fujiwara Tokihira, Motosune’s son, Minister of the Left
The Emperor Koko
The Emperor Uda, Koko’s son
The Emperor Daigo, Uda’s son
Prince Tokiyo, Daigo’s younger half-brotherTachibana Hiromi, court scholar
Fujiwara Sukeyo, court scholar
Miyoshi Kiyoyuki, court scholar
Misake Yasunori, priest of Dazaifu shrine

The twenty-second of September: eve of the autumnal equinox. Darkness
has fallen but the shrine’s compound is alive with light. The main hall glows, and,radiant in front of it, drawn up close, the ornate portable shrine, the mikoshi, waits
on its stand.
Days and weeks of preparation have ended. Town elders met with priests toreview their responsibilities. Those whose hereditary task it is, hauled in clean ricestraw, stripped it, and wove it into heavy ropes, yards long, tapered at the ends but
in the middle thicker than a stout man’s arm; they coiled the new ropes and bore
them to an altar in the hills for purification and dedication; finally they raised theirropes--sacred ropes now with zigzag strips of white paper hanging from them-high onto the stone torii gates: taboo against the entrance of evil.
Those priests who will officiate have undergone ascetic withdrawal fromtheir families; sequestered at the shrine, they purified themselves for the rites to
come.

The young men of the town who have been entrusted with the mission ofcarrying the mikoshi have themselves withdrawn from mundane life; quartered
together at the shrine, they practiced with the heavy mikoshi, attached its dangling
ornaments, formed a team; they cooked their own rice in the ritual way, over woodfires, and eaten the simplest of foods; they performed rites of purification.
All this and more has taken place. Now we are gathered. Some in the crowd
come forward to pray.
To the mythic sounds of flutes and drums priests dressed all in white file
into the sanctuary. Taking positions in two rows facing each other, they form apassage from the main altar to the mikoshi. The chief priest enters and stands
between them. Facing the altar, he unrolls a scroll and intones his prayer. He
praises the deity, begs him to manifest himself, to descend to the earth he once
walked as a man so that his people may press close in worship.
The other priests, raising lengths of white cloth to screen the passageway
from their eyes and ours, herald the deity with a soaring cry of wonder. We areplunged into darkness. The priests’ paean swells to climax. The lights flash on.
During the blackout the chief priest has ushered the deity from the altar of the
sanctuary to the altar of the mikoshi. The Great Autumn Festival is under way.
Youths clad like attendants to the nobility come forward to receive theirbanners, emblems, staves, pikes, bows with quivers of arrows, andlanterns-- lanterns on tall poles, lanterns hung on frames, dozens of lanterns, allblazoning the shrine’s plum blossom crest. The young men, trained and ready,shoulder the heavy poles of the palanquin bearing the mikoshi. The longprocession forms as it moves out of the compound: the ninth century brought tolife in costumes, equipage, and manners.
Lay persons like me follow at the rear, over the two drum bridges, throughthe gates, into the banner-lined street. There is no height that gives a view of thewhole train: the files of priests, the files of attendants, the shrine maidens, thebooming drums, the flutes; the chief priest on his horse; the deity’s white horsewith its empty saddle; the ox-drawn carriage like those that carried the nobility,
this one with a small boy solemnly representing the deity; the hand- drawn carts
bearing symbols and flags; the chattering, snapping lion’s head stooping tochildren, who, if they are brave enough to put their heads into the gaping mouth,
will be granted a healthy, lucky year. The bobbing lanterns stretch ahead.
Far across the rice fields and the trees and the new houses of those who
commute to the city, a great fire is set to blazing on the mountain that legend says

the deity climbed; we can see its glow on the horizon. Kanzeonji’s temple bell isrung in salute.
We move slowly, our pace set by the lumbering ox. Walking under the stars,
I think how different is this procession from the festivals that I have seen at othershrines. They were boisterous, spurred by a deity on the loose, rampaging in thestreets, tossing his mikoshi, stopping for drinks with favored families, savagely
striking at houses out of favor.
Not this god. Our passage is sedate, dignified. We are enacting the decorumof the ancient court of which he was a member. Our deity is composed, refined.
He was not always so. He began violent and vengeful. It was his vengeful
violence that made him a deity, a process we can trace, step by step. The story iscompounded of fact and legend, difficult to separate, and we cannot always becertain which is which.
Our destination tonight is the site of a run-down cottage where the court
noble Sugawara Michizane endured the last two years of his life. Under housearrest, branded a criminal, stripped of rank and position, exiled to Dazaifu, hesuffered here, despondent and ill, until death took him in 903.
When a man from the capital died at Dazaifu his ashes were sent back to his home,
but it is said that Michizane did not want this. To circumvent the regulations it may
have been necessary to bury his body secretly. We are told that faithful servants
placed his remains in an oxcart and started for the mountain graveyard. Just outside
Dazaifu, close by a high ridge, within the precincts of a Buddhist temple, the ox lay
down, refusing to go farther, and at that spot chosen by the ox, burial took place.
This beguiling story has inspired the several handsome sculptures of a recumbent
ox seen at the shrine today, and the presence of the ox tonight, but there are those
who say it is only a legend. Whether or not an ox selected the gravesite, there is no
doubt about the place: the main altar of the shrine rises directly above it.
Nothing especially remarkable so far, but at the capital six years later theman who had been Michizane’s rival and who had contrived his banishment, who
had then become prime minister and undisputed head of the government, Fujiwara
Tokihira, died at the age of thirty-nine in the prime of his life.
Thirteen years later, in 923, the crown prince died at twenty-two. He was anephew of Tokihira, whose sister had been married to the emperor shortly afterMichizane was sent into exile.

Now it dawned on people that Michizane’s malevolent spirit was at work.
Stories circulated about the strange circumstances of Tokihira’s death. A Buddhist
priest had been summoned to his bedside to pray for his recovery. The monk’s
father also came, and he was the scholar who had hatched the plot against
Michizane. Suddenly two green serpents emerged from Tokihira’s ears, demandingthat the father get his priestly son out of there. The frightening order was obeyed,
the prayers ended, and Tokihira died. People understood that Buddhist exorcism
had stymied Michizane’s ghost until it appeared so fiendishly to the father with theguilty conscience.
Courtiers and commoners alike now knew that Michizane’s embittered spirit
was abroad. At the court spirit-pacifying ceremonies were conducted; Michizane’ssons had already been called back from their exile and their careers rehabilitated; aquickly drafted imperial edict announced that in order to calm his spirit Michizane
was posthumously pardoned, promoted in rank, and restored to the high office hehad occupied. (Also, unfortunately, the emperor ordered that all records of thebanishment be burned, making it impossible to know exactly how the plot wasperpetrated.)
The troubles did not end. Two years later, in 925, the new crown prince died.
He was Tokihira’s grandson and he was only five.
In 930 a severe drought was broken by a terrible thunderstorm. Lightning
struck the imperial palace, killing four courtiers, among them a man who had been
involved in Michizane’s exile. The emperor
was so shocked that he sickened and died.
This calamity linked Michizane with the Thunder Demons. Since they were
worshiped at Kitano, a shrine on the outskirts of the capital, Kitano became thefocus of prayers to Michizane, and naturally, spontaneously, so did all of the manyother Thunder Demon shrines from one end of Japan to the other. The new deity
had acquired a nationwide spread of shrines.
Things had been happening at Dazaifu, too. One of Michizane’s devoted
attendants had erected a mausoleum over the grave, and there he performed
Buddhist memorial services. After Tokihira’s untimely death, his younger brothers
found it wise to take precautions: they built a chapel to enclose the altar. Others,
both from the capital and from Kyushu, added their contributions of money andland as endowment. The memorial to Michizane absorbed the old Buddhist temple
and took its name, Anrakuji. The institution that is today a Shinto shrine existed
for more than nine centuries as a Buddhist temple.

A Buddhist temple dedicated to a Shinto god might seem incongruous tooutsiders, but those who built the temple saw no contradiction. The Japanese drawno hard line between their religions. Their deities mingle and merge; no clutter ofdogma fences them off. The gods are venerated simply and directly. All prayers
are valid.
In the capital, Tokihira’s direct descendants continued to die off at ages
alarmingly young (although his brothers’ families flourished). There were more
oracles, more revelations. One came to a Buddhist priest called Doken. Doken may
have inherited a guilty conscience, for he was another son of that conspirator who
at Tokihira’s deathbed had been confronted by the two green serpents.
Doken reported to the court that after twenty-one days of prayer and fastingin a remote mountain cave he had been transported to heaven, where the Buddha
introduced him to the deity who had been Michizane. When Doken informed himthat in Japan he was honored as the Fire and Thunder Tenjin, Michizane protested,saying he was more important than that; the Thunder Demons were merely his
messengers, and yes, he had dispatched them to strike the palace. He added that
previously he had been so filled with anger that he had planned to destroy all Japan,
but Buddhism had calmed his rage by one-tenth, so that now he intended to punish
only those who had wronged him. Doken went on to visit hell, where he found theformer emperor and his ministers writhing in torment for the evil they had
committed against Michizane; the emperor begged Doken to have prayers said forhis salvation.
Having heard Doken’s report, the court intensified its services, while people
in general rejoiced that Michizane had assured Doken that he would answer the
prayers of those who worshiped him.
In the capital a year later, in 942, a poor woman named Ayako, who was ashaman and therefore accustomed to hearing divine utterances, received an oracle
from Michizane: he wanted her to build a shrine for him at Kitano. Too
impoverished to do that, Ayako could only put up a humble altar near her hut, butword of her oracle spread among the common people of the capital region. To
them Michizane was a hero who had stood against government injustice. He had
struck down their oppressors. He was a rebel against authority and he brought out
the latent rebel in them. A singing, dancing crowd converged on Kitano and theybuilt Ayako’s shrine.
Theirs was simple, folk belief, but orthodox Shinto also heard from
Michizane. In 947 another oracle was issued through Taro, the seven-year-old sonof a Shinto priest. In it Michizane complained that he was not being worshiped asimpressively as were Hachiman and other major Shinto deities, and again herequested a shrine at Kitano. The boy’s father hastened to Kitano, where, as vowed,
a thousand pine trees sprang up to verify the oracle. The shrine was built,
supplanting
the earthier one of Ayako’s followers.
The court continued to be nervous. Disasters occurred just as they always
had--the usual disasters: fires, floods, drought, pestilence--but now they raised
racking questions. Had Michizane’s spirit inflicted them? Had enough been done
to mollify him?
He had been restored to the eminence he had achieved in life, but perhaps
that was not enough. So they promoted him to the loftier post that his rival
Tokihira had occupied. Finally, desperately, toward the end of the century, theygave him the highest rank that existed, Senior First Rank, and the highest officethat existed, Grand Minister. They hoped he was satisfied. They had run out ofearthly honors.
In the realm of the divine, he was already established as a deity, and an
imposing one. The Thunder Demons were Tenjin, Heavenly Deities, and his
association with them made him a Tenjin, too. (He bypassed the lesser category of
Earthly Deities, though he had certainly been mortal.) His shrine at Kitano had
been officially recognized and given elite status. The ultimate accolade came in1004, when the emperor came to pay his respects with prayer.
By then a transformation was well under way. The Sugawara family had
been given control of both Anrakuji at Dazaifu and Kitano at the capital. When
Michizane’s descendants took charge they set about to change the image of theirancestral deity. Fierce avenger gave way to a gentle god of scholarship, literature,and calligraphy, who answered prayers for scholarly advancement and excellencein the arts. Today it is a rare student who does not come to one of his shrines
petitioning to get into the right school or university. Priests dislike talking about
their deity’s career of vengeance but they cannot erase it. Underlying the figure of
the noble scholar is the antiestablishment militant with the power to right wrongs.
The figure we celebrate tonight as our procession moves toward the place
where he spent his last unhappy years is sedate and gentle and dignified, all ofthese, but he has the force to erupt against injustice and to champion its victims.
He has the majesty of righteousness.
*

The Sugawara family to whom Michizane was born in 845, shone inscholarship, not politics, but scholars were essential to government. Scholarshipmeant proficiency in Chinese, and Chinese was the language of government (as inEurope Latin was the official language of state and church through the
Renaissance). Scholars were part of the same bureaucracy as politicians. In thehierarchy of the court they climbed the same ladder of rank.
The Sugawara were not an old family; they dated from Michizane’s
great- grandfather. The family had produced scholarly officials before him; forexample, two family members serving under Otomo Tabito at Dazaifu in 733 weregood enough poets to be invited to the plum blossom party (mastery of Chinesemeant the ability to make an acceptable poem). But it was great- grandfather who
made it possible for the family to rise to high rank. His character and his learning
made him tutor to a crown prince who became a powerful emperor and who gave
his old teacher a major promotion and willingly granted his petition to change hisfamily’s name from Haji to Sugawara. The change freed his descendants from theconstraints tied to the old name, those of being a “service family” permanently
locked in the lower ranks. One of the duties traditional with the family wasproviding funeral wares and services: a family legend said it was one of theirancestors who originated the haniwa clay figures, ending the live burial of a
deceased bigwig’s entourage.
The new Sugawara family that great-grandfather founded was not entitled tohigh rank by birth, as were noble families like the Otomo and the Fujiwara, but a
Sugawara with ability and luck could climb into the higher ranks.
Michizane’s grandfather did just that. His scholarship got him appointed tothe 803 embassy to China, a dangerous honor but one that he survived. At the
Chinese court he so distinguished himself that when he made it safely home he was
granted fifth rank, the breakthrough that moved him from the minor to the major
aristocracy. He went on to success as an educator and a scholar-poet, and heachieved the lofty third rank, putting him in the select company of only seven oreight men at any given time who rose that high; most of them of course were fromnoble families.
Few of grandfather’s poems have survived. One that has is a cheerfulcomment on his own musicianship. “As a child I enjoyed music, and as an adult I
appreciate it all the more.... Unfortunately I am completely unable to play any
stringed instrument or produce a single note on the flute.” But, he rejoiced inelegant Chinese, he could whistle.

Michizane’s father also made it to third rank, and so from Michizane’s
earliest years there was pressure on him to succeed, all the more so because hiselder brother died young, leaving him the only son. High rank would not comeautomatically: he had to seek it, as his father and grandfather had, through theexamination system andthe university.
He was a precocious child but not a healthy one; probably he studied too
hard. When he was still young he entered the Sugawara school, established by his
grandfather to prepare students for the university entrance examination.
Competition to get into the university was fierce; it was not unusual for men in
their forties to be taking that examination. He passed it at eighteen. Five years later
his father promoted him to graduate student; no doubt there was talk of favoritism.
The next hurdle was the civil service examination. Only the able andambitious attempted it. Most students shied away: after a few years of study they
took minor appointments and disappeared into the bureaucracy, never becoming
important enough to be mentioned in the annals. Michizane aimed higher. He
tackled the examination and at the unusually young age of twenty-six he passed it.
Early in the next year, 871, he received his first appointment as a juniorofficial. His principal duty was to draft state papers, which had to be written in
Chinese both precise and elegant. In addition to the documents he wrote in line ofduty, he drew up many petitions for senior officials whose Chinese was not asassured as his. On occasion he wrote both such an appeal and then the imperial
reply. Obliging powerfuI men did his career no harm; he became a personal friendof the most powerful of all, the regent Fujiwara Motosune. (As usual, the Fujiwara
were firmly in control of the government.)
Michizane’s reputation as a poet grew, too. He was sometimes called to thecourt to produce the kind of formal poetry required on ceremonial occasions. Suchpoems were not mere diversion; they were an essential part of the ritual thatpropelled government.
He advanced steadily. In 877, at thirty-three, he achieved one of his greatest
ambitions: he was appointed professor of literature at the university. He was thethird generation of his family to hold that post, something unprecedented. He had aright to be proud, and he was. His honors had come to him, he wrote, because of
his talent and ability.
Then in 880, when his father died, he inherited control of the Sugawara
school. There were other preparatory schools but the graduates of the Sugawara

