the priest, nothing.

In consternation the Lord Chief High Chamberlain whispered to the royal
high officials about him, asking what should be done. In consternation,
the royal high officials whispered among themselves. In consternation
they whispered back to the Chamberlain.

And this was their whisper: "Ask the King."

Really-Is, when he was asked what should be done, answered with a smile:
"_The Crown is not the kingdom, nor is one King because he wears a
Crown_."

And the people, when the trumpets made it known that there was no crown
and declared the word of Really-Is, with one voice cried loudly:
"Really-Is is King! Really-Is needs no Crown! Long live Really-Is, our
King!"

Thus the True King ascended the throne of Allthetime, and the trumpeters
trumpeted loudly many times: "Long live the king who needs no crown!"
and with a great shout the people answered again many times: "Long live
our Uncrowned King! Long live our Uncrowned King!"

"And this, O Hadji," said the glad Voice of the New Day, "is how it came
to be that in the days that now are, there is, in this Royal City
Daybyday, in the wonderful Land of Allthetime, no crown."

And this also you must know, that in the reign of Really-Is the people
of Daybyday have more and more turned from their many gods to worship
only the god of their King, until there is left now of the many deserted