And when the people looked it was as he had said it would be.  They drew back a little and gazed in fear, and many of the followers fell upon their knees.  They thought they saw a beautiful young giant and god.  But he was only a splendid and powerful young man who had never known a dark thought and had lived near to his brothers the stars.  His horse, adorned with golden trappings, was brought and he was led down the mountain side, through the gates into the capital city of his kingdom.  He desired that the Ancient One should ride by his side.

What he saw as he rode to the place of coronation he had never seen before.  Notwithstanding the embroidered silk and velvet hangings decorating the fronts of the rich people’s houses, he caught glimpses of filthy side streets, squalid alleys, and tumble-down tenements.  He saw forlorn little children scud away like rats into their holes as he drew near, and wretched, vicious-looking men and women fighting with each other for places in the crowd.  Sharp, miserable faces peered round corners at him, and nobody smiled because every one hated or distrusted his neighbor, and they dreaded and disliked the young King because all the King Mordreths had been evil and selfish, and he was their descendant.

When they saw that he was so tall and powerful and carried his handsome head so high, often looking upward, they feared him still more; as their own heads hung down they never saw anything but the dirt and dust beneath their feet or the quarrels about them, so their minds were full of fears and ugly thoughts, and they at once began to be afraid of him and suspect him of being proud.  He could do twice as much evil as the other Kings, they said, since he was twice as strong and twice as handsome.  It was their nature to first think an evil thought of anything or anybody and to be afraid of all things at the outset.

The princes and nobles who rode in the procession tried to prevent King Amor seeing the wretched-looking people and ill-kept streets.  They pointed out the palaces and decorations and beautiful ladies throwing flowers in his path from the balconies.  He praised all the splendors and saluted the balconies, looking up with such radiant and smiling eyes that the ladies almost threw themselves after their flowers and cried out that never, never had there been crowned such a beautiful young King before.

“Do not look at the rabble, your Majesty,” the Prime Minister said.  “They are an evil, ill-tempered lot of worthless malcontents and thieves.”

“I would not look at them,” answered King Amor, “if I knew that I could not help them.  There is no time to look at dark things if one cannot make them brighter.  I look at these because there is something to be done.  I do not yet know what.”

“There is such hatred in their eyes that they will only make you angry, Sire,” said a handsome young prince who rode near.

“There is no time for anger,” said Amor, holding his crowned head high.  “It is a worthless thing.”