school were the most successful in their later careers. While Michizane was its
head it trained several hundred students, and they went on to dominate theuniversity and to spread Michizane’s influence throughout the bureaucracy.
Whichever school they attended, graduates remained fervently loyal to theirteacher. Academic cliques generated spiteful feuds and rivalries. Michizane
himself was certainly partisan. He was accused of favoritism, sometimes justly. He
was quick to criticize but bitter when criticism was aimed at him. Because heconsidered few men his equal, he made few friends. He did, however, accumulate
enemies.
Rivals accused him of writing an anonymous poem that slandered an
important Fujiwara statesman. Michizane wrote that the blame fell on him because
the poem was “technically superior.” The incident could have wrecked his career
but fortunately it blew over.
A year later he was indignant because critics had sneered at poems he had
written in line of diplomatic duty, an exchange with the ambassador from Parhae.
It was forty-five years since the last Japanese mission to China, and relations
with Korea were, as usual, strained. Japan’s diplomatic activity was almost entirely
restricted to Parhae, a country nearly forgotten today, but then in the flourishingmiddle of its two- hundred year history. It lay in southwestern Manchuria and thenortheastern part of the Korean peninsula, and because it was as enthusiasticallySinophile as Japan, it was in Michizane’s time Japan’s chief conduit of Chinese
culture. It was Parhae, for example, that brought China’s latest, improved calendar,
which the Japanese used to regulate their days until the sixteenth century.
Trade was important, too, briskly conducted under the pretense that it was“tribute.” The Parhae delegations brought ginseng, honey, and furs, including tiger,
bear, and leopard. The Japanese sent silks and brocades. That was the official trade.
The Japanese court banned private trade between merchants, but it was certainly
larger than the official trade.
Late in 882 a large Parhae embassy sailed across the Sea of Japan to a port
on Japan’s west coast far north of Hakata and Dazaifu. They spent the winter there,
probably busy with illicit trade, and in the spring crossed the mountains to thecapital on roads which, by government order, had been repaired and cleared of“corpses left by the roadside.”
A hundred and forty-eight women dancers and 107 musicians had beenrehearsing all winter to entertain them. An essential part of the protocol was theexchange of poems, in Chinese, of course. It was official business in which eachside was on its mettle, for it represented its country’s culture.
Aware that the Parhae ambassador was a poet of note, the Japanese bolstered
their delegation with their two finest poets, Michizane and his father-in-law,
temporarily shifting them into diplomatic service with suitably high rank.
In the face of temptation to prepare poems in advance, Michizane persuaded
his delegation to forgo ready-made verses: they would rely on the inspiration of the
moment. “Each time we joined together to exchange poems,” he wrote, “weloosened our belts and collars, and traded many cups of wine.”
He also noted that, “Alas, writers always belittle each other.” When it wasover, the barbs came. He fumed that last year his enemies had charged him withthat scurrilous anonymous poem because it was so well made; now they “grumble
how crude my poems.” He conceded that some were irregular, “but all werecomposed spontaneously” and at least one “was a work of rare genius. ... When awise man speaks, the fools all take delight.”
Despite such discords, those were years of fulfillment and satisfaction. Thenthat agreeable world fell apart. On the sixteenth day of the New Year of 886 thecourt announced its new appointments. Michizane was named governor of Sanuki
Province.
For the next four years he would have to live in Sanuki and administer it.
He knew that as an official of the court he could be appointed to any
position appropriate to his rank, but having established himself as a scholar it
never occurred to him that he would be sent to the provinces to deal with thenitty-gritty of government. He was devastated.
It is difficult to comprehend the bleak sense of exile that mortified a courtierwhen he was sent to the provinces--and the provinces began at the borders of thecapital. To a man of middle rank with no hope of going higher, provincial service
meant a chance to accumulate a nest egg that would make life easier, but it was asacrifice. Extended service in the provinces marked a man as ordinary; children
raised in the provinces could never overcome the stigma of being rustic.
Michizane was not being banished but he felt that he was. His term in
Sanuki loomed as drudgery with only clods for company, cut off from family andfriends, scholars and poets, the business and brilliance of the court.

His friends tried to console him. Regent Fujiwara Motosune went out of his
way to be kind, but Michizane left in tears. He went alone. He did not take a wife
(he had more than one, for he fathered twenty-three children), and he would notscar a child’s life by contamination with yokels.
He was lucky that his assignment was to flourishing Sanuki (today withalmost identical borders it is Kagawa Prefecture). On the island of Shikoku, acrossa narrow island-studded channel of the Inland Sea, it was a few days’ easy journeyfrom the capital. It was not a large province, but it was so productive that its tax
assessment was among the highest in the country.
Nor was it a cultural backwater. It had produced notable scholars, including
the great Buddhist priest Kukai.
Kukai had died only fifty years earlier but already he had become a revered,almost mythical figure. His birthplace drew a steady stream of disciples, his family
home had been turned into a temple, and around his name were clustering thelegends that would transform him into a saviour, a miracle-worker, and a deity.
Michizane came without an aura of greatness, lonely and unsure of himself.
He felt that he was unsuited for his job, and he was right. He lacked the necessary
training and he lacked the temperament to deal with the practical affairs ofgovernment. He was told that his two immediate predecessors were rememberedwith respect and affection; that did not raise his confidence.
Describing his first tour of inspection, he wrote:
Opening the prison door I check that no one is unjustly held.
Lightly raising my reed whip, I gently chastise habitual wrongdoers
I try to teach the youths and lower classes to respect their elders and superiors.
His good intentions are evident, but throughout the poem runs the plaint of a
man uneasy in unfamiliar territory: “I try to focus my vision [but] ... my talents arelimited.... My thoughts are shallow.”
If I govern poorly, my good name will be ruined.
How can I earn a good rating and advance in the world?

He had a staff of three or four from the capital but a governor had to dependon the local officials. He knew that, but it was hard for him to forge good relations
with men he considered common.
They too had pride. They were the landed gentry, an aristocracy in their own
right, families with a long history in their districts. They were possessive of theirland and their peasants, and they could be intolerant of the courtiers who came like
carpetbaggers from the capital.
It was the local gentry who actually governed the people and collected fromthem the taxes that supported every level of the ruling class, from village toprovince to the aristocracy and emperor of the court. All of the country’s wealthwas produced by the peasants. They were squeezed and squeezed again.
Michizane was right to “fear that the poor and weak will suffer at the handsof the rich and powerful,” but he seemed helpless to do anything about it.
“I have tried to be honest and conscientious,” he wrote, “but how bitter to be
surrounded by corruption.” Corruption was built into the system. Officials, both
local and from the capital, were allotted shares of the province’s taxes as part oftheir salary. It was a temptation, rarely resisted, to take more than was authorized,or to keep the good quality and remit the bad. Few governors did not go homegratifyingly richer after their term of office.
Michizane was one of several governors whose shipments of the silk which
was part of their provinces’ taxes drew sharp criticism from the capital: it was sothin it was “Just like a spider’s web in autumn” or so coarse it appeared to be“woven from fibers of weeds.” Each negligent governor was sent a bolt of properly
woven silk from the government warehouse in case he had forgotten what goodsilk was like.
Michizane recorded few triumphs as governor. One came early. When he
first arrived at Sanuki’s capital he was pleased to find a lotus pond nearby. Flowers
were abundant that year and the next. “I addressed my fellow officials and hadthem compose poems in praise of the blossoms,” and because the lotus is a sacred
flower in Buddhism (deities are often pictured seated on a lotus), “From among thecountless plants in the pond, I plucked enough to distribute to the twenty-eighttemples in Sanuki.” He hoped that this would help the people “gain salvation” andhe reported that it did indeed inspire joy and piety, as well as impressing his fellow
officials, who “praised me as their leader.”The greatest disaster that he faced was a drought that came late in his tour.
In 888 the lotus pond and most of Sanuki’s irrigation ponds dried up. Prayers went
up from both Shinto shrines and Buddhist temples:
The shrine priests are exhausted from running about distributing offerings.
The monks in meditation weary of sitting and reciting sutras.
Finally Michizane took matters into his own hands. He climbed the heightcalled Fortress Mountain to Sanuki’s preeminent Shinto shrine and addressed a
no- nonsense prayer to the deities: “The Governor of Sanuki, Senior Fifth Rank
Lower, Lord Sugawara, reverently prays to the gods of Fortress Mountain withofferings of wine, fruit, incense, and cloth.”In case those bribes did not soften the gods’ hearts, he reminded them thatgenerosity has its limits. “Sanuki contains eighty-eighty villages with two hundred
thousand inhabitants.” If rains come, “if not one village experiences calamity andnot one mouth voices complaint, then the holy offerings of food, cloth, and jewels
will be pure and plentiful.... But if the benevolent rains are few ... the people will
be filled with anger. Both gods and men will suffer. The rites of worship will fall
into disuse. As gods, you may judge this. Do not begrudge your divine assistance. I
beg you to accept this prayer.” The blend of blandishment and blackmail worked.
It rained.
The court permitted Michizane to spend the second winter of his term athome and so he was able to attend the enthronement of a new emperor, one who
would have a profound effect on his life.
The previous emperor, who had reigned under the name of Koko, was ananomaly; he had come to the throne at fifty-five in a period when child emperors
were the norm. The Fujiwara chancellor would select a young imperial prince bornto a Fujiwara mother, put him on the throne, and then rule for the boy as regent.
Fujiwara Motosune had done that ten years earlier, but his choice had turned
out to be psychotic with homicidal tendencies; it had been necessary to retire himat the age of sixteen, and before Motosune picked another child he wanted a little
time to assess the candidates. He resorted to Koko, an imperial prince not in line
for the throne, who was to serve for a few years as a stopgap, with the clear
understanding that none of his sons was to succeed him.
When Koko fell ill three years later, Motosune was ready with the child of
his choice. However, the dying emperor had a change ofheart. Adroitly outmaneuvering Motosune, he managed to make his own
twenty-one- year-old seventh son the crown prince. This was unsettling but
Motosune had to accept it; he took what comfort he could from hearing Koko bid
his son to rely on Motosune’s counsel.
Dutifully--and because he had no choice--the new emperor, who took thename of Uda, directed an eminent scholar named Hiromi to write an edict
confirming Motosune’s powers as chancellor. Etiquette demanded that Motosune
decline the first invitation. In drafting thesecond edict Hiromi for some reason changed the term for “chancellor”
to the word ako.
Motosune had served Koko as ako without objection but now a scholar
named Sukeyo informed him that in ancient China the title of ‘ako’ was honorary,
conveying neither duties nor power.
Fujiwara Motosune had no interest in empty titles and, moreover, hesuspected Uda’s motives. His father Koko had demonstrated that he wanted toreassert imperial authority by loosening the Fujiwara grip on power; the son
seemed to have similar ideas. He had not had the benefit of a Fujiwara mother andupbringing in a Fujiwara household; apparently he needed a lesson in government.
Motosune turned the academic squabble into a contest of wills. He sent word thatsince the title of ‘ako’ conferred no duties, he would perform none, although if
Uda wanted him as chancellor he would gladly serve as he had before. Then heretired to his mansion. As long as he stayed at home, no other important official
dared offend him by reporting for duty. Government halted.
In this dilemma Uda called for a scholarly debate between Hiromi and
Sukeyo. It was no help. He wrote in his diary that both their arguments seemed
reasonable. “But the day was hot, and my heart was filled with anxiety. Thus I
could come to no decision. All affairs of government, great and small, havestagnated. All the provinces and all the ministries complain ceaselessly.”
The emperor was so distraught that he became impotent, compounding hisanxiety. His physicians were able to cure that but the political crisis continued.
Four months passed. Uda announced that the word ‘ako’ had been used contrary to
his wishes. That was not enough. Four more months went by before he caved in. In
the late autumn he accepted one of Motosune’s daughters as his consort, so that a
Fujiwara heir could be hoped for, and legal experts were summoned to determine
Hiromi’s punishment for his “misdeed” (he was pardoned almost before he wassentenced). Motosune was satisfied. He took up his duties and the court began tofunction again.
Because the ‘ako incident’ occurred while Michizane was governor of
Sanuki, he was not directly involved, but he had been in the capital when it began
and he followed it intently after he returned to Sanuki. Both scholars had been
students of his father, both were friends of his, and Sukeyo had married one of his
daughters. He wrote in a poem that “ugly disputes ... make me glad I am not ... atcourt,” but when Hiromi wrote asking for support because all the court scholars
had turned against him, Michizane responded with a blunt letter to his friend andbenefactor Motosune. He defended Hiromi, pointing out (as apparently no one elsehad) that although in ancient China ‘ako’ was indeed an honorary title, in latertimes it meant ‘chancellor.’ He made it clear that he thought Motosune was not
being the “model of behavior” he was “supposed to be.”
It is not known whether this letter helped to settle the dispute; Motosune
may have received it after the affair was resolved. But it had a decided effect on
Michizane’s career: it strained his relations with the Fujiwara and it brought him to
Uda’s attention as a man who dared to stand up to the Fujiwara.
A retiring governor was supposed to remain at his post until the records of
his administration were inspected and approved. Michizane couldn’t wait: heheaded for home as soon as his term was up. The required audit was slowed
because he was not on hand; it took a full year, a year in which he was not eligible
for a new appointment because he hadn’t been cleared from the old.
But he was home, and again he was being called to the palace to offer
poems. Uda had literary tastes, and during the year a warm relationship developed
between the forty-seven-year-old scholar and the twenty-four-year-old emperor.
Beyond that, because Michizane had the administrative experience of governing aprovince, he appeared to be a likely ally in Uda’s push to restore power to thethrone.
Early in 891 Michizane received a new appointment. Fujiwara Motosune
had died a month earlier and his son Tokihira was only twenty-one, too young toexert the power he was heir to. Uda seized the chance to appoint his own men to
key positions. He made Michizane the head of the office that assisted the emperor
in affairs of state. With this appointment Michizane crossed the line fromscholarship to politics, the first of his family to find himself on the track topolitical power.

He was almost derailed three years later. In 894 he was appointed
ambassador to China. Had he made the journey he would have been absent for ayear or more and, considering the dangers, he might never have returned; but themission was never sent.
There are those who see his appointment as a Fujiwara plot to get rid of him,
but the embassy was probably Uda’s idea, part of his effort to revive tradition. I
had been more than fifty years since the last mission to China, and certainlyMichizane was the logical choice as ambassador: he was the country’s leading
Chinese scholar; he had diplomatic experience in receiving missions from Parhae;
and his grandfather in 804-805 and an uncle in 838-839 had served in the twomost recent embassies to China.
It is clear that Michizane considered his appointment an honor-he continued
to use the title of ambassador for more than three years but he had no desire to
make the journey. He took the lead in urging that it be postponed and thencancelled.
He offered a bundle of reasons. To build and outfit four ships and assemble
the required gifts would have been a huge expense, and the court was pinchedfinancially. The T’ang dynasty that had ruled China for almost three centuries was
crumbling; China was torn by strife and rebellion; there was reason to doubt that
the Japanese would be properly received or even safe. The voyage would havebeen even more dangerous than usual because Korean pirates were harassing thesea routes. In earlier times the missions had satisfied the court’s desire for culturaladvances and exotic goods; now those needs were met by the missions from
Parhae, by Chinese merchants, and by the private travel of Buddhist monks.
Underlying all this was a growing sense of independence: the Japanese werefeeling more self-assured about their culture; they no longer felt a need for Chinese
tutelage. It would be nearly four centuries before Japan sent another official
embassy to China.
That issue disposed of, Michizane continued his rise to power. The emperor
pitted him against the ranking Fujiwara, Motosune’s son Tokihira. Since Tokihira
was who he was, he started with higher court rank, but Michizane’s promotions
came faster. Rank does not tell the whole story: through most of the decade from
891 to 701, Michizane’s duties were distinctly more important. He wielded more
influence; he was Uda’s confidant, his most trusted adviser.
The daughter that Motosune had placed in the emperor’s household as partof his price for settling the ‘ako’ affair became pregnant, but Motosune’s dying

prayers that the child be a boy were not answered. The baby was a girl and females
were no longer in the running for the throne. (After the sour experience with
Koken/Shotoku there was not another empress for more than eight centuries.) So
Uda was able to pick his own heir and Michizane helped him choose. Since they
could not incense the Fujiwara, they regretfully passed over Uda’s favorite son infavor of one with a Fujiwara mother. Michizane then took a hand in educating theboy with poems meant to elevate his taste and build his character.
Once he had things arranged to his satisfaction, Uda wanted to retire.
Apparently he believed that he could control the government and his young sonfrom retirement, as some emperors had done in the past. Michizane persuaded him
to wait a couple of years, but in 897, on the same day that the court celebrated thecoming of age of the thirteen-year-old crown prince, Uda made his announcement,
proclaiming that “until the young emperor has matured” the affairs of government
should be conducted by Tokihira and Michizane. His testament to his son included
obligatory praise of Tokihira but a glowing assessment of Michizane: I have taken
him as my mentor,” he wrote, and he urged his son to do the same.
On this same day that the young Emperor Daigo was enthroned both
Tokihira and Michizane were promoted to senior third rank. Six years of rapid
advancement had brought Michizane even with the head of the Fujiwara. Until
then their relationship had been cordial; now there was strain.
The difference in their ages sharpened the difference in their temperaments.
Michizane was a scholarly conservative who held to precedent. Tokihira waspractical and energetic; he saw the need to curb extravagance and make sweeping
reforms in finance and administration, moves that to Michizane must have beenradical and ill conceived.
The tension between them was aggravated because Tokihira was being
frustrated in his attempts to make one of his younger sisters the new emperor’sconsort. His first try was blocked by Uda’s mother, who arranged that her own
daughter be chosen (thus marrying Daigo to his aunt). When that young woman
died in childbirth, it was believed by many, including her mother, that her life had
been taken by the malevolent spirit of Tokihira’s rejected sister (the spirits ofliving persons, as well as those of the dead, could roam abroad to take revenge).
That was more than enough reason for the mother to again block Tokihira’s
imperial matchmaking.
Meanwhile, Michizane’s daughters were doing very well. One had become afavorite consort of Uda (in his testament to his son, Uda urged him to be guided bythis lady in matters relating to the women’s quarters, always a hotbed of jealousy

