This version reads the Bake no Kawagoromo through a single point — the fox that transforms by worshipping the Dipper — and follows the rite of its making and the layers of wit folded into the picture.

The passage in the Nuogaoji of the Youyang Zazu^[3], the other source, speaks of more than a skull and the Dipper. There the wild fox is called the “purple fox,” and it is said that “when it strikes its tail at night, fire comes forth.” This stroke of fire from a fox’s tail runs continuous with the foxfire so familiar in Japan; behind the Bake no Kawagoromo, too, stands a fox that should by rights be eerie — kindling fire at its tail in the dark, a skull upon its head. When Sekien exchanged that skull for algae, the dread of the bones faded, and in its place came the comedy and pathos of a creature crowned with weed from the water’s floor. That the picture of transformation leans toward the droll rather than the uncanny is the effect of this single substitution.

The word “kawagoromo” itself carries the literary turn Sekien favored. Speak of a kawagoromo, and the most famous in the classics is the “fire-rat’s robe” of the Tale of the Bamboo Cutter — that treasure which burns when set to flame and, if counterfeit, betrays the fraud. It and this fox, whose disguise is about to peel, answer one another twice over through the words “kawagoromo” and “bake no kawa.” There is no written proof that Sekien meant to invoke the allusion, but given how thoroughly his picture-books tread upon classical puns, it is hard to take for mere chance.

The placement of the image, too, shows the author’s intent. In the first volume it sits between the “Kutsutsura” and the “Kinu-danuki.” Flanked on both sides by transforming beasts, this run forms a small province set within a book of tool-spirits, given over to the transformations of animals. A fox could crowd in among the spirits of old utensils only because “kawagoromo” could be read as a garment, a thing; and by closing with “mused within a dream,” Sekien made this forced pairing follow, naturally enough, the logic of dreams.

Its powers and its failings, too, are all rooted in this one picture. The rite of transformation requires prayer toward the Dipper and a vessel borne on the head (a skull, or algae); should the vessel fall, the change does not take. Dressed though it is as a beautiful woman, it cannot quite clear away the beast in its tail, its paws, its attendants — and that “about to peel” is this fox’s appointed weakness. The lowly wild fox, striving three thousand years to reach the figure of a beautiful woman, bears in itself all the longing and all the shortfall of that road.