When Goldmorrow had finished, a strain of the most heavenly music was heard.  It sounded as if it were coming toward the assembly hall from the gates of the city.  It was like the chanting of a choir of angels, and the sounds rose and fell as they came near, as if they were blown hither and thither by the evening wind.  In a little while the singing was at the doorway of the hall, and every eye was turned in that direction.  A procession of white-robed children entered first.  Behind them came a coffin, carried on men’s shoulders, and covered with wreaths of flowers.  Then, holding the pall of the coffin, came in the Princess Faith, behind her the attendants who had accompanied her brother and herself, and last of all a long line of bare-headed peasants walking two and two.  It was the coffin of the Prince Goldenday.  His strength had never come back to him.  He had laid down his life for the poor villagers.  Having fulfilled his task in their desolate home, the brave young helper sickened and died.

When this was known, the old King lifted up his voice and wept, and the Princes, and the nobles, and all the people present joined in his sorrow.  Then it seemed to be found out, that the dead Prince had been of the three brothers the most beloved.  Then, when the weeping had continued for a long time, the Princess Faith stepped forward, and in few words told the story of the year.  Then silence, only broken by bursts of sorrow, fell upon all.  And then the Councillor rose up from his seat at the right hand of the King, and said: 

“We have heard, O King, the words of the Princes who searched the Past and the Future for the Age of Gold.  The lips that should have spoken for the Age we are living in are forever closed; but in the beautiful statement of our Princess we have heard the story they had to tell.

“Can there be even one in this great assembly, who has listened to the story of the Princess, and does not know that the Age of Gold is found, and that it was found by the Prince whose dead body is here?

“O King, and ye Princes and peers and people, it was the daily teaching of the Sainted Lady, our Queen, that the Golden Age is the time when Christ is present in our life.  In every form in which Christ’s presence can be felt, it was felt in the village for whose helping the dear Prince laid down his life.

“A time of great misery had come to that village.  The harvest, year after year, had failed.  Poverty fell upon the people.  Then, last and worst of all, came the pestilence.  Through the story told by the beloved Princess we can see that faith in God began to fail.  The people cried out in their agony:  ‘Has God forgotten?’ And some, ’Is there a God at all?’