and intrigue). Another daughter was principal handmaid, the highest woman
official at the court. And a third was married to Uda’s younger son, Daigo’s halfbrother, as soon as he came of age.
All court families sent daughters to the court to attend the emperor. The
Sugawara family had done so before. The children born of those daughters had nopolitical significance because then the Sugawara family had no politicalsignificance. Michizane’s daughters did have political significance, and marriage
politics was a game the Fujiwara could not afford to lose.
Michizane tried to assure Tokihira that he was not a rival: “Blessed by ourruler’s limitless beneficence, I know contentment. Why should I thirst with
ambition?” But in everyone’s eyes he was a rival: Uda had placed him in that
position. And to most of the court he was an interloper: his scholarship did notentitle him to political power. In his rise he had passed many men who were
bitterly envious.
Early in 899, about a year and a half after retiring, Uda arranged that
Tokihira and Michizane be appointed to the two highest positions in thegovernment (the position of Grand Minister was honorary and often was not
filled): Tokihira as Minister of the Left, Michizane as the slightly lower-ranked
Minister of the Right.
Michizane tried hard to decline: “Humbly I must state that I am not of noble
birth; my family is one of scholars. Through the generosity of the retired emperor,
I attained the rank of high court noble, but as a result of today’s promotion I canneither sleep nor eat because of my apprehension. People’s hearts are not filledwith tolerance. Demons gaze with envy and bring misfortune to those who prosper.
I beg his majesty to consider my position and permit me to decline this office.”
He was in danger and he knew it. Three times he tried to decline. Uda would
not hear of it; he thought he could protect his man. Michizane was not so confident.
His worries deepened when a scholarly sin that he had committed nine years
earlier came back to haunt him. He had been appointed to administer the civil
service examination to a student named Kiyoyuki. As custom required in order toprevent favoritism, Kiyoyuki was from a rival faction. He was thirty- eight years
old. Although he had made slow progress through the university, his teacher wrotethat his “talent surpasses that of his contemporaries.” (Gossip said that when
Michizane read that he crossed out “talent” and inserted “ignorance.”) Michizane
failed Kiyoyuki and there is little doubt that he was being unfair, because his
decision was reversed. Although Kiyoyuki went on to become professor of

literature and president of the university, he advanced slowly, dogged byMichizane’s slur, and he never shed his bitterness.
Now he sent Michizane a letter that purported to be a friendly warning:“When a student at the university I secretly immersed myself in the occult sciences.
Since ancient times, diviners have investigated the occasions when ... retainers
overthrow their lords.
Determining the years of such momentous events is as easy as pointing to the palmof one’s hand.”Michizane may not have been versed in the art of divination, but like almost
everyone else of his time he believed in it, and Kiyoyuki was citing the latest, most
up-to- date methods from China.
“Next year will be indicated by the conjunction of signs ... foretelling achange in the mandate of heaven”--in other words, a rupture in the imperial lineage.
“The second month will be particularly inauspicious.”
Then he bore in on Michizane. “It is my humble observation that you haverisen above your status as a scholar and surpassed others to become a great
minister”--a career so spectacular, he declared, that it outshone all but that of Kibi
Makibi, the only other scholar who had risen to be Minister of the Right. “It is myhope that you will know contentment” --Michizane had used the same euphemism
for renouncing ambition- -“and recognize your proper status. You ought to returnto the mountains and devote yourself to the beauties of the clouds and mist.”
Kiyoyuki soon took his ominous predictions to the court. Confidentially hedivulged to Tokihira and a few others what he said the stars had revealed: that
Michizane was plotting to overthrow Daigo and put his younger brother Prince
Tokiyo on the throne. Since Tokiyo was married to Michizane’s daughter,
Michizane would be dominant as the emperor’s father-in-law and grandfather of afuture emperor. Somehow all the whispering was kept secret; neither Uda nor
Michizane learned of it.
The new year of 901 began auspiciously. On the seventh day Tokihira andMichizane were both raised to second rank, an honor awarded only to men of great
distinction.
Twenty-two days later, on the twenty-fifth of the month, the plot was sprung.
An imperial edict stripped Michizane of all rank and honor, labeled him a traitor,
banished him to Dazaifu.

Caught by surprise, Uda rushed to the palace to protest. The conspirators
had anticipated that: he was blocked from entering. He unrolled a mat and sat infront of the closed gate until nightfall.
On the thirtieth Uda again went to the palace and again was refused entrance.
He kept vigil at the gate all night. With the morning, the first day of the second
month, he gave up and returned to his residence. A few blocks away, armed guards
surrounded Michizane as he began his journey into exile.
Tears were shed. His family had been scattered: his four grown sons strippedof their positions at the court and banished to distant provinces, widely separated
from each other and from their father; hiswives and daughters held in the capital; Prince Tokiyo forced to
become a monk.
We do not know how many were permitted to accompany Michizane: a few
attendants. It was a small and woeful party that the guards herded out of the capital.
On that first day they reached Yamazaki, where travelers boarded boats to
go down the Yodo River to the Inland Sea. At Yamazaki, Michizane was permitted
to visit an elderly aunt who had retired to a nearby Buddhist nunnery. They talked
all night, until morning brought another tearful parting.
It is generally thought that from Yamazaki his journey was by boat, down
the river and then along the coast of the Inland Sea, moving by day, tying up andspending each night ashore, as was usual for the travel of officials in no hurry.
It must have taken more than one day to row down the meandering river,and so, on the bank of the Yodo, Michizane got his first taste of the indignities thatlay ahead. The orders carried by the guards brought them all the hospitality the
local people were capable of; the same orders directed that Michizane was to betreated as a criminal: he was to be given no food or assistance, not even spoken to.
Those with him had to forage for all they got.
Long ago the government had established stations for water travel all along
the coast. Just as the post stations that dotted the highways provided food, inns,
palanquin bearers, and fresh horses (to those entitled to ride), the water stations
supplied accommodations and boats for the next leg of the trip.
The small boats hugged the coast as they were rowed from haven to haven.
(They had a sail but it was useless unless the wind was behind them.) Boatmenwere cautious, loath to risk their boats or themselves. High waves, strong winds, orrain could keep them in harbor for days on end; if an ominous cloud came up while
they were under way, they would scurry for the nearest anchorage. Michizane
asserted that once he was put on “a boat with a damaged stern.”
The winter days were short and so was each day’s progress; the weather was
cold, uncertain, and often unpleasant. Michizane wrote that “on the route wereover fifty way stations”; if that was an exaggeration, the journey must neverthelesshave taken more than a month.
Michizane was not well when he started; grief and shock worsened hishealth. Afloat or ashore he was uncomfortable. His poems indicate that at only two
stops was he treated with civility: at Akashi, a week or so into his journey, where
the station master braved official wrath by showing sympathy, and at Hofu, muchcloser to his destination, where a distant branch of his family, still bearing the oldname of Haji, were the local power, and were too independent and too far from thecapital to care much about its commandments.
At last they reached Hakata and moored for the last time. Although Dazaifu
had long since been told that he was coming, his house was not ready. He was kept
at a shabby inn for two nights. “Curious spectators” peered “through the small
gate.”I was nauseated and my chest ached. I was exhausted and my feet were weak....
Gloomy despair tortured me.
Moved into “a deserted official residence” at the scrubby edge of the city, hefound the rafters decayed, the well clogged, the narrow garden choked with weeds,
the fence broken. He made some repairs and tried to resign himself to theloneliness of house arrest.
His health grew worse. He could not eat:
Farm children brought me vegetables,
And my kitchen helper made me a thin gruel. I wasted away...
No longer called upon to celebrate official occasions, he wrote poems thatwere personal, autobiographical, and eloquent. He remembered past glories,
scourged his slanderers at the court, lamented his “too severe” treatment. He foundsolace in the poetry of Chinese sages who had suffered as he was suffering.

Religion took on new meaning: I clasped my hands in prayer and took refuge inthe Buddha, and turned my heart to the practice of meditation.”
He never lost all hope that he would be reprieved and called back to thecapital. But “Letters from home ceased to arrive,” and fate seemed to be closing in.
“Surely here I will meet my end.... My bones will be buried in exile.”
He died in 903, on the twenty-fifth day of the second month.
*
When I arrived at the shrine and announced that I wanted to spend a year instudy there, the chief priest turned me over to an affable priest named Misake, headof the shrine’s cultural research office. Misake soon became a good friend. He
found an apartment for me, very near the shrine, and encouraged his staff to helpme.
In later conversation Misake told me that his ancestor had been a student ofMichizane’s, that he had accompanied Michizane into exile, served him in his lastyears, buried his body, erected the mausoleum over his grave, and tended it for the
rest of his life. “It was my ancestor, Misake Yasuyuki, who founded thisinstitution.”
That came of the long relationship between Yasuyuki’s family andMichizane’s, Misake said, dating back to the times when the Sugawara bore their
old name, Haji; perhaps the name Misake indicated that they had once brewed saké.
I remembered the Haji family’s traditional responsibility for funeral services; thatwould have included providing ceremonial wine. Listening to Misake, thecontinuities of Japanese history became very real.
I was still getting settled in my apartment when one morning the two
attractive young women in the office told me that an important service would beheld that evening, not at the shrine but at a place they called Tofuro. They offeredto guide me.
It was my first visit to the site of Dazaifu, that Distant Capital born out ofemergency thirteen centuries earlier. Walking among the old foundation stones inthe darkness, I could not make out the grand design but under the open sky I felt
the majesty of the setting. At the far end of the expanse an altar had been set up,
flanked by fires in standing braziers. The flames picked the scene out of the night:
the altar, the gathering of white-robed priests.

After the opening rite of purification and the chief priest’s prayer at the altar,
musicians in the costume of the ancient court moved to the low platform set before
the altar and took up their instruments to entertain the god and accompany thedancers. To plaintive flute, staccato drum, and words so old their meaning has been
lost, a young boy offered a dance out of ancient ritual. Solemnly he traced the
directions, forward and back, sometimes taking up a fan, sometimes a serpentine
clacker. He yielded to the radiance of shrine maidens in bright flowing robes;
surely they too pleased the spirit at the altar.
A group of townsfolk, men and women, came to the stage with koto, flute,and drum. From them rose a song of haunting loveliness. Another group, and our
aureole of light was filled with a second song as moving as the first. Someone
whispered that the works of both songs were poems composed by the deity during
his earthly life.
At home I looked up those poems. The first marked one of his last court
appearances as poet. The ninth day of the ninth month brought the annual
Chrysanthemum Festival, celebrated at the palace with a gathering of poets tocompose on a theme chosen by the emperor. In the year 900 the festival poems sopleased the youngemperor that he called the poets back for more the next day, this timeon the subject of “autumn thoughts.” Michizane, then fifty-six, offeredthis poem to the sixteen-year-old Daigo:
Over the years, your minister has experienced joys,
But tonight everything seems to stir only sadness:
The cold voice of the cricket in the blowing wind;
The falling leaves of the Chinese Paulownia, struck by the rain.
You are at your peak; I am growing old.
Your generosity is boundless; my repayment is slow.
How can I relieve such feelings?
I drink wine, listen to the koto, and recite poems.
The young emperor was so moved by this poem that he gave
Michizane a robe.
One year later, in dismal exile, Michizane took out that robe,
wept, and wrote what is today his most loved and remembered poem.
Set to music, it was the second song:
Ninth Month, Tenth Day
This night last year, attending at the Seiryo Palace,
I spoke my sorrow in a “Poem on Autumn Thoughts.”
The robe His Majesty bestowed on me, here with me now--

Each day I lift it reverently, bow to its lingering fragrance.
The autumn moon rose, the stars were joined by the lights of aircraft taking
off from Fukuoka airport. Their swift course across the sky, the hum of theirengines, did not seem anachronistic. They reinforced the timelessness I felt at thesite of the Distant Capital on that crisp autumn evening.

CHAPTER SEVEN
The years 824 through 941
Principal Characters
Chang Pogo, Korean merchant prince
Yi Chung, lieutenant to Chang Pogo
Fujiwara Sumitomo, courtier turned pirate
Taira Masakado, warrior become rebel
Misake Yasuyaki, priest of Michizane’s memorial
In the 170 years or so from Tabito’s time to Michizane’s, Dazaifu became avery different place. Tabito was charged with keeping a lid on Kyushu andreceiving foreign diplomats (though none appeared to enliven his stay). By
Michizane’s era Kyushu was relatively docile and foreign relations had diminishedto the exchanges with Parhae, whose delegations almost never came to Dazaifu,
although the court repeatedly asked them to. Dazaifu’s business was no longer
diplomacy, it was trade. The handsome reception center on Hakata’s shore housed
merchants, storehouses bulged with imported goods, and Dazaifu’s officials grew
wealthy, sometimes legally, sometimes not. It had begun in 824, when a Korean
named Chang Pogo appeared at Hakata.
No one has been able to trace Chang Pogo’s ancestry. He was still a youth
when he left Silla Korea, went to China, and became a mercenary. (Military
service was not popular with the Chinese; they could always use a few good men.)
A skilled, tough, warrior, he was soon an officer in the Chinese forces stationed
along the southern coast of the Shantung peninsula, just across the Yellow Sea
from Korea.
Each of the ports along this coast had its large and prosperous colony of
Koreans. Self-governing because the Chinese didn’t like to bother withforeigners, they provided complete service to Korean shippers: they were agentsand brokers and the monks in their Korean Buddhist temples prayed for the safetyof ships and sailors.
Using his position and the cumshaw that flowed his way, Chang Pogoacquired his own fleet and soon dominated those ports. He returned to Korea a
wealthy man. He was also an angry man. He was incensed that pirates were
kidnaping Korean peasants and selling them as slaves in China, crimes that the
Silla government seemed helpless to prevent. He established his headquarters on
an island called Wando, off the southwest tip of Korea and astride the route from
China to Silla’s capital; then he petitioned the Silla king to grant him the means towipe out the slave trade. He was given a force of ten thousand men; he made theminto his personal army. He quickly eliminated the slavers and, as the new master of
the Yellow Sea, took almost total control of the China-Korea trade.
He had looked ahead. Wando island was ideally situated for traffic to Japan;
he turned his attention in that direction. He could not expect a warm welcome.
Dazaifu had been confronted by a disquieting number of Koreans in recent years.
Silla rule was disintegrating in dynastic turbulence and, as disorder erupted, sizablegroups of immigrants crossed to Kyushu looking for a quieter place to live.
Other arrivals were less peaceable. Korean pirates attacked Tsushima in 811,
and two years later struck at the Ojima islands off Kyushu’s west coast; more thana hundred inhabitants were killed or wounded, but all of the pirates were killed or
captured. The court sent additional troops and Dazaifu was ordered to resume
instruction in the use of the longbow.
In these circumstances Chang Pogo had to be both daring and persuasive.
Dazaifu officials would not see him but he was allowed to meet with the governorof Chikuzen, whose province included the port of Hakata. The talks must havegone well. Shortly thereafter one of Chang Pogo’s merchants sailed into the harbor.
It had been a long time since Hakata had seen so rich a cargo. Dazaifu
officials pondered how to take advantage of it, given the government’s
deep- seated aversion to private trade; if reluctantly permitted it must be in an
official market with controlled prices. A step in that direction would be to put the
goods in a government building and, since there was little chance of a diplomat’s
showing up, the Koreans and their wares were housed in the elaborate reception
area near the port.
Word was sped to the capital. The emperor, the council of state, and theirfriends happily shopped from the list of goods and sent back their orders. The
trouble was that Hakata had seen such a frenzy of buying that the choice items
were gone. Dazaifu officials had made a gesture toward control but had themselvesbought feverishly. In a lame explanation to thecourt they found it convenient to blame their favorite scapegoats, thewealthy local gentry, who, they wrote, had squandered their fortunes in wildbuying.
The court did not accept that. “This results from a failure to make arrests,”
the council replied, placing the blame squarely on Dazaifu; henceforth, “whenmerchants arrive, their freight is to be examined from top to bottom, andeverything of use to the court shall be sent up by mounted messenger.” Havingpreempted the best, the council permitted the rest to be sold “under the supervisionof Dazaifu officials.”
Trade flourished for several years. In 840 a grateful Chang Pogo sent hislieutenant Yi Chung with a gift of saddles for the court. This, the council decided,
was going too far. Only foreign rulers could present “tribute”; it was presumptuousof the mere subject of a foreign land to try to do so. Dazaifu was instructed toreturn the saddles, “courteously,” and to send Yi Chung home, but not until he hadsold his goods (the saddles must have brought premium prices).
When Yi Chung sailed from Hakata his cargo included silk consigned in a
private deal of the forbidden kind that was making some officials on Kyushu rich.
The governor of Chikuzen was sending silk pongee which Yi Chung was to tradefor Chinese goods that would bring the governor ahandsome profit.
When Yi Chung reached Wando he found that Chang Pogo had beenmurdered. His power and wealth had made him a player in the factionalturmoil that raised up and brought down Silla kings in fast time, but he hadoverreached. In 839 his forces stormed the capital and put his candidate on
the throne. Being obligated, the new king agreed to marry Chang Pogo’s
daughter, but he did not live long enough to go through with the wedding.
Still wanting his daughter to live royally, Chang Pogo tried to get thedeceased king’s son and successor to fulfill the promise, but this time thenobility refused to marry their king to a merchant’s daughter and, to settle
the argument, sent an assassin who terminated Chang Pogo.
Fearful that the same fate awaited him, Yi Ching dashed back to thesafety of Hakata. Cohorts of the assassin soon showed up to accuse Yi
Chung of rebellion and demand that he be turned over to them. The

Japanese smelled treachery, sent the pursuers on their way, and assured Yi
Chung that he could tarry in Hakata as long as he wished, since forcing him
back to Korea would be like “casting a wild beast to a starving tiger.”
Meanwhile, Chikuzen’s governor, indignant that his pongee had notbeen sold for the profit he expected, had seized all of Yi Chung’s cargo as
reparation. When the council heard of this, they rapped the governor’s
knuckles and ordered Dazaifu to return Yi Chung’s merchandise to him. It was not,they said, “the Way of the Ruler” to deprive a merchant of his goods. But thewhole chain of events had roused the old bias against Koreans; any further Korean
immigration was banned and Korean merchants were denied the use of thereception center.
It really didn’t matter. Korean merchants no longer appeared, for Chang
Pogo’s death ended his trade empire. It also ended his suppression of piracy. As
the Silla dynasty lurched toward extinction, Korean pirates became bolder andmeaner. In the summer of 869, as Dazaifu was preparing to dispatch a convoy oftax goods to the capital, two Korean pirate ships sailed brazenly into Hakata bay,
picked off a boat whose crew had foolishly decided to set out ahead of the others,
and plundered the entire annual shipment of silk and silk floss from Buzen
province. It was a serious loss and a humiliation. Dazaifu was berated for letting it
happen.
There was a quiet interval, but 893, 894, and 895 brought a series of bloody,
damaging attacks that surely influenced the court’s decision to abandon theembassy to China that Michizane was to have led in 894; the seas were dangerous.
After each attack the court sent another detachment of soldiers to Dazaifu, butthere was no way of knowing where pirates would hit, and Japan could not go tosea against them. Its ships were slow and clumsy compared with the Koreans’ andit had no commander like Chang Pogo to lead the fight.
The disappearance of Korean traders had not ended foreign trade. Almost as
if on cue, Chinese merchants sailed into Hakata bay. The court regarded theChinese as a distinct improvement over Koreans. In the Japanese vocabulary, theChinese were “equals,” the Koreans were It vassals.” Furthermore the Chinese
brought more of the Chinese goods that the Japanese coveted: medicines, fabrics,

books, toiletries (such as lipstick), jewelry (such as combs and hairpins), and, mostdesirable of all, celadon pottery with its lustrous, translucent green glaze. Graygreen or willow green or sea green, the Japanese craved it (as did peoples as far
away as Morocco). Once it had gone only to the privileged; now anyone of means
could eat from it.
For the Chinese, Hakata’s reception center was reopened; they were given
free lodging for as long as they stayed. And their stay was long, because the courtchose to deal with them directly. To make certain that the government and thenobility of the capital got first choice, Dazaifu was cut out of the picture. When aship arrived, officials were dispatched from the capital to examine the cargo andcarry back all that they chose. Payment was then sent back to Hakata.

