“I do not know, my brothers,” he said to them.  “Tell me.”  And he lay silent until the great sweet stillness of the night seemed to fill his soul, and when the stars began to fade he slept in rapturous peace.

The people in his kingdom on the plain waited, wondering what he would do.  During the next few days they quarreled and hated each other more than ever, the rich ones because they all wanted to gain his favor, and each was jealous of the other; the poor ones because they were afraid of him and each man feared that his neighbor would betray things he had done in the past.

Only two boys working together in a field, having stopped to wrangle and fight, one of them suddenly stood still remembering something, and said a strange thing in a strange voice: 

“There is no time for anger.  There is no time.”  And as he fell to work again his companion did the same, and when they had finished their task of weeding they talked about the thing and remembered that when they had quarreled the day before they had not finished their task at all, and had not been paid, and had gone home sore from the blows they had given each other, and had had no supper.

“No, there is no time,” they decided.

At the beginning of the following week there were rumors that a strange law had been made—­the strangest ever known in the world.  It was something about a Blue Flower.  What had flowers to do with laws, or what had laws to do with flowers?  People quarreled about what the meaning of such a law might be.  Those who thought first of evil things and fears began to say that in the rich people’s gardens was to be planted a Blue Flower whose perfume would poison all the poor.

The only ones who did not quarrel were the two boys and their friends who had already begun to make a sort of password of “There is no time for anger.”  One of them who was clever added a new idea to the saying.

“There is no time for fear!” he cried out in the field.  “Let us go on with our work.”  And they finished their task early and played games.

At last one morning it was made known that the new King was to give a feast in the open air to all the people.  It was to be on the plain outside the city, and he himself was going to proclaim to them the Law of the Blue Flower.

“Now we shall know the worst,” growled and shivered the Afraid Ones as they shuffled their way to the plain, and the boys who used the password heard them.

“There is no time to think of the worst!” shouted the clever one at the top of his voice.  “There is no time.  We shall be late for the feast.”

And a number of people actually turned to listen because there was a high, strong, gay sound in his voice such as had never been heard in King Mordreth’s Land before.

The plain was covered with thick green grass, and beautiful spreading trees grew on it.  There was a richly draped platform for King Amor’s gold and ivory chair, but when the people gathered about he stood up before them, a beautiful young giant with eyes like fixed stars and head held high.  And he read his law in a voice which, wonderful to relate, was heard by every man, woman, and child—­even by the little cripple crouching alone in the grass on the very outskirts of the crowd and not expecting to hear or see anything.