So it was, that in all the Royal City Daybyday, in the Land of Allthetime, peace and understanding dwelt only in the heart of this King.

And the people more and more came to love Really-Is, even as they more and more turned from Seemsto-Be, notwithstanding the holidays, feasts and parades.  Little by little, they learned to watch daily for their King, and with the children would run to greet him.  More and more the multitude pressed about Really-Is when he stood quietly in the street, watching Seemsto-Be pass by in the splendid chariot of state.  More and more the people went daily with Really-Is to worship in the temple sacred to the god Things-That-Ought-To-Be.

So the time came at last when the Magic Crown, tarnished and dull, seemed but a mockery, fit only for the rubbish heap; when the Officers of State spoke aloud their doubts and fears and the soldiers were openly disobedient; when the people, as the pretender passed through the city streets, no longer shouted aloud expressions of their loyalty, but, with dark looks of doubt and anger, stood silent, or laughed in mocking glee.

And Seemsto-Be grew afraid.

Then in secret the false prince went alone to the house of his brother the King and prostrated himself humbly.

“What is your wish, my brother?” asked Really-Is, kindly, “make known to me your request.”

And Seemsto-Be taking heart at the gentleness of Really-Is answered:  “This is my wish, O King—­my brother, this is my request; that you come to dwell with me in the royal palace, that you share with me the throne.  Twins we are, sons of our royal father, of the royal family Everyone.  Therefore let us rule together the Land of Allthetime.”

Answered Really-Is.  “By your coming to me, Seemsto-Be, I know that you, 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.