This took at least a couple of months, and although the choicest items may
have been skimmed, there was plenty left and plenty of time for trading in Hakata.
Deals were struck openly and furtively. Dazaifu and Chikuzen officials, in theirposition as hosts, had opportunities to apply the art of the squeeze, which came as
no shock to the Chinese. Long experience had taught them to figure in such
miscellaneous expenses when they set their prices, and the unexpected boon of freeroom and board gave them an extra margin of profit. Storehouses at Dazaifu andelsewhere on Kyushu filled with goods both licit and illicit, and everybody knew
tales about the wealth carried back to the capital by returning officials. (We may
note that Dazaifu’s warehouses held quantities of prized Chinese medicines when
Michizane was a prisoner, but although he was ill none was offered to him; hiswife had to send medicines to him from the capital.)
Despite the profits, it became increasingly clear that foreign trade had
drawbacks. For one thing, the foreigners in their midst gave disgruntled Japanese
new horizons for their scheming. In 866 Dazaifu discovered that a senior official in
Hizen province, one of the local gentry, was plotting to cross over to Silla, enlist aband of Koreans, and lead them in taking Tsushima. Four years later a tip from
Silla uncovered treason at Dazaifu itself: the Junior Assistant Governor General--a
Fujiwara occupying the same position that Fujiwara Hirotsugu had--and someother key officials
had been conspiring with the king of Silla.
The flow of Chinese imports became a problem in itself. The treasury ran
out of gold to pay for the government’s purchases, and was reduced to paying insilk from Dazaifu’s warehouses. The council of state tried to cut back by ordering
the Chinese to come less often. The Chinese paid no attention, and whenever they
appeared, the same men who had ordered the cutback rushed to buy.

This was made clear in a caustic directive issued by Michizane’s former
rival, Fujiwara Tokihira, just five months after Michizane’s death. When a Chinese
ship arrived, he wrote sternly, the men sent by the government were no longer
getting first choice. Not only were Kyushu’s gentry, who “love exotic items,”
driving up prices, but, “In recent years, members of the imperial family and thenobility send messengers to bid before the authorities can get there.”
The culprits seem obvious. They certainly included Tokihira’s own family,
if not himself. But he censured Dazaifu for letting unauthorized persons get to theport. He did not explain how Dazaifu was to stop representatives of the emperor
and the country’s highest nobility. “Let another order be sent,” he decreed. “There
will be no leniency.”
Tokihira’s harangue was merely foolish, but it highlighted a peril. By
putting self-interest first, the nobility were undermining the government they ran.
The shortage of gold was a symptom: the government was starved forrevenue. The biggest reason was the swift growth of huge, private, tax-exempt
estates in the hands of noble families, Buddhist temples, and Shinto shrines. It had
begun innocently. To increase farmland, the government offered entrepreneurs
lifetime tax-exemption on reclaimed land. “Lifetime” stretched until it became
perpetual. Great families and religious institutions contrived to make not just theirreclaimed tracts but all of their lands tax-exempt. As the central government’s
control of the provinces weakened and lawlessness grew, small landholders foundit wise to commend their lands to the estate holders: the estates asked less in dues
than the government had in taxes, and the estates’ fighting men gave protectionthat the government could not. Great manors mushroomed all across the country.
Their noble and religious owners grew rich while the loss of taxes crippled thegovernment.
Even the little mausoleum at Michizane’s grave acquired land. The offeringsof prudent courtiers assigned to Dazaifu were creating a budding temple. Then in
919, ten years after Tokihira’s early death, the Fujiwara family directed one of his
younger brothers to sponsor construction of a larger, more permanent memorial.
Whatever mixture of sympathy, guilt, and dread of a malignant spirit moved themto do this, it brought joy to Michizane’s faithful attendant, Misake Yasuyuki, who
still presided there as Buddhist priest. In the same year, not by coincidence, thetemple was given its first estate, the land and peasants of a village about six miles
away. From then on, that village’s output went not to the government but toMichizane’s memorial. Yasuyuki sent one of his most resourceful disciples tooversee the village, and reinforced him with another follower whose chief talentwas swordsmanship; together they would insure that no neighbor encroached on
the village borders, and, if opportunity presented, they might acquire a field here
and there.
The government’s problems seemed endless: Korean pirates, disloyal
officials, loss of revenue, disorder in the provinces. The court could not control its
own members, much less keep order in the country. It even had home-grownpirates in the Inland Sea; for more than a century had been issuing order after order,
all toothless, to quell them.
The people in question resented being called pirates. They called themselves
suigun, meaning “naval forces.” They pointed out that they and seamen like themup and down the Inland Sea and along the coast of Kyushu had served as thecountry’s navy when it needed one. They had manned the ships that carried envoys
to China, and suffered losses in that effort. Drawing on older memories, theyruminated on the 663 debacle off Korea when their fleet carrying an army sent torescue the already extinct kingdom of Paekche was all but wiped out by the
Chinese navy.
They were members of a proud and ancient clan (they ranked their mythic
ancestors with those of the imperial family), a clan that dominated the province ofIyo (today’s Ehime prefecture). Besides their islands, Iyo took in the mountains
and fertile valleys of the whole northeast corner of Shikoka, but the “naval forces”
spurned any home but the islands.
What the court called piracy was to them only natural. When ships navigated
the narrow passages through their islands they should expect to pay a toll, just as
travelers on land did at customs gates thrown across roads by local powers. The
islanders admitted that they could be harsh if a crew was hostile, and if an
occasional cargo of, say, imports from China, was too tempting, they might take itall. They knew how to fight and they had good weapons, including prized swords
that had been offered out of respect, or fear. They did not play favorites. They tooka share of both government cargo destined for the court and the private shipments
of officials grown rich in the provinces.
They were not rich. They fished and gathered the savory greens of the ocean.
Some had a bit of land; their women clawed its rocky patches to grow vegetables.
The many families without land spent their lives on their boats, which were muchless grand than imagined by a chronicler a coupleof centuries later: “huge rafts . . . permanent habitations covered with earth,planted with trees, and dotted with rice fields.”

They were little better off than peasants but in wit and spirit they held
themselves above bovine farmers. They ate better. Peasants could not eat the rice
they grew, but boats bearing that rice to the capital gave up enough to fill thestomachs of the seamen’s families.
Then around 935 they acquired a leader, and he was bent on serious piracy.
His name: Fujiwara Sumitomo. There is argument about Sumitomo’s beginnings.
Some say he was the third son of Fujiwara Yoshinori, a courtier of middling rank
from a line of only modest achievement within that prolific family. However, it
seems quite certain that Yoshinori adopted this son while he was serving as
governor of Iyo. While he was there Yoshinori was obliged to work closely withthe local power that controlled the province. It is believed that a branch of thatfamily ceded some newly developed land to Yoshinori, and that in return headopted one of their sons, making him a Fujiwara and naming him Sumitomo. Bybirth, then, Sumitomo belonged to the same clan as the seamen of the islands.
Separated from his own parents when he was very young, Sumitomo grew
up in the capital at a time when the court was bedeviled by the vengeful spirit ofMichizane. Ostensibly he was a member of the most powerful family in the
country, but he was a minor member. He also bore the stigma of being a country
boy, the butt of scorn because he was born in the provinces. His foster father
Yoshinori went from Iyo to a responsible position at Dazaifu, but he died young
and was not around to support Sumitomo in the competition for appointment to agood position (there were never enough to go around). As he approached the ageof forty Sumitomo held only Sixth Rank, still not entitled to enter the palace andbe received by the emperor.
It was probably early in 931, when he was thirty-eight, that he wasappointed to be secretary in Iyo, answerable to the governor and lieutenant
governor. The position required only Seventh Rank, so he was overqualified, but
he must have been glad to have the salary and perks that went with the office. By
this time provincial governors usually stayed in the capital so that Sumitomo was
number two man on the scene. He probably sought the job. It brought him back to
his own people and he came as a celebrity, a courtier and a Fujiwara. He left anervous capital: it was plagued with banditry; the palace guards were under orders
to patrol the streets nightly. His wife, possibly glad to be rid of him, stayed athome as wives usually did, but he brought a young son.
One of his duties as secretary was to escort Iyo’s shipments of rice and othertax goods to that capital. Each occasion involved negotiation with his distantkinsmen who controlled passage through the islands. In parleying over what part ofthe cargo had to be surrendered to let the rest go through, he was not overlyforceful; he and the seamen developed a cozy relationship. Another of his
responsibilities as an official was to suppress piracy; he gave that duty lip service.
All the while, the court continued to issue orders against piracy, continued to send
officers to eliminate pirates, and continued to request prayers against pirates atshrines and temples both in the capital district and in the pirates’ strongholds.
Nothing changed.
When Sumitomo’s term as secretary expired he did not return to the capital.
He knew he had no future at the court. He foresaw better things in Iyo; he stayed.
This was not unusual. Even imperial princes became fortune hunters. In 842
Dazaifu complained to the court about a certain Prince Nakai. Although he was amember of the imperial family, he, like Sumitomo, held only Sixth Rank; he had
been sent to Kyushu as lieutenant governor of Bungo province. When his term wasup he stayed on, a princely bully grabbing land illegally, becoming wealthy andobnoxious. The court ordered him to return home but we don’t know that he paid
any attention; he was living high on Kyushu.
There was an oversupply of princes. With so many women at hand, avigorous emperor could sire an embarrassment of sons. It was a drain on thetreasury to support them as royalty and each was a possible focus of intrigue. The
solution was to shed them. It was simple. By giving them surnames-the imperialfamily had none-they were placed in the ranks of the court nobility and cut off
from the imperial line. Then most were dispatched to the provinces to make theirown way.
The family names most often affixed to excess princes were Minamoto andTaira. Out in the provinces men with those names founded powerful families who
dominated great areas. There was no higher authority to restrain them. Only armed
might counted, and they found warriors in the provinces waiting to be mobilized.
They were the ancient landed gentry, local powers like the clan that dominated Iyo.
When the court created its centralized system two centuries earlier, the local chiefs
had been intentionally bypassed to reduce their power, but they had never yielded
their authority over the countryside--as Michizane learned when he was governorof Sanuki--and many had maintained their prowess as fighting men. The court
uneasily disparaged them as “the idle rich,” but its own forces were a shambles andso it sometimes deputized them to maintain law and order. The great manors
embraced them as troops to ward off bandits and predatory neighbors. To
opportunists named Minamoto or Taira, they were natural allies, eager to pledge
themselves to a strong leader for the promise of rich rewards.
Sumitomo was not a Taira or a Minamoto but he saw the potential in theseamen of his clan. He would weld their scattered groups into one formidable force.

With them he would rule the Inland Sea. He would flout the court, laugh at its
weakness.
While still in office he began with a move calculated to make him a hero. In
bleak midwinter he pressured a susceptible district chief into opening the district’s
government storehouse, liberating about fifteen thousand bushels of rice which hedistributed to riotously happy peasants and seamen. His bridges burned, heannounced to the seamen that he was one of them; he would lead them incampaigns of plunder that would make them all rich. The court called them pirates:
they would be pirates.
Before he could get started he was frustrated by the appointment of an
unexpectedly intelligent new governor for Iyo. Forgoing the usual futile military
action, he offered clemency. Seamen who surrendered were given clothing, food,fields to cultivate, and seeds to plant. More than thirty leaders and 2500 men
turned themselves in.
Thwarted, Sumitomo took time out. He established a headquarters on Hiburi,
an island in the channel between Shikoku and Kyushu. From ancient times
Hiburi’s signal fires and flags had guided navigators; clan leaders sometimes
retired there in old age. Sumitomo saw it as a lair: a scraggle of an island with atwisted spine of mountains and spurs that concealed bays deep enough to hidehundreds of ships.
From Hiburi he reached out to the rugged seamen and sometime maraudersof Kyushu’s Inland Sea coast. Many centuries earlier, the ancestors of his clan had
migrated from Kyushu to Iyo, but not all of them crossed; some stayed andprospered on Kyushu’s shore. Those old ties were not forgotten, and Sumitomo
played on them to build a firm alliance.
Three years passed. The governor’s clemency had lost its appeal; seamen
abandoned their fields and returned to their boats. Sumitomo issued a call. In
midwinter, as 939 gave way to 940, he assembled a fleet and moved up the Inland
Sea. From Iyo the governor sent an emergency message to alert the court.
Provincial capitals were the likeliest places to find riches. More thanhalfway toward the capital district, Sumitomo struck at the capital of Bizen
province. But they were no longer a surprise. Alarm had swept up the coast andthey found little worth taking. The ranking official, lieutenant governor Fujiwara
Sanetaka, had fled toward the capital with his family, a few guards, and as muchtreasure as they could carry. Sumitomo ordered a manhunt.

