ed themselves into
words, until in the heavens the Pilgrim read the truth that Wisdom had
given to Really-Is in the little house beside the road. "_The Crown is
not the kingdom, nor is one King because he wears a crown._"

Then even as he stood the Pilgrim saw the sad Night preparing to depart.
Far away beyond the stars the first faint light of the morning touched
the sky. Slowly the world began to awake. Slowly the message in the
stars was lost in the dawning greater light of A New Day.

* * * * *

AND THE FOURTH VOICE WAS THE VOICE OF THE NEW DAY.

[Illustration: And the Fourth Voice Was the Voice
of the New Day (see king010.png)]

It was gray dawn when the Pilgrim turned once more to his couch in The
Quiet Room.

Without the Temple, tree and bush and plant and grass were beginning to
stir with fresh and joyous strength, while the clean air was rich with
the smell of the earth life and filled with murmuring, twittering,
whispering, morning calls. Through the open window, into The Quiet Room
where the Pilgrim lay, the Bright Morning entered, and out of the
Morning came the glad, glad Voice of the New Day.

Said this Voice to the Pilgrim: "To thee, O Hadji, I come from the
Infinite Future. The interminable, eternal times that are to come, that
begin but never end. I cry from the Deeps Within. I call from the Great
That Will Be. I, too, am a Voice of Life, and mine it is to complete for
you The Tale of The Uncrowned King."

And this is the part of the Tale that the Voice of the New Day
completed.

Really-Is, the true King of Allthetime, after leaving Wisdom in his
little house beside the road, journeyed slowly and thoughtfully toward
the Royal City Daybyday, along the way that leads to the Golden Gate
Opportunity. And while the pretender, Seemsto-Be, was delighting the
people with great feasts, and amusing them with all manner of festivals,
parades and games, Really-Is, very quietly--so quietly that his brother
did not know--entered the city and took up his abode in a tiny house
under the walls of a deserted temple once sacred to the god
Things-That-Ought-To-Be.

And so it was that when Seemsto-Be went forth from the royal palace to
ride in grand procession, clothed in regal splendors, with the Crown
upon his head, and surrounded by gorgeous soldiers of rank and pompous
officials of state, with the royal trumpeters proclaiming his greatness
and power and the multitude sho