ripples that ran on the Beautiful Sea were edged with yellow and scarlet
flame, while leaf, and blade, and flower, and bird, and all of their
kind and kin, were singing their evensong. Sweetly, softly, the choral
anthem stole through the open window into The Quiet Room.

And after a little the Pilgrim heard, whispering low, in the twilight
hymn, the Voice of the Evening Wind.

Said the Voice: "To thee, O Hadji, I come from the Boundless Ocean Above
that begins wherever you are and extends farther away than the farthest
point your thought can reach. I speak from out the Deeps Beyond. I tell
of the Great That May Be. I too am a Voice of Life and mine it is to
continue for you The Tale of The Uncrowned King."

And this is the part of the Tale that was told by the Voice of the
Evening Wind.

The twin princes Really-Is and Seemsto-Be, on their good horses Reality
and Appearance, journeyed very pleasantly through the Land of Allthetime
toward the City Sometime in the Land of Yettocome. Ever as they went the
Royal travelers saw before them the walls of the city gleaming like
polished silver in the sun, and high above the shining walls the great
palace or temple that flamed like a ruby flame. Always as they rode the
two talked gaily, in glad anticipation of the marvels they would
certainly see, of the pleasures they would surely find, and of the
delightful adventures that without doubt awaited them. So at last they
arrived at the city gate, which was a gate all scrolled and patterned
with precious gems.

[Illustration: (see king007.png)]