Along the way Sanetaka was joined by the chief official of Harima province.
They were within a day’s journey of the capital when Sumitomo waylaid them.
Bound and helpless, the two officials saw their children killed and their wives
raped and carried off. Finally, jeering at them, Sumitomo sliced off each man’snose and ears. The victims’ attempt to flee to the capital does not seem reason
enough for this outrage. Was it revenge? Had Sanetaka been ruthless in attacking
pirates? Had Sumitomo nursed hatred of Sanetaka from the days when they weregrowing up as Fujiwara cousins, one city-bred, one yokel?
News of the savagery reached the capital the same day. Panic swept thestreets. Fires raged through the most populous districts; rumors said they were aprelude to attack. On top of that, came word that in the north a Taira named
Masakado was in revolt. It was a bad week for the court.
Taira Masakado’s base was about as far from the capital as Sumitomo’s, but
in the opposite direction; his field of action was the fertile, flat land of the great
Kanto plain, stretching out from the head of the bay where the city of Tokyo would
one day rise. On this plain the mounted warrior came into his own in the fighting
for power and territory. The forces were not large--a few dozen to a few
hundred--but the battles were fierce. There were foot soldiers too, marshaled frompeasants; sometimes they were sent ahead to blunt the first blow, but what counted
most was thewarrior on horseback.
Masakado’s grandfather--an imperial prince who was the great-grandson ofan emperor--had left the imperial family, taken the name of Taira, and traveled
north to settle on those broad lands and found a powerful family. His several sons(seven according to one genealogy, ten according to another) gained land andpower by reclaiming marshlands and marrying the daughters of local chiefs. By
Masakado’s generation, his father, uncles, and cousins held large manors spreadover three provinces.
When Masakado was a young man, his father sent him to the capital for a
few years to acquire polish and cultivate connections with the rich and powerful.
He could not have aimed higher: he served as a guard in the household of Fujiwara
Tadahira, prime minister and regent for the current boy emperor. Tadahira had
succeeded his brother Tokihira, Michizane’s nemesis.
In 931, the same year that Sumitomo went to Iyo as secretary, Masakado
received word that his father had died, and he left for home, disappointed that
Tadahira had not given him rank or position. At home he found that his uncles

were hungry to carve up the estates his father had left to him. He set about todefend his lands.
It was a truculent family, as ready to fight each other as outsiders.
Masakado added to the ill will by eloping with the daughter of one of his
uncles, incensing her father, who wanted a more advantageous match--links
by marriage were often valued more than blood ties. One after another,singly and in combination, his uncles and their sons tried to destroy him. In
935 he broke the law by pursuing one of them across a province border, and,they lodged a complaint with the court. Masakado was summoned to thecapital to answer the charge, but Tadahira intervened, his offense wasjudged not serious, and he was pardoned in a general amnesty declared tocelebrate the child emperor’s coming of age.
As he was returning home in the summer of 937 with only a small
body of men, his uncles twice attacked and overwhelmed them: his first
defeats, made more bitter because his father-in-law seized his wife andchildren. Her brothers helped her escape and return to him, but Masakado,
infuriated, attacked that uncle and destroyed him.
Before that, Masakado had been more attacked than attacker. Now,
long-standing animosities came to a boil, not only with his Taira relatives
but also with government-appointed provincial officials. He went on theoffensive. Incited by questionable supporters in a neighboring province, heinvaded that province, scattered its officials, and replaced them with hisown men. It had been so easy that he took over three more provinces.
Conquest went to his head: he laid claim to the entire Kanto.
At this point, according to the chronicle of his life, a camp follower andprostitute who doubled as a shaman received an oracle from Hachiman, regarded
as a protector of warriors; the oracle transmitted a proclamation, allegedly
composed by Michizane, naming Masakado a new emperor. With divine sanction
for something he had already decided to do, he proclaimed himself “New
Emperor,” master of the Kanto, and held an investiture service to confirm his
imperial dignity.
He announced this in a personal letter to his former lord, Tadahira. He
professed his loyalty, asserted that his actions had been provoked by his enemies,
and appealed for understanding: “While it had not been my original intention, inthe end I conquered the province of Hitachi. This was no small crime, I realized, as
taking over one province was surely as grave a crime as taking over a hundred. So
I went on to seize the others.”
He proudly referred to his imperial lineage: “Were I to gain control of overhalf the land permanently, it would surely be admitted that this was my due
fortune.”He boasted of his prowess as a warrior: “Who among my peers can comparewith me?”
He was not attempting to overthrow the emperor, but he was asserting thatthe entire Kanto region was his to govern as he chose. This was rebellion. In thetense capital it was rumored that some time earlier Masakado and Sumitomo had
met in the Buddhist cloisters of Saicho’s Mount Hiei and, overlooking the city, had
schemed how to divide the country between them.
The court was distraught. Rank and position were promised to whoever
would kill Masakado. A general was given the rank of shogun and sent against
him; he was expected to raise his army in the Kanto, so he would go with only a
few aides and officers. Even so, it was three weeks before he left the capital.
Sumitomo was a criminal but Masakado was a rebel of imperial descent.
The Minister of the Left went to his brother Tadahira, the regent, with an urgent
recommendation: to buy time while they concentrated on Masakado, they should
appease Sumitomo by promoting him. So while Sumitomo with several hundred
pirates were terrorizing the coast of the capital district, the court raised him from

Sixth Rank to Fifth. Now he was qualified to be formally received by the emperor.
A messenger was dispatched to deliver the good news but the puzzled man had no
idea where to go.
Meanwhile, leaders in the Kanto took matters into their own hands. Some of
the most powerful had so far held off from the fray, waiting until they could becertain of backing the winner. One who had been leaning toward Masakado
decided to visit his camp for a face-to-face assessment. When he arrived,
Masakado was in his tent having his hair dressed, but he was so elated when heheard who had come that he rushed out, his hair disheveled, to greet his supposed
new ally. This behavior made a very bad impression on his caller. He decided that
Masakado lacked imperial bearing, and he promptly allied himself withMasakado’s enemy cousin. Together they attacked. Masakado’s force was
outnumbered but at first he pushed them back in confusion. Then, says thechronicle, the gods turned against him. His sword became heavy and “his horse
failed to fly like the wind.” He was struck by an arrow, and on the fourteenth dayof the second month, 940, the New Emperor fell in battle. His head was sent to thecapital where it was displayed on a stake. The court’s shogun-general had got
nowhere near the Kanto. He turned around and went home.
Word of Masakado’s fall took the heart out of Sumitomo and his men. They
had raided Awaji island, which almost bridges the sea between Honshu andShiroku, and had plundered its stockpile of weapons, but the news spoiled theircelebration. In wintry weather they sailed back to theirhome waters. In the still panicky capital, the court commissioned an officer ofthe guard as a general specifically charged to destroy Sumitomo.
After six months of quiet the pirates erupted again in the autumn of 940. With four
hundred ships Sumitomo scourged the ports along the east coast of Iyo and, again
thrusting within range of the capital, he attacked the province of Sanuki and theheadquarters where Michizane had governed. The reports submitted by the acting
governor and his officer of the guards asserted that the defenders fought bravely
but were overwhelmed and forced to flee southward through mountains to the next
province. After the pirates, tired of pursuit they leisurely plundered and thenreembarked to strike at the opposite coast of Honshu. In its harbors they caught
and burned more than a hundred government warships and, near the western tip ofHonshu they hit a rich target, the government mint. They burned it to the groundand made off with its stock of coins.
This time they did not get away scot free. The court’s general caught up withthem while they were still ashore and inflicted a bloody drubbing before they

escaped to their boat. This was Sumitomo’s first reversal and, with the realizationthat he could be defeated, some of his leaders and their men began to drift awayfrom him. Others may have been alienated by his cruelty and his arrogance. He
could no longer boast that he could muster 1500 ships. The most damaging
defector was one of his staff officers, a man who knew his strategies and his hiding
places. In the early spring of 941,
that man led government forces in an attack that broke Sumitomo’s hold on
Iyo.
Sumitomo fled to his island stronghold on Hiburi and rallied those loyal tohim. Many of the Iyo seamen responded and the Kyushu men came in force. A
couple of months later, he led more than eight hundred ships through the straits
between Honshu and Kyushu and into Hakata bay. Their target was Dazaifu.
Dazaifu had warning. Its defenders met the pirates at the water-gate. They
did not close its conduits to create the great moat that its engineers had planned,
and they were swept aside. Those able to escape to the fortified mountain behindthem struggled up its cliffs to join the officials and clerks and townsfolk who hadtaken refuge on its height. Sumitomo had no interest in pursuing them. From theearthworks they watched helplessly as the pirates roared through the headquarters,
stripping its glories, vandalizing its offices, ripping open its storehouses andexulting over the riches that poured forth--the Chinese celadons and brocades andbangles and medicines. They moved on to the town, emptying its houses and shops,
swilling the liquor of its gay quarters in boozy bacchanal.
Night fell, and the watchers on the mountain saw fires, small at first, thenthrough a pall of smoke, flaring, leaping, raging. Many wept to see the greatbuildings engulfed, the city consumed. At Kanzeonji desperate monks andservitors lugged buckets of water to douse sparks blown their way. They saved
their buildings, but the pirates had desecrated their altars, destroyed their images,
plundered their treasures.
At last the pirates wearied. With everything worth taking, they headed backto the port. Sumitomo celebrated on his ship. Hakata was in his hands, yielding
still more treasure. His pirates forayed up and down the coast.
The government’s general was Ono Yoshifuru. He had about two hundred
ships, hardly a match for Sumitomo’s eight hundred, but he sent them to Hakata,while he landed his army on Kyushu’s Inland Sea coast and marched them to
Hakata. There were days of skirmishing on land and on the bay. One historiandescribes the final encounter this way:

The day dawned with a gale that whipped up the bay, howling past the
government ships toward the pirates. The bay was so rough that Sumitomo judged
action impossible. He retired to his cabin to drink; the pirates and their families
battened down to wait out the wind. But a government commander saw anopportunity. He collected more than a hundred small boats, packed them with dry
straw, and shepherded them toward the pirates. At close range the straw was set
afire and the blazing boats were cut loose. The wind drove them into Sumitomo’s
fleet. Flames raced from ship to ship in a sea of fire as the government ships bore
in. Men, women, and children jumped screaming into the sea and drowned.
Nearly all of the pirates’ eight hundred ships burned and sank. A few were
captured.
Sumitomo and his fourteen-year-old son somehow escaped and made their
way back to Iyo. They took refuge on a wooded hill but were quickly surrounded.
Both went down fighting. Their heads were sent to the capital to be mounted on
stakes. Like Masakado’s, they drew a gaping crowd. General Ono Yoshifuru
returned to the city in triumph and was rewarded. The same shogun general who
had not made it in time to fight Masakado arrived after Sumitomo end. He wasindignant when he was not rewarded.
Michizane’s mausoleum was far enough from Dazaifu to escape. Or perhaps
Sumitomo and his pirates had no wish to antagonize so powerful a spirit.
But what had been Japan’s second city was charred earth. Its officials andclerks made their way to their homes. Merchants, shopkeepers, and the women of
the entertainment district picked through the rubble for something worth saving.

Taira Tadamori was annoyed. Very annoyed. A Chinese ship lay offshore
loaded with goods that meant hefty profits. But here too were the pests he had hehad tried to dodge: Dazaifu inspectors intent on boarding the ship, interrogating
the captain, and inspecting the cargo so they could nab a considerable part of it in
the name of taxes and fees.
The ship’s captain was fuming. Had Taira Tadamori forgotten his assurance
that at this out-of-the-way anchorage there would be no hungry officials? On thestrength of that promise he had by-passed the familiar port of Hakata to sail a long,
looping course southward around Kyushu’s western outreaches throughisland-clogged passages and bays then back northward more than sixty miles to thefarthest shore of the gulf called the Ariake Sea. Here, he had been assured, was the
security of the estate that Tadamori managed.
Tadamori tried to cool the irate Chinese. He insisted that he could handle thesituation. As manager he represented the owners of the estate, and though it washeld by a temple in the capital that temple had been founded by imperial order andthe estate was in fact part of the lanes belonging to the imperial family. In this year
1133 the head of the imperial family was the retired emperor Toba, the mostinfluential man in the capital. Toba took a keen interest in the family lands. He waszealous in expanding them and he would not look kindly on any attempt to cut into
the revenue they yielded.
Tadamori knew this because he was one of Toba’s confidants, one of theinner circle in the retired emperor’s office. He was in this fortunate position
because he was chief of his Taira family, whose Taira warriors served the retired
emperor. One of his rewards for faithful service, along with a series of lucrative
governorships, was his lucrative assignment to manage this estate: a manager
received a share of the estate’s income. Toba got his money’s worth; a renowned
warrior gave an estate security.
A man did not achieve Tadamori’s stature without being resourceful. In thisinstance he had in his entourage a man who had been a scribe in the retired
emperor’s office, drafting the missives that flowed from that office. He knew thestyle of such a document and he knew the signatures of the staff who would
validate it. Tadamori called on those skills now, and shortly he had in hand anorder, impressively signed and sealed, explicitly prohibiting representatives ofDazaifu from entering this estate. Tadamori watched as the discomfited officers
rode off. Then he rewarded his scribe for felicitous forgery.

This was not an exploit that Tadamori would boast about to the retired
emperor, but he knew that Toba would approve the result, and might even beamused by the method. The possessors of any estate sought to bar local officials
from the estate: they were forever trying to refute the estate’s tax exempt status sothey could collect taxes; they took a cut on taxes collected.
An owner needed convincing documents to assert tax exemption, but he alsoneeded fighting men to ward off predatory intruders. The government was unable
to police the provinces and so, although the nobility scorned warriors, they reliedon them to protect their scattered lands. Sometimes it was possible to recruit a
local force, but when the aristocrats of the capital needed muscle they turned to thewarrior clans, either the Minamoto or the Taira.
It is not mere coincidence that the rise of the Taira came during the century
when the imperial family shook free of Fujiwara dominance. In 1068, because
Fujiwara consorts had failed to produce a male heir, the Fujiwara had to accede to
the enthronement of a mature man not born of a Fujiwara mother, not molded by
Fujiwara upbringing. He reigned for four years and then retired, having ensured
that both his successor and the next crown prince were similarly unfettered. He
was the first of four vigorous retired emperors who made the imperial family-for
the first time in its history-the most powerful force in the government.
There were other retired emperors during that period but only the seniorcounted. None of the four tried to act as emperor after retiring, but as head of thefamily each contrived to build the family’s influence and hitherto meagre wealth.
It was the new center of power created by the retired emperors that gave thetaira their opportunity. Their rivals the Minamoto had an old alliance with the
Fujiwara. Fujiwara power and glory were critically dependent on the Minamoto
might that maintained order and kept income flowing from vast estates. The
Minamoto were “the teeth and claws” of the Fujiwara and in return they had
achieved rank and position at the court. The Taira could now go after that samekind of respect by attaching themselves to the retired emperors.
There were several branches of the Taira, largely independent of each other;most were based in the northeast where they had won territory and influence. A
lesser known group was closer to the capital, on territory they took over when atough tenth-century Taira warrior, after serving as governor of Ise province,
decided to settle there. From that base his descendents reached westward. By thetime of his great-grandson, Taira Masamori- Tadamori’s father-Taira influence hadreached both sides of the Inland Sea and the west coast of Honshu. It wasMasamori who started his family’s rise to glory by cultivating the second of thefour retired emperors, Toba’s grandfather Shirakawa.
Masumori’s approach was forthright. In 1097, from his family lands, hedonated 250 choice acres-with, of course, their income-producing peasants-to
support an imperial temple built in memory of Shirakawa’s most beloved
daughter. A cordial introduction came quickly.
Shirakawa was devoted to building temples and augmenting the family’slands. Masamori contributed to both, and moved into Shirakawa’s inner circle.
His status as a favorite was confirmed when he was sent to deal with aprominent Minamoto who had erupted on the west coast of Honshu, killing thegovernor of Izumo province and seizing tax rice. He had angered the government
before: when he was the governor of Tsushima, Dazaifu had accused him ofbrutality against the island’s people; exiled to an offshore island, he had escapedand landed in Izumo.
Masamori returned from Izumo bearing the Minamoto head, which he
exposed to public view on the prison gate. Probably what was most important to
Masamori, he had ousted a Minamoto from a region that the Taira intended todominate. As a result of his success, Masamori took a place alongside theestablished Minamoto captains as an enforcer of the peace in the capital.
They were kept busy, Kyoto was anything but placid, a run-down city,
dangerous at night. Taira and Minamoto were called upon to round up the thievesand cutthroats who infested the streets, and to face down the rampaging throngs ofpriest-thugs who boiled out of the great temples and shrines to battle each other or
to confront the court with demands for the redress of some grievance. If they got
their way, it usually called forth a howling protest from a rival institution claimingthat is rights had now been trampled, and another melee had to be quelled.
Such services were rewarded. Masamori received a string of appointments to
be governor of important, prosperous provinces. The governor of a province had
ample opportunity to get rich: he was both tax assessor and collector, andsqueezing the peasants was a fine art. Masamori’s governorships made him richand they also made him powerful, for they gave him the chance to win the
allegiance of local leaders.
He was adroit in getting appointments to provinces along the Inland Sea. In
this strategic region he gained the loyalty of hundreds of the minor chieftains who
controlled the coastal villages and inlets that were home to seamen who fished andferried and doubled as pirates. They gave him a navy of boats manned by tough,skilled seamen. With them he took effective control of the Inland Sea.
He was therefore the logical choice to deal with that old problem, the Inland
Sea’s pirates, and more than once he was ordered to subdue them. These
assignments played into his hands; they gave him the opportunity to exertdiscipline and crush disloyalty. The pirates he shackled and paraded through thestreets of Kyoto were those who had flouted his authority. The lesson was not loston the others.
In 1119 he was sent to Kyushu to crush insubordination on an estate thatbelonged to one of the great imperial temples. He took care of it easily, and the trip
gave him the opportunity to see for himself Hakata’s harbor, busy with Chinese
ships, Chinese merchants, Chinese goods. He was already investing in the China
trade and it pleased him to see the activity that was bringing him foreign luxuries
and more wealth.
Kyushu lords came to pay their respects to the great warrior from the capital,
and when he returned to Kyoto with the culprit’s head he was flanked by morethan a hundred prominent warriors from Kyushu and the Inland Sea. He wasdemonstrating that he dominated western Japan.
His final triumph came when he was promoted to Fourth Rank, the firstTaira warrior to break into the higher ranks. He died around 1121, full of honor.
Headship of the Taira passed to his son Tadamori.
Tadamorl’s career took off where Masumori’s had ended. By 1133, when heproduced that forged order to shoo away Dazaifu inspectors, he had performed thecustomary duties: he had been the governor of major provinces, with a Minamoto
chieftain he had repulsed riotous priest-soldiers in the capital-, and he had
disciplined the pirates of the Inland Sea. He had become richer than his father,enabling him to build a temple enshrining a thousand and one Buddhist images tofulfill a vow made by retired emperor Toba. Toba was so pleased that he granted
this Taira warrior the unprecedented honor of entering the palace as a courtier.
His first appearance was set for one of the harvest festivals as the year drew
to a close. To introduce himself he was expected to perform a dance before theassembled court. To dance was not a problem: he had enough of a courtier’s
training to manage that with aplomb. But some of the nobles were so enraged at his
intrusion into their precincts that they planned to assassinate him as he danced, or
so rumor had it.

