"And shall I be a king?" asked the child, "and shall I wear a crown?"

   "You shall surely wear a crown," said the Angel, "and a kingdom is waiting for you."

   "Oh, joy!" said the child. "But tell me, how will it come about? for now I am only a little child, and the crown would hardly stay on my curls."

   "Nay! that I may not tell," said the Angel. "Only ride and run your best, for the way is long to your kingdom, and the time short."

   So the child rode and ran his best, crossing hills and valleys, broad streams and foaming torrents. Here and there he saw

   people at work or at play, and on these he looked eagerly.

   "Perhaps, when they see me," he said, "they will run to meet me, and will crown me with a golden crown, and lead me to their palace and throne me there as king!"

   But the folk were all busy with their tasks or their sport, and none heeded him, or left their business for him; and still he must fare forward alone, for the Way called him.

   Also, he came upon many travellers like himself, some coming toward him, others passing him by. On these, too, he looked earnestly, and would stop now one, now another, and question him.

   "Do you know," he asked, "of any kingdom in these parts where the crown is ready and the folk wait for a king?"

   Then one would laugh, and another weep, and another jeer, but all alike shook their heads.

   "I am seeking crown and kingdom for myself," cried one; "is it likely that I can be finding one for you, too? Each one for himself, and the Way for all!"

   Another said: "You seek in vain. There are no crowns, only fools' caps with asses' ears and bells that jingle in them."

   But others, and these they who had been longest on the way, only looked on him, some sadly, some kindly, and made no answer; and still he fared onward, for the Way called him.

   Now and then he stopped to help some poor soul who had fallen into trouble, and when he did that the way lightened before him, and he felt the heart light within him; but at other times the hurry was strong on him, so that he would turn away his face, and shut his ears to the cries that rang in 

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