too, at last have learned the Secret of the Magic of the Crown. What of
the Crown, brother?"

And the pretender replied: "No one can tell us one from the other. You
only shall wear the Crown; then for us both will its glory come again
and remain, then will all be well."

But King Really-Is answered sadly: "O my brother, that which you ask
cannot be. In the Law of the Ages it is written that a King of
Allthetime cannot, if he would, share his throne and power with one who
is false, else would he himself be held unworthy I have seen your
wretchedness, my brother; I have seen and I have pitied."

Then Seemsto-Be went sadly out from the presence of his brother, the
King, and the next morning they found him dead on the steps of the
temple sacred to the god Things-Are-Good-Enough.

And now with great tumult and shouting the people gathered to do homage
to Really-Is. And never was there seen in Daybyday such a multitude.
From the uttermost parts of Allthetime they came, for the word of his
life had gone far, far abroad and all the world that is, gathered to do
him honor.

And it happened, when all was ready for Really-Is to ascend the throne,
and the royal trumpeters had lifted their trumpets ready to proclaim him
King of Allthetime, with the vast multitude breathless, ready at the
signal of the trumpets to break forth in a great, glad shout, "Long live
the king," and the Lord Chief High Chamberlain turned to take the Magic
Crown from the hands of the High Priest of Things-That-Ought-To-Be, that
even as he turned the Crown vanished, and lo! there was in the hands of