Tadamori took precautions. It was prohibited to go armed into the palace,but under his robe he buckled on a wooden dagger silvered to look real, and hemade certain that the assembled gentlemen glimpsed it. Furthermore, he stationed aloyal retainer, sword in hand, in the garden just outside the hall.
The courtiers did all they could to upset him. In chanting his
accompaniment they changed the words to insult his family as upstarts (though
they were descended from a revered emperor) and to ridicule him because he wassomewhat cross-eyed. Tadamori did not lose his composure. As he finished hecalled a woman attendant and handed over his dagger.
When it was all over, the incensed nobles raised a noisy protest, demandingthat he be punished for wearing a blade and posting a guard. Called before theretired emperor, Tadamori professed ignorance about the guard, “It was the act of aloyal retainer who heard that I was in danger,” he said. “If you desire it I will
punish him.” As for the dagger, he asked that it be brought forth; all saw that it wasa harmless accessory. Rather than punishing him, Toba congratulated him on his
foresight.
He continued as manager of the estate on the Ariake Sea until he died (hesent deputies, rarely going to Kyushu himself), and trade with Chinese merchants
there and at Hakata added to his wealth. He was generous with his money: itbrought acceptance.
He continued to edge his way into court society, for he wanted his family tobe accepted as cultured, not just as useful enforcers. He joined poetry contests,
participated in festivals, and was gallant to the ladies of the court, and liberal too,because he knew very well the power they wielded. He ended like his father
Masamori in Fourth Rank, high for a warrior.
The career of his son Kiyomori picked up from there. Or was he Tadamori’sson?
It was said at the time, though not in public, that his father was the retired
emperor Shirakawa. Although this is written only in the fictionalized saga of the
Taira clan, it has persisted through the centuries, and respected Japanese scholars
accept it today.
The story goes like this. The retired emperor set out one dark night to visit
one of his favorite ladies. As his small party approached her residence, he and thecourtiers escorting him panicked at what seemed to be a horrible monster.
Tadamori was then only a junior officer but Shirakawa had noticed him and he wascalled upon to slay the demon. To Tadamori, however, the thing seemed not so
awesome, and he thought how embarrassing it would be if he used his warrior’s
skill against something harmless. He dashed forward and grappled with it; it turned
out to be an aged monk bundled up in a straw hat and raincoat. Shirakawa was so
impressed by Tadamori’s combination of bravery and judgement that he bestowed
on him the lady he had come to visit. She was visibly pregnant, and Tadamorl wastold that if the baby was a girl, Shlrakawa would take her into the court as his
daughter, but if the child was a boy, Tadamorl was to raise him as a warrior. A boy
was born, Tadamorl named him Kiyomori and raised him as his son and heir.
There have always been those who credited imperial parentage for Kiyomori’s
spectacular rise.
His first important political appointment came when he was promoted to arank almost as high as his father’s and made governor of Aki, a rich province on
the Honshu side of the Inland Sea, about halfway between Dazaifu and the capital.
Governors had long since ceased to live in their provinces; they sent
underlings and remained in the capital. But on being named governor, Kiyomori
toured Aki, taking care to report his appointment to the province’ Shinto shrines
and Buddhist temples. At one shrine, though it was not then the most important, he
was awed.
It stands on an offshore island called Itsukushima, or sometimes Miyajima.
With a sweeping vista of the Island Sea a backdrop, the shrine stretches from theshore toward a great torii that rises from the waves. At high tide its buildings andconnecting galleries seem to float upon the water.
It is praised as one of Japan’s three most beautiful sights, but when Kijomori
first came upon it, it was sadly decayed. Even so, he was enthralled by its setting,its age-old sanctity, its neglected beauty. He spent time and riches restoring it tomagnificence, he made it his family’s guardian shrine, the Taira shrine, and it
could not fail to prosper. He never faltered in his devotion.
There were practical considerations as well. Itsukushima was strategicallylocated on the shipping route through the Inland Sea. Chinese ships were not thenpermitted to enter the Inland Sea but, looking ahead, he began major works towiden the channel between the many islands so that large boats could pass.
Aki’s jagged coast afforded many small harbors that were home to seamen
who were already conscious of Taira power. Kiyomori enlisted them to make Aki a
Taira stronghold.

Beyond all that, his pious devotion to Itsukushima’s deities had an earthly
parallel. He was captivated by one of the loveliest of the shrine maidens who
danced to entertain the deities and the devout. A daughter was born. Like otherfathers of his station, Kiyomori acknowledged and protected the girl, and when she
grew up to be pretty but (it was said) not overly bright. he placed heradvantageously in the court. All of his eight daughters married well; he saw to that.
Of his many mistresses, the dancer at Itsukushima held his affection much
longer than most. Twenty-five years after his term as governor had ended, acourtier who hoped to curry favor with Kiyomori by making a pilgrimage to
Itsukushima pondered what gifts-necessarily expensive-he should take to the Lady.
His ploy worked.
Kiyomori never let go of Aki. After his two terms as governor, he installed
two of his brothers in succession, and then the head priest of Itsukushima shrine.
Still he knew that the China trade focused on Hakata. That port was theprime gateway. More than 1600 Chinese merchants clustered around Hakozaki
shrine on the shore of Hakata bay. The shrine provided a hospitable environment
for its satellite village and the Chinese gave generous support tothe shrine. The shrine was itself deep in trade, financing voyages, supplying
Japanese goals for sale in China, sharing profits to its great advantage.
A merchant was a traveling man, and he needed a base in Japan; he gained apartner by marrying a Japanese woman. She eased the language barrier andrelations with the local people, and when he was away, which was most of the time,
she managed the business, ran the household, and raised their children. (Usually hehad another wife and family in China.)
A peaceful businesslike Hakata depended on what was happening in Kyushu,
and Kyushu was not peaceful. A new breed of warlords had emerged. Most weredescended from officials who, long ago, had chosen to stay in Kyushu after
finishing their assignments at Dazaifu or a provincial headquarters. Having comefrom the capital, they had prestige that they converted to power. They acquired
land and attracted followers who became formidable bands of warriors. By
Kiyomori’s time Kyushu had been carved up by such chiefs. They were often ateach others’ throats.
The Harada were typical. Their ancestor came to Kyushu in 941 in the
campaign against Fujiwara Sumitomo. He settled not far from Dazaifu and by
Kiyomori’s time his descendants were the strongest power in northern Kyushu.

They controlled thousands of acres of farmland and they could send more than four
hundred mounted warriors against their equally pugnacious neighbors. Theirterritory enveloped Dazaifu, giving them a vested interest.
Dazaifu had changed. The fighting made it obvious that Dazaifu no longer
controlled Kyushu as the court had originally intended it should. The position ofGovernor General had become a sinecure for an imperial prince whose only
function was to collect the generous salary of rice and all the other goods thatcount as perquisites. Next in line was the Senior Assistant Governor General, butsince 1121 no one holding this position had bothered to come to Dazaifu. To fill
the void, Kyushu men moved up the ladder of responsibility. They padded the
payroll with friends and relations; the number of secretaries, for instance, swelledfrom four to more than twenty. And terms of office lengthened until they became
lifetime and hereditary. But local officials were competent. Taxes were collected,
and that satisfied the court.
What did not change was Dazaifu’s reputation for avarice. One of the last of
the Senior Assistant Governor Generals who came to Dazaifu merited thishalf-admiring entry in the diary of a court noble: “He robbed the nine provinces
and two islands clean, and did the same with Chinese goods.” Another, a scholar
who espoused Confucian ethics, returned to the capital with “ one boat full ofgoods acquired legitimately and another boat full of ill-gotten goods.”
Greed did not abate when Senior Assistant Governor Generals stopped
coming to Dazaifu. For instance, there was Dazaifu’s 1133 attempt to grab thecargo of the Chinese ship that came through the Ariake Sea to Taira Tadamori’s
bailiwick. Tadamori frustrated them, but that happened rarely.
The governors of Kyushu’s provinces did have recourse when Dazaifu
became too abusive. They could appeal to the court, and often with success. A
scholar has calculated that in the 126 year span from 991 to 1117 forty percent of
Dazaifu’s head officials were dismissed for knavery in office.
The Chinese merchants had no such protection. They tried to maintainsmooth relations with Dazaifu so as not to jeopardize business, but Dazaifu’s head
officials repeatedly tried to take personal control of the China trade, and themerchants filed a flood of complaints, claiming that they were cheated or not paid
at all. The court ignored them.
The merchants’ chief support came from Hakozaki shrine. The shrine was amajor institution. Originally a branch of the Hachiman shrine at Usa, it had been
moved to Hakata bay in 923 to protect against raiders from Korea. A temperateDazaifu would have been conciliatory toward such an eminent religious institution.
Instead, there was usually acrimony.
In 1140 Hakozaki priests attacked Dazaifu inspectors and drove them away.
Dazaifu’s answer was to take direct control of the shrine, but relations only grewworse.
In 1151 Dazaifu sent more than five hundred mounted warriors roaring into
Hakozaki. They were led by the chief of the Harada and most of the men were his:
Dazaifu’s army was Harada’s army. They looted the shrine’s storehouse, destroyed
its buildings and altars, seized the property of the Chinese, and left the community
devastated.
When Kiyomori heard about this he was exasperated. The Chinese restored
their community, and Dazaifu rebuilt the shrine, but it took time.
The year after the raid, 1152, the clashes between Kyushu rivals wasaggravated by the arrival of a thirteen-year-old scion of the Minamoto. He was
Minamoto Tametomo and he was no child. (They matured early then; pirate
Sumitomo’s fourteen-year-old son died fighting like a man alongside his father intheir last stand.)
Tametomo was tall, brawny, and wild. At thirteen he drew a bow longer andstronger than most men’s and at close range he wielded a devastating long sword.
Most of his father’s eight sons were reckless daredevils but Tametomo was such aterror that he had to be got rid of. His father consigned him to Bungo province in
far-off Kyushu, where a liegeman was nominated as guardian. Tametomo quickly
reversed the relationship.
There was a streak of wildness in his family. His grandfather was that
Minamoto whose stormy career was ended in Izumo province by Taira Masamori a
few decades earlier. There were still some of grandfather’s loyal retainers around
Kyushu; they rallied to the fiery grandson.
Bungo province, facing the Inland Sea, lay southeast of Dazaifu and Harada
territory. Tametomo gave himself the title of constable, magnetized a warrior bandof his own, and attacked Harada. He also galloped southwest against anotherpowerful warlord named Kikuchi. He set off a bloody free-for-all. After a coupleof years of this, the court ordered Dazaifu to capture him and bring him to thecapital, which was what Dazaifu had been vainly trying to do. Tametomo
continued to erupt, fighting all comers.

Finally, the court pressed his father to order him home. Tametomo ignored
him until he learned that because of his disobedience his father was being demoted
and humiliated; to clear his father, he had to return and give himself up. Many of
his followers begged to go with him, but he knew that a large force would be
alarming so he chose twenty-eight warriors, just enough to satisfy form.
He reached the capital in time to join his father in a brief, bloody melee set
off by animosity between two retired emperors, the senior retired emperor Toba
and the junior retired emperor Sutoku. Sutoku was presumably Toba’s son, but
Toba didn’t think so.
Sutoku’s mother, Shoshi, was his grandfather Shirakawa’s adopted daughter,and he made her Toba’s consort. Shoshi was a charmer, but there were those who
considered her a strange choice for empress: it was rumored that she had had
affairs before Shirakawa adopted her, and he was thought to be overly fond of her.
After her marriage to Toba she gave birth to a son but Toba believed that the father
was not he but his grandfather. That son was the future emperor Sutoku. Toba
always disliked him, and forty-three years later, when the long-lived Shirakawa
died and Toba became the senior retired emperor, he forced Sutoku to retire and,instead of Sutoku’s son, put on the throne another of his own sons by his favorite
consort; a three-year-old emperor called Konoe. Sutoku was doubly resentful.
Not only were the two retired emperors on very bad terms, the Fujiwara
were split by discord that had the same origin. The Fujiwara regent Tadazane had
objected to Shoshi’s becoming empress; it was he who wrote in his diary that it
was “the strangest event in Japanese history” (one of her affairs had been with hiseldest son). Tadazane’s rift with Shirakawa forced him into retirement. His eldest
son succeeded him as prime minister and head of the family. When Shirakawa’s
death finally permitted Toba to take over, he called Tadazane out of retirement.
This brought about another strange event: a father coming out of retirement to
wrest back authority from his son. Neither father nor son behaved gracefully. The
rupture within the Fujiwara was as rancorous as that in the imperial family.
In 1155 Toba’s son, the Emperor Konoe, always sickly, died without
producing an heir. As his life waned there was intense scheming over who would
succeed him. Among the plotters close to Toba were his favorite consort, whose
relationship made her powerful, and a courtier from a lesser Fujiwara family (notthe one that produced regents and chancellors) who had changed clothing tobecome a wily and unscrupulous priest called Shingei.
The logical choice to succeed Konoe was Sutoku’s son, but not surprisingly
Shinzei and the lady put forth another candidate, one of Toba’s grandsons. ‘Men itwas pointed out that this boy’s father, Toba’s fourth son, was living and there wasno precedent for passing over a father to put his son on the throne.
The father had never been seriously considered for emperor. Toba
considered him unqualified because he was addicted to poetry and other cultural
frivolities, and had shown little interest in anything else. Perhaps, also, Toba saw
flaws in his character. But Toba was persuaded that the price for making the
grandson emperor was to enthrone the son first. He became the emperor
Go-Shirakawa (the prefix Go meaning that he was Shirakawa the Second); Toba
probably expected that he would soon retire to the life of a dilettante.
Shinzei profited, of course; having played a significant role in putting
Go-Shirakawa on the throne, he quickly became one of the new emperor’sfavorites. He was delighted to be in the powerful inner circle, and it didn’t botherhim that he thought Go-Shirakawa was (in historian George Sansom’s translation)“a dark [that is to say, unenlightened] ruler, without parallel in the history of China
and Japan.” This was also the opinion of another contemporary, who said he “didnot know black from white.”
Fujiwara Tadazane’s eldest son profited also; now he was back in power.
while Tadazane and his favorite second son were out.
As for Sutoku, any hopes that his descendants would come to the throne wasdashed. He and Tadazane’s second son were allied in their discontent.
Both were faced with total frustration unless they struck back. In the next year,
1156, Toba died; they saw their best chance during the ensuing days of transition.
They rebelled, proclaiming that Sutoku was again emperor.
There had been rumors that this would happen, and on his deathbed Toba
had called in Minamoto Yoshitomo and commanded him to guard the palace andthe highways leading to the capital. Kiyomari brought his Taira warriors to join
Yoshitomo’s force at the imperial palace. Yoshitomo and Kiyomari were given
joint command.
Most of the Minamoto were with Yoshitomo, but his fattier, Tameyoshi, andfive of his sons, including Tametomo, sided with Sutoku. Most of the Taira werewith Kiyomori, but his uncle, Tadamasa, and his four sons were with Sutoku. And
so the two military families, like the imperial family and the Fujiwari, weredivided against each other. It is this bizarre exhibition of unfilial conduct thatmakes this struggle repugnant to the Japanese: “There was a child who cut off his
father’s head, there was a nephew who cut off his uncle’s head, there was ayounger brother who exiled his older brother, there was a woman who drowned
herself in grief. These things are unnatural events in the annals of Japan.”This quotation is from a stirring narrative of the uprising, one of a special
genre that the Japanese call “war tales.” Historian Paul Varley calls the war tales“literary history, mixtures of truth and fancy.” They are based on actual events but
it is sometimes a problem to separate the truth from the fancy.
In this tale, Tametomo is the hero, a warrior of superb skill, strength andvalor. Minamoto Yoshitomo is pictured as a spirited leader, but Kiyomari is sotimid that his son Shigemori takes command of the Taira warriors.
Briefly then: The opposing forces gathered, Go-Shirakawa’s at the imperial
palace, Sutoku’s at a detached palace. Sutoku’s leaders vetoed Tametomo’s advice
that they make a night attack, and instead, as Tametomo had predicted, suffered anight attack. On a midsummer’s night in 1156 flaming arrows set fire to thebuildings behind them, and the fighting was soon over.
Tametomo had volunteered to defend a strategic gate with only his
twenty-eight men from Kyushu. One of his arrows ripped through the armor of twomen; another felled both a man and his horse. When his brother Yoshitomo dashed
up at the head of his men, Tametomo spared him but shot the ornament off the topof his helmet as a demonstration. Finally, an unremitting mass attack overwhelmed
Tametomo and his men. Of the twenty-eight Kyushu warriors, twenty-three diedand the rest were wounded.
The fighting had lasted only four hours and involved only a few hundredmen, but the consequences were great. For one thing, warriors had been called in
to settle a dispute at the court, and no longer would they be content to serve merely
as “hired swords.” They would move to center stage and finally take over rule ofJapan.
Minamoto Yoshitomo had contributed most to the emperor’s victory, but
Taira Kiyomori and priest Shinzei were close to Go-Shirokawa and they were thetrue victors. They were richly rewarded while Yoshitomo was slighted, and they
took harrowing vengeance on the lowers. They sent a few into exile, but for most it
was torture and execution such as the capital had not seen in centuries.
They exiled former emperor Sutoku to the province of Sanuki. At a place
not far from the provincial capital where Sugawara Michizane had presided asgovernor, he became a tourist attraction, anguishing under heavy guard until they
did away with him.

