Often after that did the twin princes, Really-Is and Seemsto-Be, climb
the winding stairs in the palace tower and look away over the Great Wall
of Daybyday to the City Sometime in the Land of Yettocome. Many were the
hours they spent talking of the marvelous place that so filled the
distance with dazzling splendor. And at last, when the princes were
quite grown, they went before their royal father and asked permission to
visit the city they had seen.

Now King What-Soever-Youthink was very sad when his sons made their
request, but nevertheless, because he was a wise king, he gave his royal
consent, and, that the brothers might make their journey in comfort,
presented to each a priceless horse from the palace stables. To
Really-Is he gave Reality; to Seemsto-Be he gave Appearance; and both
were steeds of noble breeding, swift and strong, beautiful and proud--as
like even as the royal twins, their masters.

So it came that the two princes bade farewell to their father, the King,
and rode bravely out of the city Daybyday, through the Land of
Allthetime, and along the way that leads to the City Sometime in the
Land of Yettocome.

"And this, O Hadji," said the Voice of the Waves, "is all of The Tale of
The Uncrowned King that is given me to tell."

The liquid music of the waves came no longer through the open
window--the voice that was in the music came no more to the Pilgrim in
The Quiet Room. Without the Temple the tall trees were still-still and
silent were the sweet-voiced birds. The sunlight and shadow fairies had
danced to the ends of the lanes of gold--danced to the very ends and
were gone. The feathery cloud ships in the blue above seemed to lie at