CHAPTER III: THE STAR READERS
The first rays of the morning sun exposed the charred ruins of Ninomiya Palace. While others picked through the acrid-smelling debris, one man stood aloof, gazing fixedly at the smoldering beams. Wrapped in a single robe of deep blue cloth, he appeared oblivious to the noisy hubbub around him. Arched brows that seemed almost brush-drawn topped his clean-cut features, and his brown eyes shone beneath them with an intense light. His name was Shuga, and he was rumored to be the most gifted young Star Reader in the country.
“It should not have caused a fire,” he muttered. “If I’m right, that creature’s nature is water.”
Worship me … A line from The Official History of New Yogo flitted through his mind. Recently, the legend had begun to plague his thoughts.
Worship me, for I am the keeper of the water in this land. In return, I will charm this spring so that your fields will always bear plenty.
With these words, a water demon had tried to deceive the first Mikado, Torugaru. Could that same demon now have possessed Prince Chagum? Shuga frowned, gripped by a cold fear. But two centuries have passed since New Yogo was founded. How could a monster opposed to the divine ruler have survived for so long?
The Yogoese were not native to the Nayoro Peninsula. Originally, the land had belonged to the large-jawed, dark-skinned Yakoo, who lived in villages scattered across the fertile plain. There they had hunted the wild creatures and used fire to clear small plots for farming. Long ago, Torugaru, the divine founder of New Yogo, had forsaken his war-torn kingdom to lead his people across the sea and build a new country. Now that legend from the distant past threatened to disrupt Shuga’s life — if someone else didn’t foul it up first. Gakai! He clicked his tongue in disgust. This time it seems the Master Star Reader chose the wrong man. Now look what’s happened. It’s made everything so much worse.
Turning his back abruptly on the smoking timbers, he strode away. It had been his turn to watch the stars last night and he had not slept. Exhaustion dragged at his eyelids, yet he hesitated only a moment before deciding: He would return to the Star Palace to request an audience with the Master Star Reader.
Shuga fought his way against the flow of people hurrying toward the smoking ruins. Passing out of the gate to the palace, he headed quickly toward the east quarter of the Ogi no Kami district, where the Star Palace was located. Kosenkyo, the capital of New Yogo, meant “shining fan,” and true to its name, it unfolded from its center in Ogi no Kami, or “the handle of the fan,” at the river’s fork near the mountains. Ogi no Kami was divided into four quadrants. In the north quadrant lay the majestic Yogo Palace where the Mikado lived, its roof tiles trimmed in blue and gold. In the west stood Ichinomiya Palace, the home of the First Prince, and Ninomiya Palace, the home of the Second Prince. Sannomiya Palace, in which the Third Queen resided, was located in the south quadrant, and Hoshinomiya or “Star” Palace, where the Star Readers lived, sat in the east quadrant. A high plastered wall separated the entire district of Ogi no Kami from Ogi no Naka, “the center of the fan,” where the mere nobility lived. Through the middle of the wall passed the Great South Gate, opening onto the broad main street that ran through the center of the capital.
Shuga crunched along the gravel path from Ninomiya Palace, thinking about the legend he had memorized during his apprenticeship as a Star Reader. It unfolded in his mind with the scent of musty paper …
Once on a large continent far to the south, many kingdoms grew and flourished. The most powerful of these was Yogo, and it was there that the great seer, Kainan Nanai, was born. Highly gifted, he could see what happened in distant places and predict the future by reading the stars. When he reached manhood, he dedicated his life to Tendo, the Law of the Universe, by which our supreme god, Ten no Kami, governs all that happens in this world.
Now it happened one day that the king of Yogo fell mortally ill, and his four sons launched a bloody war over the succession. The third-born son, Yogo Torugaru, grew weary of this bloodshed among brothers, and he declared that he would renounce his right to the throne. At the age of twenty-five, he left the capital and began living in quiet seclusion with his wife and child. One night, Kainan Nanai appeared at his door, bearing a strange prophecy that was to transform his fate and that of Nayoro Peninsula.
