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He sought also the free air and the sound of falling water, yet dearer to him than the plucked strings of sho and biwa. For he said; "Where and how shall We find peace even for a moment, and afford Our heart refreshment even for a single second?" And it seemed to him that he found such moments at Shiobara.
In Japan in the days of the remote Ancestors, near the little village of Shiobara, the river ran through rocks of a very strange blue colour, and the bed of the river was also composed of these rocks, so that the clear water ran blue as turquoise gems to the sea. The great forests murmured beside it, and through their swaying boughs was breathed the song of Eternity.
Only one of his great nobles would His Majesty bring with him the Dainagon, and him be chose because he was a worthy and honorable person and very simple of heart. There was yet another reason why the Son of Heaven inclined to the little Shiobara. It had reached the Emperor that a Recluse of the utmost sanctity dwelt in that forest. His name was Semimaru.
Those who listen may hear if their ears are open. To others it is but the idle sighing of the wind. Now because of all this beauty there stood in these forests a roughly built palace of unbarked wood, and here the great Emperor would come from City-Royal to seek rest for his doubtful thoughts and the cares of state, turning aside often to see the moonlight in Shiobara.
But still when the moon is full a strange music moves in the tree tops of Shiobara. Then His sacred Majesty returned to City-Royal, having determined to retire into the quiet life, and there, abandoning the throne to a kinsman wise in greatness, he became a dweller in the deserted hut of Semimaru.
O, honorable One, whose wisdom surveys the world, is there in any place near or far in heaven or in earth, such a one that I may seek and find?" And Semimaru, still making a very low music on his biwa, said this; "Supreme Master, where the Shiobara River breaks away through the gorges to the sea, dwelt a poor couple the husband a wood-cutter.
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