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 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 temples only ruins, and of the many gods of the many people of many races, languages and names only one, the god of Really-Is, Things-That-Ought-To-Be. The mighty Wall that was built, they thought, on the foundations of the world, when there was no longer a crown to keep, of its own great weight fell. And the Royal City Daybyday, in the reign of Really-Is, is extending its borders more and more, until there are those who think that with the City Sometime it will soon be one, and then they say that the promises made by Really-Is and the Princess of Yettocome will be fulfilled and that the glory and splendor of their reign will fill the world.
“But of that, O Hadji,” said the glad Voice of the New Day, “I cannot tell you now. I have finished The Tale of The Uncrowned King.”
The Voice that was in the Morning ceased. The Quiet Room was filled with light. Quickly the Pilgrim arose and going to the window saw in all its glory the New Day.