Kiyomori had no problem in doing away with his uncle Tadamasa. Thinking,“If I kill Tadamasa, it will surely force Yoshitomo to kill his father,” he publicly
beheaded Tadamasa and his four sons in the riverbed.
Yoshitomo, handed an imperial order to behead his father, petitioned theemperor for clemency in every way he could, but he only angered Go-Shirakawa,
who said that if he delayed any more, Kiyomori would be told to do it. Yoshitomo
still could not bring himself to patricide, so one of his captains acquiesced, saying
it would be a great disgrace for a Minamoto to be executed by a Taira, but when
the time came he was blinded by tears and another man had to do it.
Soon Yoshitomo received another imperial command: “You will search forand kill all your younger brothers, especially him who is called something like
Tametomo.” Knowing that he had no recourse, Yoshitomo sent out a party to findthem. Tametomo escaped but the others were beheaded. He was then told: “Youstill have many younger brothers. However young they may be, search out all ofthem, except for girl children, and do away with them.” There were four by his
father’s latest wife, aged seven, nine, eleven, and thirteen. A retainer went to getthem at their home. Their mother was away, praying at a shrine, and the four boys
came eagerly, thinking they were going to see their father. Near a mountain peakthey were told the truth, and they bravely met their end; the eldest, like a warrior,
cut his belly and died. When their mother learned what had happened, she threw
herself in a river and drowned.
And so Yoshitomo was rewarded for leading the emperor’s forces to victoryby the virtual extinction of his family.
It took them two months to find Tametomo. He had become a monk, living
by begging for his food. He was brought to the capital and paraded before theemperor, nobles, and sightseers in the market place. Some of the fury had passedby then, and there was admiration for his bravery and prowess, so, after taking the
precaution of dislocating the shoulder of his bow-drawing arm, they sent him into
exile on an island off the Izu peninsula far to the northeast. He was not yet
vanquished, however. He took control of the area, and almost fifteen years later
they had to send an army to finish him off.
Kiyomori had done little fighting but his rewards were great. He waspromoted to Third Rank; Yoshitomo only to Fourth. He was made governor of therich province of Harima, strategically located on the Inland Sea; Yoshitomo got noprovince, only a position in the imperial guards slightly better than the one he had
held previously.

Kiyomori asked for and received one other position: Senior Assistant
Governor General of Dazaifu. His Third Rank overqualified him for the post, but
he knew what he was doing. Foreign trade, the China trade, was never far from histhoughts. He wanted no impediments to that trade. Hakata had to be orderly andbusinesslike, and that meant that Kyushu had to be controlled.
He did not go to Dazaifu himself. He sent a trusted liegeman as his deputy
and he put kinsmen in key provinces as governors. He was confident, and rightly
so, that his renown as a warrior would be enough to restrain the rambunctious lordsof Kyushu.
Go-Shirakawa retired after reigning only two years, and his sixteen-year-old
son became the emperor Nijo. This was as Toba had hoped, but instead of retiring
to the life of pleasure that Toba had counted on, Go-Shirakawa was assertive inretirement; he overshadowed events for decades.
His most trusted adviser was Kiyomori’s ally, Priest Shinei. Since Shinzei
came from a lesser family of the Fujiwara, his influence and arrogance made him
detested by most of the court.
One man who came to hate him was Fujiwara Nobuyori. He was of the
major Fujiwara family and was headed for high position until Shinzei blocked his
rise.
And there was Minamoto Yoshitomo, who had been so badly treated.
Despite his grievances, Yoshitomo had reached for conciliation with Shinzei byoffering his daughter in marriage to Shinzei’s son. The proposal was haughtily
rebuffed as coming from a coarse warrior. When a short time later Shinzei married
his son to one of Kiyomori’s daughters, Yoshitomo was doubly humiliated andinfuriated.
Allied in bitterness, Yoshitomo and Nobuyori struck, choosing a time when
Kiyomori was off on a New Year Pilgrimage. They easily seized the imperial
palace, taking custody of both the emperor and ex-emperor. Shinzei had been
warned and managed to escape but they tracked him down and killed him.
Eliminating him had been their first objective.
With both of the imperial personages in their hands, they possessed thepower to rule. They appointed their own men to all key positions. Nobuyori
made himself chancellor and Yoshitomo became governor of Hurima, taking thatprized province away from Kiyomori.

When Kiyomori got word of the uprising, his first inclination was to retreat
to Kyushu to rally an army there. But his son Shigemori, always more of a warrior
than his father, insisted that they must return to the capital and fight or be branded
as rebels. They returned and took up positions at Kiyomori’s mansion.
There they received a cry for help from Kiyomori’s deputy at Dazaifu.
Dazaifu had been attacked by a certain Hyuga Michitoshi, and Dazaifu’s-that is,
Harada’s-warriors were unable to put him down. Little is known about Michitoshi:
was he just out to grab some territory, or was he mounting a diversion to help the
Minamoto? To deal with him, Kiyomori sent one of his ablest captains, Taira
Iesada, the same man who, more than twenty-five years earlier, had stood guard
outside the hall where Tadamori had danced his debut at the court before a hostile
audience.
In the capital, as the opponents squared off, Yoshitomo had the stronger
force. He wanted to attack but Nobuyori persuaded him to wait for reinforcements.
Reinforcements came instead to Kiyomori and, because power went to Nobuyori’s
head, his supporters began to defect. Some of them disguised the emperor as acourt lady, not difficult since he was still young and beautiful, and smuggled him
out of the palace into Kiyomori’s mansion. Others helped Go-Shirakawa escape toan imperial temple. With them gone, Yoshitomo and Nobuyori lost legitimacy:
they were rebels.
In the earlier conflict Minamoto and Taira had fought on both sides,
kinsmen against kinsmen. Now it was Minamoto against Taira, the two great
warrior clans battling each other for supremacy.
With Shigemori in command, the Taira attacked. Kiyomori stayed behind,ostensibly to guard the emperor.
The war tale that chronicles this clash does not treat Nobuyori kindly. Frightenedby the first battle cry he “grew pale and green as grass.” He tried to mount his
horse “but, fat and bloated as he was . . . he had difficulty mounting.” Footmen
restrained his spirited steed and two of his retainers pushed him up. “Perhaps
because they shoved too much, he went over on the left side and fell flat on his
face with a thud. They quickly raised him up and looked. He was a frightful sight,
his face covered with sand and blood streaming from his nose. . . . He did not look
as if he would be good for much.”
Led by Yoshitomo, the Minamoto twice repulsed the Taira, but when
Shigemori ordered the Taira to feign a headlong retreat, they pursued, and otherTaira warriors slipped behind them and occupied the palace. The Minamoto had nochoice but to attack the Taira mansion and, outnumbered, they failed.
Nobuyori, who had run away in the confusion of battle, was soon captured
and beheaded.
Yoshitomo told his men to scatter and save themselves to fight another day.
Then he and three sons who had fought at his side set out to push their way
through the snowy mountains to the northeast where he could raise more troops.
One son, fifteen years old, wounded and unable to keep up, begged his
father to kill him so he would not hinder the others and would not fall into thehands of the Taira. Yoshitomo finally had to comply, and not much later washimself killed by a treacherous retainer. Learning of his, one son returned to Kyoto
to retaliate by killing a Taira leader; he too was betrayed, and Kiyomori had him
beheaded at the public execution ground like a common criminal.
The third son, Yoritomo, a fourteen-year-old who had fought like a veteran,
was captured and brought to the capital, where Kiyomori ordered his captor to holdhim for public execution. But Yoritomo so impressed his keeper that he hurried tothe one person who might save him, the only mother Kiyomori had known, thetonsured widow of his presumed father, Tadamori. She had never ceased to grieve
over the early death of a son of her own who had shown great promise, and when
she was told that Yoritomo was the very image of that beloved son, she begged
Kiyomori to spare this heir to Minamoto leadership. Reluctantly he acceded.
Against his instincts and the advice of those around him, Kiyomori changed
Yoritomo’s sentence to exile in the custody of another Taira family on the distantIzu peninsula, not far from the island where his uncle Tametomo was stirring
things up.
There remained Yoshitomo’s three youngest sons. Their mother was his
mistress Tokiwa, known as one of the most beautiful women in the capital. We are
told about her flight to safety through a snowstorm, her youngest held at her breast
inside her kimono, another strapped on her back, the eldest holding tight to her
hand.
To force her to return with her children, Kiyomori seized and threatened tokill her mother. When Tokiwa appeared before him he was captivated, but she
yielded to him only on condition that he would spare her children. The womanizer
in Kiyomori overrode prudence; the three boys were consigned to temples to beraised as Buddhist monks.

The affair with Tokiwa was a disappointment: the lady’s coldness did not
make for pleasure. She went on to marry a Fujiwara, and for Kiyomori there wasalways another woman.
In due course Taira lesada marched back from Kyushu with the head of
Hyuga Michitoshi. Go-Shirakawa made a little excursion to view it, and as areward for lesada’s work, Kiyomori was raised to Third Rank and the court’s inner
circle.
With the Minamoto disposed of, and both the emperor Nijo and ex-emperor
Go- Shirakawa deep in his debt, Kiyomori was triumphant. He turned his attention
to something never far from his thought, the China trade.
So that large Chinese ships could navigate the Inland Sea, he had ordereddredging to widen and deepen the channel through the crowded islands near
Itukushima and the shrine he revered. (Chinese ships were not then permitted toenter the Inland Sea, but this was a detail to be dealt with later.)Far up the coast, at a place called Fukuhara which today is part of the city ofKobe, he had undertaken construction daunting in scale and difficulty. He wasbuilding a new port: Chinese ships would come to him. Behind the port, on theslope between sea and mountains, mansions were rising for him, his kinsmen, andhis close retainers. Securely within Taira territory, less than fifty miles from Kyoto
but apart from its ferment and bother, Fukuhara would be his base, his
headquarters, his own capital.
Back in Kyoto, he placed Taira relatives in high positions all through thegovernment, and made them governors of major provinces, garnering income andstrengthening the Taira grip on the Inland Sea and Kyushu.
He dealt adroitly with the Fujiwara, neutralizing them with the same
matrimonial tactics that had been their stock in trade. They still disdained warriors
but they were realists and rarely balked. Kiyomori had eleven sons and eightdaughters (not all by the same wife), as well as four brothers and a stew of otherrelatives, including a collateral family who provided more useful kin, among themhis principal wife. His daughters were a great asset: he married them to young men
who would soon be important.
His position was enhanced when he was able to put his wife’s young sister
Shigeko in the retired emperor’s household. She soon caught Go-Shirakawa’s eye
and in the autumn of 1161 a son was born. Since Go-Shirakawa’s older son, theyoung emperor Nijo, had not yet produced a male heir, it was possible that thischild of Taira blood might someday be emperor- a prospect that pleased Kiyomori,the Taira, and Go-Shirakawa but not Nijo, who desperately wanted a son of his
own to succeed him. Nijo was already on very bad terms with his father, and thisnew child soured their relationship further.
Nijo endured three anxious years before one of the palace women gave birth
to a son, and then his joy was cut short by illness that he realized was fatal. Hastily
he abdicated in order to make sure that his son succeeded him. Early in 1165, at theage of seven months (“extraordinarily young even by Japanese standards,” writes
historian G. Cameron Hurst III) the infant became the emperor Rokujo.
That did not deter Go-Shirakawa and Kiyomori. Six months later, with great
ceremony, Shigeko’s son was installed as crown prince and the young prince’s
Taira relations, especially Shigeko and Kiyomori, were appropriately honored withhigh rank.
Kiyomori was no longer Senior Assistant Governor General of Dazaifu. A
few months after crushing the Minamoto he had handed that post to one of his
Fujiwara sons-in-law, the son of Priest Shinzei. That young man had followed
recent precedent by staying home and collecting his salary in the capital.
In 1166 Kiyomori had his half brother Yorimori (different mother)appointed to the position. Yorimori surprised both his fellow courtiers and the
Kyushu men entrenched at Dazaifu by making the journey in the late autumn of1166. Six months later, traveling home through spring’s fresh landscapes, he could
take satisfaction in what he had accomplished.
All through northern Kyushu he had strengthened the bonds with the local
leaders. He had formally and ceremonially found the dominant Okura as liegemen,making them proud and grateful. The powers just south of Dazaifu, Ogata in theeast and Kikuchi in the west, were, he knew, less reliable, but they had professedunswerving fealty. Farther south he had not much concerned himself-it was thenorth where trade was centered-but there were Taira estates all through that area,
and in southernmost Satsuma province the redoubtable Taira Iesada was governor
and the tough Ata clan were of Taira descent.
Yorimori had taken firm control of the port of Hakata and every shrine andtemple along the coast, putting a stop to the disputes that had so disrupted trade.
He had cemented relations with the other big shrines and temples, all of them busy
traders. Michizane’s memorial temple Anrakuji was already in the Taira fold: its
manager, designated by the Sugawara family in the capital, was a sycophant named
Anno, who, to curry favor, had built a mansion for himself at Fukuhara nearKiyomori’s. It had not been so easy to deal with the powerful Hachiman shrine at
Usa. There was old animosity between Usa and Dazaifu, and more than once theshrine had appealed to the court, charging Dazaifu with illegal taxation andextortion. Yorimori smoothed things over and had the chief priest appointed to a
position at Dazaifu as high as any Kyushu man had ever attained.
In short, Yorimori did more than anyone else to tighten the Taira grip on
Dazaifu, Hakata, and northern Kyushu.
Yorimori was still on his way home when Kiyomori capped a series of rapid
promotions by leapfrogging the two highest positions in the regulargovernment-Minister of the Right and Minister of the Left-to become chancellor of
the realm with Junior First Rank. No military man had ever before achieved that
office or that rank, the highest that any subject could reach in his lifetime. He took
advantage of his exalted position to lift the ban on Chinese ships entering theInland Sea; now his channel-dredging and port-building would pay off.
Having demonstrated that no place in the government could be denied him,
he resigned after a few months. He was not well and he worried about the next life:
he took the tonsure, entered the Buddhist priesthood, and retired to Fukuhara. For
his brief service as chancellor he received large tax-free estates in three provinces.
Priestly robes did not inhibit his politicking. By now it was obvious that heand Go- Shirakawa intended that Nijo’s son Rokujo have a very brief reign. Earlyin 1167 the three- year-old Rokujo “abdicated” and Go-Shirakawa’s eight-year-old
Taira son became the emperor Takakura. The court was used to intrigue but thisraw maneuver caused nervous misgiving.
In the spring of the next year, Go-Shirakawa made one of his manypilgrimages to Kukai’s great monastery on Mount Koya, a journey of three or fourdays from the capital. He took with him the prime minister and most of the highofficials, each with his attendant courtiers, grooms, and drudges. There were,
presumably, no ladies, since women were not permitted on the sacred mountain(they could be parked at its base, where the steep climb begins).
It was cherry blossom time, and the long procession of sedan chairs, horses,
and footmen was a pretty sight as it wound through the fields and foothills.
On his way home, the ex-emperor chose to drop in on Kujomori at Fukuhara,
perhaps with some gaiety in mind after the asceticism of the monastery. Fukuhara
was noted for partying, and the two happy conspirators had much to be merry
about.

Go-Shirakawa was back at Fukuhara the next year. A Chinese ship was inport, and Kiyomori introduced the merchant-captain to the ex-emperor. When they
heard of this in the capital, courtiers were appalled that an imperial personage hadcome face to face with a merchant, and, worse, a foreigner, but Go-Shirakawa
probably enjoyed slumming and without doubt he was showered with gifts.
He made other such friendly visits and even joined Kiyomori on a trip to
Itsukushima and the Taira shrine.
In 1171 Go-Shirakawa and Kiyomori drew even closer: the ex-emperor
adopted Kiyomori’s daughter Tokuko, then sixteen years old, and made her the
consort of the ten-year-old emperor Takakura. If, when these teen-agers got aroundto it, they were to produce a son, Kiyomori would be grandfather of the next
emperor. This was the relationship that enabled the Fujiwara to dominate thegovernment for almost two centuries, yet Go-Shirakawa still believed that he wasmanipulating Kiyomori. Dark and devious though Go-Shirakawa was, at this point
one must question his perspicacity. Realization that Kiyomori was using him cameslowly and, as it did, the relationship soured.
The aristocrats of the court had never accepted Kiyomori or his tribe,
deploring that they had gained preeminence “simply for killing people.” Tairaarrogance grew more offensive. For instance, there was the occasion when
Kiyomori’s young grandson, on his way home from a music lesson, met thecarriage of the Fujiwara regent. The youngster not only refused to give way but let
his followers smash the regent’s carriage and humiliate him. The boy’s father,
Shigemori, instead of disciplining his son, ordered that the regent be attacked
again: when he was on his way to the court, his attendants were dragged from theirhorses and his procession scattered.
Such behavior bred plots against the Taira. Most were inept and came tonothing. Kiyomori’s fiendishly efficient intelligence system uncovered others andterminated them with murder. The most serious came to light in 1177. Close
associates of Go-Shirakawa had been conspiring at a villa in the hills outside
Kyoto, certainly with the ex-emperor’s encouragement. Vengeance was swift andbrutal. One of the group, a priest, was tortured and executed, the others were exiled.
Kiyomori took no overt action against Go-Shirakawa, but he had been warned.
Toward the end of the next year, 1178, a son was born to the young couple
in the imperial palace. A month later Kiyomori had the infant made crown prince.
Go-Shirakawa had been outwitted and overpowered.

