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.

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Fairer than the dreams of angels, O Hadji, is the City Sometime in the
Land of Yettocome. Of such radiant splendors, such dazzling brilliancy,
such transcending glory there are yet no words fashioned to tell. It is
a city, in the form and manner of its building, of exquisite loveliness,
of fairy grace, of towering grandeur. It is a city in the beauty and
richness of its color, all emerald, rose, and purple, all ruby, crimson
and gold.

As the twin princes of Allthetime rode slowly through the wide jeweled
gate and along the noble streets and stately avenues, they exclaimed
aloud with delight and wonder at the enchanting beauty of the scene.
More than they had heard at home was true. The poorest of the buildings
in Sometime far exceeded in splendor the richest of the palaces in
Daybyday; while before the palaces of Sometime, Really-Is and Seemsto-Be
stood speechless and amazed. They were fairly drunken with the flashing,
flaming, blazing, blinding glory of the sight.

The people of Sometime, too, were exceeding fair and very charming in
their manner, and they welcomed the princes from Daybyday with a joyous
welcome, answering their questions gladly and esc