"Yes, we will; for father told me that this is to be an extra fine one,
and he is to be in it himself. I want to see him when he goes by."

By this time Yung Pak and Kim Yong were running as fast as their flowing
garments and their dignity would allow them. And everybody else, from
the dirtiest street boy to the gravest old man, was hurrying toward the
palace gate through which the procession was to come. Yung Pak and Kim
Yong were fortunate enough to get a position where they could see the
palace gate, and the procession would have to pass by them on its way to
the temple.

Meanwhile the band inside the palace walls kept up its music, and the
people outside could also hear the shouts of officers giving their
orders to guards and soldiers.

Soon there was an extra flourish of the music, and the gate, toward
which all eyes had been strained, was suddenly flung wide open with a
great clang.

Hundreds of soldiers already lined the streets to keep the crowd back
out of the way of the procession.

First through the gate came a company of Korean foot-soldiers, in blue
uniforms. Directly after them came a lot of palace attendants in curious
hats and long robes of all colours of the rainbow. Some were dressed in
blue, some in red, some in orange, some in yellow, some in a mixture of
colours. All carried staves bound with streamers of ribbons.

Following the attendants came a line of bannermen, with red flags, on
which were various inscriptions in blue; then came drummers and