In the summer of the next year, Kiyomori’s first son and heir, Shigemori,fell seriously ill. One story says that, sickened by the violence all about him, heprayed for death.
A famous Chinese physician was in Hakata at the time, and Kiyomori
begged his son to let that man treat him. Shigemori refused, saying that, if hisdeath was ordained, no doctor could help him, and if the Chinese did cure him it
would cast shame on Japanese physicians. The Chinese doctor remained in Hakata
and in the early autumn Shigemori died. The Taira had lost their ablest commander.
Shigemori has been praised as a more stable and temperate man than
Kiyomori, and a restraining influence. But it is doubtful that he could have reinedin his father at this point. Kiyomori knew that he was getting old and he was driven
to perpetuate Taira supremacy by any means.
Toward the end of the year he forced a mass dismissal of officials hebelieved loyal to Go-Shirakawa; some were exiled, two were executed, one
committed suicide. The ex- emperor was taken to a palace where he was kept inseclusion under tight guard.
Early in 1180 emperor Takakura was forced to abdicate and Kiyomori’s
grandson, a little more than one year old, became the emperor Antoku. The childemperor was heavily guarded by Taira warriors; warriors were everywhere in theuneasy capital. Kiyomori’s arrival from Fukuhara with more soldiers increased thetension.
In the sweltering rainy season another conspiracy was uncovered. Distant
exile was ordered for an imperial prince, one of Go-Shirakawa’s sons. His
co-conspirator, the instigator of the plot, was an elderly Minamoto courtier whom
the Taira had tolerated, but also ridiculed, as a harmless token Minamoto. The two
men tried to escape but were caught and killed.
Kiyomori had had enough of the capital. He ordered the court to move to his
refuge at Fukuhara. He led the procession: the infant emperor Antoku, his father
the ex-emperor Takakura, Takakura’s father the ex-emperor Go-Shirakawa, andthe high officials of the government. Go-Shirakawa was escorted by Kyushu
warriors led by Harada; Kiyomori was calling for support from that far away.
The court moved unwillingly. They were prepared to hate Fukuhara, andthey did. There weren’t enough mansions ready for them. (The prime minister
fared well enough: he occupied the mansion that Anrakuji’s manager, Anno, hadbuilt for himself.) They were pained at being in the provinces, distressed at being

cramped between sea and mountains, depressed by the it mournful” sound of the
waves. They were loud in their complaints.
Far worse for Kiyomori was word that the imperial prince, before he was
hunted down and killed, had managed to issue a princely edict calling on the
Minamoto to rise up and smite the Taira. And that Minamoto Yoritomo, whose life
he had reluctantly spared twenty years earlier, was gathering troops to answer thecall.
It was decided to dispatch an army against Yoritomo at once, before hecould rally support. Bereft of his ablest general, Shigemori, Kiyomori turned to
Shigemori’s twenty-three- year-old son, hoping that he had inherited his father’sability. The son was a polished courtier; he had been praised for his dancing at
Go-Shirakawa’s fiftieth birthday party. Under his command, thirty thousand men
marched out from Fukuhara. They continued through Kyoto without pause, and thechronicles say that by the time they approached the Minamoto reinforcements had
swelled their numbers to seventy thousand. (The chronicles often exaggerated
troop strengths, but certainly the Taira had a mighty army.)
Yoritomo, had been having problems. In the twenty years since Minamoto
and Taira fought each other old hatreds had faded and new alliances had been
formed. Neither family members nor traditional vassals rushed to join him, andmany were openly hostile.
Nor was Yoritomo himself initially enthusiastic about going to war. He was
comfortably situated in the territory of the Taira leader to whom he had been
consigned when he was exiled in 1160. He had married that man’s daughter; they
had eloped the night before she was to marry another man, but his father-in-law
had warmly approved the marriage and even offered to become Yoritomo’s vassal.
But when the call to arms became public, Yoritomo had to act because hehad become a target. The foes he faced were not Kiyomori’s force but Tairapartisans all around him. In his first engagement he pitted three hundred men
against an enemy’s three thousand; he was soundly defeated and barely escapedwith his life. But he managed to reach the territory of a loyal Minamoto vassal andgradually other leaders joined him. Many of them were Taira. What was important
to a man was to protect his territory; allegiance to the dominant power in theregion could do that, loyalty to some distant relative could not. Three months after
the opening of hostilities Yoritomo led a force (the chronicles say) of 200,000 men.
The Uji River flows from the slopes of the great mountain. On the twentiethday of the Tenth Month of 1180, Taira and Minamoto faced each other across theriver, poised for the first battle of the war. During the night, a Minamoto scout,moving through the marsh at river’s edge, startled the flocks of wild birds nesting
there. They took to flight, honking and flapping their broad wings. The Tairathought the Minamoto were staging a night attack; they fled in panic. In themorning the Minamoto found only some abandoned armor.
Yoritomo considered pursuit but his chief vassals advised him to return tohis headquarters at Kamakura. There he set about to unify the eastern region andconsolidate his power.
For their part, the Taira had had enough of campaigns in the east; they
confined themselves to the capital area. They had earlier burned the great temple
called Miidera on Lake Biwa because it had sheltered the prince who had issued
the call to arms. Now Kiyomori took revenge against the Nara temples that had
offered sanctuary to the fugitives, though they were killed on the way and never
got there. The Todaiji and the Kofukuji were attacked and burned. The Kofukuji
was the hereditary temple of the Fujiwara, splendid in buildings and art. The
Todaiji, founded by the emperor Shomu, housed the Great Buddha. Its facedissolved in the flames, the head toppled to the ground and the body melted into aformless mass. Hundreds of monks, men, women, and children had crowded into
both temples for protection against Taira warriors. They all perished. The year
1180 closed on this senseless vengeance. The Taira had earned a multitude of newenemies.
About two weeks later, the ex-emperor Takakura died. Son of Go-Shirakawa,
father of the child emperor Antoku, he had fallen ill a year earlier, shortly after he
was forced to abdicate, and his condition had deteriorated during the difficult
months of Fukuhara. Kiyomori had provided a Chinese ship to take him to
Itsukushima. There Kiyomori’s mistress cared for him while the wholeestablishment concentrated on powerful prayer, but prayer had not helped. He wasonly twenty.
A report came in from Dazaifu: Kikuchi had rebelled. Harada was able toput him down, but only after hard fighting all across Kyushu; luckily for the Taira,
Kikuchi’s neighbor to the east, Ogata, had not joined him. Other couriers brought
word of more uprisings in the provinces.
In the month following Takakura’s death, Kiyomori fell ill. Gossip said that
he was stricken with a raging fever as punishment for destroying the temples, that
his body was so hot his bath water boiled. He died less than two months after
Takakura. Leadership fell to his third son, Munemori, who reported that the only
memorial his father wanted was Yoritomo’s head laid on his grave.

There was little fighting during the rest of 1181. Munemori led a small force
in a minor victory over Yoritomo’s uncle Jukiie when he ventured near the capital,
but the Taira did not pursue their advantage.
In the autumn, Yoritomo proposed an end to the fighting if the court would
recognize the Minamoto as protectors of the east and the Taira as protectors of thewest. Go- Shirakawa would have accepted the proposal but Munemori rejected it;
he said his father on his deathbed had demanded that the Minamoto be destroyed.
Things were quiet through most of 1182 as well. Yoritomo was occupied
with solidifying his position and creating a system of government for his territory
and his vassals, some of whom hated each other and had to be reconciled under hisbanner.
And he developed Kamakura into a capital; not a fortress-he nevercontemplated building a castle or fortifications, but a city of handsome residences
and offices, centered on its ancient shrine to Hachiman. Yoritomo revered thisshrine as Kiyomori had revered Itsukushima.
In Kyoto the Taira were concerned with defense and with keeping order in acity racked by pestilence, fires, and a succession of natural disasters attributed toevil deeds and vengeful spirits. For most of its population, the capital was amiserable place to live, and it was difficult to govern.
The long quiet interlude was ended in mid- 1183 by a man who worried both
Yoritomo and the Taira: Yoritomo’s cousin Yoshinaka. Although Yoshinaka had
been one of the first to declare fealty to Yoritomo, both men knew he was morerival than ally. But Yoshinaka was a Minamoto, and when he loomed as a threat to
Kyoto, the Taira were roused to attack. The army they sent against him was utterly
defeated. The Taira fled to the west with their child emperor; to their dismay,
Go-Shirakawa eluded them. As their red
flags drained out of the capital, the white flags of the Minamoto swept in.
The Taira had not gone far when Kiyomori’s half brother, Yorinori-he who
had done so much to make Kyushu a Taira bastion-turned and went back. It was
his mother who had successfully pleaded with Kiyomori to save Yoritomo’s life,and he believed, rightly as it turned out, that Yoritomo would treat him well. He
had faithfully served Kiyomori as long as he lived; now he cast his lot with the
Minamoto.
The Taira had only seven thousand horsemen, all that were left aftertheir defeat. They spent one night at Fukuhara. In the morning they burned
the mansions that had been Kiyomori’s pride and, sadly taking leave of thatsymbol of Taira might, they boarded boats for Kyushu. In the early autumn of1183, a month after abandoning Kyoto, they reached Dazaifu.
Harada Tanenao’s family made way, and the emperor, his mother, his
grandmother, and their attendants took over. They had little reason to complain,
but the billets of the others, spread all around Dazaifu town and countryside, wereless than luxurious.
Only Harada Tanenao stayed with them. Kikuchi had been obliged to send
warriors to bolster the Taira in the capital, and he accompanied them in their flight,
but now he retired to his own territory and ignored repeated commands to rejoin
them. Nor did other Kyushu lords appear.
The night of their arrival, the Taira leaders gathered to pray at Anrakuji. On
their way, they sent up incense and prayers at Dazaifu’s Kanzeonji, but they felt
uneasy there because Kanzeonji had become a branch of Nara’s Todaiji and they
had burnt the Todaiji to the ground. They felt no constraint at Anrakuji, Like
Michizane, they were courtiers in exile, and they felt close to his spirit. At othertemples and shrines maidens danced for the gods, but at Anrakuji poems were
offered for the divine pleasure. All night long they composed verses linked insadness.
Recalling the past,
the gods well understandour nostalgia
for the ancient capitalwhere we had dwelled so long.
They traveled to Usa to pray at its shrine dedicated, like the Minamoto
shrine at Kamakura, to the deity Hachiman. The emperor was lodged in theresidence of head priest Kinmichi, those of high rank stayed in the sanctuary; theother halls and courtyards were crowded with warriors and their red banners.
Toward dawn on the last night of their seven- day retreat, their leader Minemori
received a divine message in a dream: They could expect no help from the god ofUsa.
As autumn deepened, so did their gloom. Then came word that Ogata, thepowerful lord of Bungo province, was about to attack them. They sent three
thousand mounted warriors against him but he easily turned them back, and theyfled Dazaifu, the place they thought they would always be safe. After a fruitlessattempt to find another haven on Kyushu, they crossed the Inland Sea to Sanuki
and a point of land called Yashima. They put up some buildings on the shore but
nothing fit for their emperor, who stayed gently rocking on his boat.
In the capital, Go-Shirakawa had stripped the Taira of their positions andtheir rank, but he was unable to get Yoshinaka to pursue them; Yoshinaka fearedthat if he left the capital, Yoritomo would move in behind him. He did send small
forces on a couple of forays; they were routed by bands of Taira. Encouraged bythese small successes, the Taira crossed to Honshu and a familiar site not far from
Fukuhara. There they encamped on a narrow stretch of beach called Ichinotani. At
either end it could be defended by a few men, and it was backed by a cliff
hundreds of feet high and so steep it looked impregnable. At Ichinotani they were
within striking distance of the capital and they dreamed of returning to it.
Yoshinaka was floundering. He sent agents to the Taira proposing that they
unite with him against Yoritomo; Munemori flatly refused. Yoshinaka thenextracted from Go- Shirakawa a mandate to attack Yoritomo.
Yoritomo was aware of all this. He had been secretly in touch with
Go-Shirakawa; now he was ready to move. Two of his younger half brothers,
Tokiwa’s sons Noriyori and Yoshitsune, had joined him early in the struggle. He
gave each of them an army, a total of sixty thousand men, and in the first month of1184 sent them into action. They advanced swiftly and when Yoshitsune made adaring crossing of the Uji River not far from Kyoto, Yoshinaka was taken by
surprise. His army was caught between the two forces; it was defeated and he waskilled. Yoritomo was undisputed head of the Minamoto. Go-Shirakawa promptly
empowered him to subdue the Taira.
A week after entering the capital, the Minamoto armies were on the moveagain. Ten days later they were at Ichinotani, fighting fiercely in the narrowconfines at both ends of the beach but making no headway. Yoshitsune took justseventy men and circled around to the height above the beach. Startled, some deerplunged down the precipice. Where deer can go, so can our horses, Yoshitsune
shouted, and he led his men slipping and sliding through brambles and scrub morethan eight hundred feet down that almost vertical cliff. Shouting battle cries they
burst into the middle of the Taira camp. They torched some buildings and the windcarried the flames roaring down the beach. In billows of black smoke, Tairawarriors ran to their boats. Overloaded, three big boats sank. On others, thoseaboard swung swords to slash off the arms of men trying to scramble in. Corpses
littered the beach and bobbed in the waves. The sea turned red. A thousand Tairadied, but most of the Taira army and most of its leaders escaped back to Yashima.
The Minamoto could not follow them: they had no boats.

Again the fighting stopped. All of the west was Taira territory; it had to besoftened up before it was invaded. Yoritomo sent an agent into Sanuki to win overthe local lords behind the backs of the Taira. He sent men into other provinces of
Shikoku and into Kyushu. Enlisting local leaders was vital: they could provide not
only men but boats and seamen to carry Minamoto warriors who had noknowledge of the sea.
Six months after Ichinotani, Yoritomo dispatched an army from Kamakurawith Noriyori in command. Yoshitsune was not considered available: he was
Yoritomo’s deputy in the capital, it was necessary to have a blood relative of highstanding there to show respect for the court and Go-Shirakawa.
Noriyori’s mission was to march down Honshu, enlisting allies wherever hecould, and then cross into Kyushu to win over or defeat its pro-Taira lords. He
reached the western end of Honshu in about two months, and there he stalled. He
had not won the support of leaders who could supply boats. His army sat there forthree months. The men grumbled, some deserted. Yoritomo had to send thirty-two
boats of provisions, and he grew impatient. The Taira was still lodged at Yashima
and Noriyori was deadlocked.
Yet Yoritomo was reluctant to give Yoshitsune an army. Relations werestrained between the two brothers. Yoritomo had laid down a strict order that no
Minamoto was to receive any reward unless he recommended it. This wasaffirming a basic tenet of vassalage: a man can serve only one master, he cannot be
obligated to another.
Yet Go-Shirakawa had conferred and Yoshitsune had accepted court
appointments. It caused a furor in Kamakura. Go-Shirakawa, as always a devious
manipulator, was aiming to drive a wedge between the brothers. Yoshitsune
believed that Yoritomo had not properly rewarded him for his successes, and heaccepted Go-Shirakawa’s appointments as an act of defiance. It was one stubborn
man jousting with another just as stubborn.
But finally, to get the campaign moving, Yoritomo overcame his misgivings.
On the first day of the new year, 1185, Yoshitsune was commissioned to lead a
new Minamoto force. He moved quickly. He assembled boats, and in the middle of
the Second Month, in a storm that immobilized the rest of his army and its leaders,
he left with a hundred and fifty men and their horses in five boats.
The storm carried them many miles past Yashima. They rode through themountains to appear behind Yashima. Yoshitsune maneuvered to make it appear

that he had a large force, and the Taira took to their boats. Two days later the restof the Minamoto appeared and the Taira fled toward Kyushu.
Over the next month, Shikoku leaders came to Yoshitsune with men andboats. When he sailed against the Taira he had more than eight hundred boats
manned by sailors who knew how to fight at sea.
When they learned what had happened at Yashima, other lords broughtboats to Noriyori. He landed his army in Bungo, where Ogata welcomed him, andthen wheeled his force north to block the Taira from landing on Kyushu. Only
Harada faced him, but could not stop him.
The Taira, with their naval strength, were in their element. They chose tofight in the narrow straits between Kyushu and Honshu, where the tide rushes
through with great force. They attacked in the early morning; with the tide carrying
them, they bore down on the Minamoto. Their attack failed, and in midmorning thetide reversed, carrying them back, helpless to ward off the Minamoto warriors whoboarded their boats. A few escaped, some were captured, but their young emperor
and most of the Taira drowned.
The greatest of the war tales tells their story. It begins with these lines:
The sound of the bell of Gion Temple echoes the impermanence of all things.
The hue of the flowers of the teak tree declares that they who flourish must be
brought down. Yea, the proud ones are but for a moment, like an evening dream in
springtime. The mighty are destroyed at the last, they are but as the dust before thewind.