“Sail across the northern sea,” he told Torugaru. “There you will find a peaceful paradise on a green and verdant peninsula. In that land, the voice of Ten no Kami can be heard more clearly than anywhere else. Rugged mountains will protect you from northern invaders, and the sea will guard you against attack from the mainland. Build your capital on the fan-shaped plain at the fork of the river flowing from the misty mountains. You must establish the power of Ten no Kami in that land, for you were born as his son to do his will on earth and are protected by his divine grace and favor.”
The rumor of Nanai’s prophecy spread rapidly. Many flocked to Torugaru’s side, intent on following the son of their god to paradise. Torugaru resolved to leave his homeland behind, and he led a fleet of ships across the sea. Nanai read the stars from the deck, guiding them safely across the mighty deep to the green peninsula of Nayoro. Torugaru traveled upriver toward the Misty Blue Mountains until he came to a fertile plain between the two rivers, just as was prophesied.
As Torugaru was a peaceful man, he had no intention of overcoming the indigenous Yakoo by force. The Yakoo, however, frightened by the arrival of strangers from a foreign land, abandoned their villages and fled into the mountains.
Faithful to Nanai’s instructions, Torugaru built a magnificent capital on the plain and began farming the land. That year, however, not a single grain of rice was harvested. Nanai’s Star Reading revealed that an evil spirit envied Ten no Kami’s power and cursed the river’s source, causing the crops to fail.
Nanai beseeched Ten no Kami to aid Torugaru, his heaven-born son. For seven days and seven nights he remained lost in prayer, taking no food. On the night of the eighth day, the god spoke: “Give Torugaru a sacred sword, engraved with my seal. He and eight mighty warriors must travel to a spring deep within the Misty Blue Mountains. There he will find one whose soul has been devoured by this wicked spirit. It must be slain with the sword and its blood spilled into the river to wash away the evil spell. Only then will this land be purified and blessed with my bounty.”
Nanai took the king’s sword and engraved on it the god’s symbol, the North Star. (This same sword, named Star’s Heart, has passed down through the royal line to this day.) Torugaru chose from among his vassals the eight most just and courageous warriors. Then, armed only with the sacred sword, he pushed his way deep into the mountains.
Upon a mountain path, the warriors met some Yakoo, who were weeping bitterly. “Why do you grieve?” Torugaru asked.
They answered him, “A demon ate the soul of one of our children, and now the boy has disappeared into the mountains, disguised in the demon’s shape. This same evil creature awakes once every hundred years. So it has been since ancient times.” Throwing themselves upon the ground before Torugaru, they begged him to slay the monster and save them all.
“Fear not,” he told them, “for I am protected by Ten no Kami, who sent me to perform this very task.”
Farther up the river they climbed until they came to a dense wood, where the mist lay deepest. There they found a spot where the water gushed from the ground. Beside it sat a young boy. When he saw Torugaru, he pointed to the spring and said, “Worship me, for I am the keeper of the water in this land. In return, I will charm this spring so that your fields will always bear plenty.”
Torugaru realized the evil creature had reassumed the boy’s appearance. Undeceived by its words, he swept Star’s Heart from its scabbard. The boy transformed into the slippery water demon and attacked him. For three days and three nights, Torugaru and his eight mighty warriors fought the demon. At last, they severed its head and let the blue blood that gushed from its neck pour into the spring. A flash of lightning split the heavens and struck the spring, filling it with light, and the water burst up into the sky. Purified by the heavens, it turned to rain, which fell upon the earth and cleansed it of the demon’s influence.
Thus Torugaru brought bountiful harvests to the land and became its first Mikado, our divine ruler. He named the land New Yogo, which means “new land blessed by Ten no Kami.” And that is how Torugaru proved he was truly the son of Ten no Kami and protected by his grace.
As Shuga approached the Star Palace, his mind went back to Torugaru’s mentor, Nanai. The Star Readers have guided the people since the country’s founding, he thought. Nanai had become Master Star Reader, and it was he who instructed the first Star Readers in the laws of Tendo. He sought out boys who showed unusual promise, regardless of rank, and brought them to the Star Palace for training. The one who proved most talented eventually rose to the supreme rank of Master Star Reader, versed in all the secret knowledge and rituals.
Even two centuries after Nanai’s death, it’s still the same, Shuga mused. While most people believe the Mikado is in charge, it’s really us Star Readers, led by our Master, who guide his decisions.
The instant Shuga passed through the Star Gate, which was studded with mother-of-pearl to symbolize the brilliance of the stars, his troubled mind filled with calm. He had lived here for eight years now, yet every time he entered he felt the same flood of peace. And as always, he thought that anyone other than a Star Reader would experience indescribable loneliness at the sight before him.
While lush green trees surrounded all the other palaces, the Star Palace was encircled by a vast courtyard of white sand, with not a leaf nor blade of grass to be seen. Every Star Reader knew the reason for this: The slightest sigh could become an enormous obstacle when trying to catch the faint whisper of the gods in the movement of the heavens. Thus, to accomplish their task, the Star Readers had to block out every distraction — not just sounds, but their awareness of other creatures and their own thoughts and desires. This was why the first Master Star Reader, Kainan Nanai, had insisted that the palace be surrounded by sand. He had also forbidden anyone but single men to live in the precincts, because family, too, could be a distraction. Married men lived in Ogi no Naka and traveled from there.
The sand shifted softly under Shuga’s feet as he walked toward the palace — a perfect hexagon of white stone roofed with black tiles. The Star Tower, where Readers on duty read the sky day and night, soared up from the center. When he had first seen it, Shuga felt he had stepped into a new world: No longer was he a fisherman’s son. If he succeeded in becoming a Star Reader, he would gain noble rank, a place in this sanctified world, and eventually, the power to run the country’s affairs. Now, eight years later, the tranquility of that space, paved in white sand, had penetrated his very soul. This was the only life he knew.
Morning was the slowest time of day at the palace. An elderly man moved his broom methodically near the entrance, sweeping the sand smooth. When he noticed Shuga, he stopped and silently bowed his head.
Entering the palace from the bright light of day, Shuga needed a second to adjust to the dimness within. Everything was perfectly still. Although close to a hundred people lived in the palace, the sound of movement and the hush of voices were swallowed by the silence. Shuga removed his sandals inside the dirt-floored entranceway and stepped onto the chill stone tiles of the corridor. He headed toward the Master Star Reader’s room deep inside, tendrils of smoke trailing after him from the incense burners at each of the building’s six corners. A white cloth hung beside the door to the Master Star Reader’s room, a fact Shuga noted with relief. Purple would have meant that he was meditating and could not be disturbed for at least a day — perhaps many days.
He was about to announce his presence when the door suddenly slid open. Unfortunately, the short, middle-aged man who appeared there happened to be the last person Shuga wanted to see at that moment — his superior, Gakai. Shuga bowed and drew back politely. Gakai swept into the hall, and for an instant Shuga thought that he would pass him by, but the older man stopped and stared up at him suspiciously.
“What’s your business with the Master Star Reader? If it’s about Ninomiya Palace, I have already informed him in detail.”
“I wished to ask a question about how to read the stars last night,” Shuga answered quietly.
Gakai snorted derisively. “Really? Then why do you smell like smoke?”
Shuga’s expression remained unmoved. “I went to see the palace after I finished Star Reading.”
Before Gakai could open his mouth, a voice came from inside the room. “Is that you, Shuga?”
Shuga straightened abruptly. “Yes, Master Star Reader.”
“Come in. You’ve arrived at a good time. There’s something I want to discuss with you.”
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