e truth," said Everychild.

Arthur replied: "It seems you should be a prince if you would find it
soon. I shall find the truth before you, Everychild."

"We shall find it together," declared Everychild.

"I was near finding it now," said Arthur; "and even yet I cannot think
it is far away."

But Everychild had gone to the window, evidently in the hope of seeing
the giant, Will o'Dreams; and while Arthur looked after him hopelessly,
Mr. Literal took occasion to say to the Masked Lady--

"He is as beautiful as tradition has pictured him. Small wonder that
his foolish mother was moved to speak of him so eloquently. Do you
remember?--

"'Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form:
Then have I reason to be fond of grief.'"

Then the giant appeared at the window and there was a hurried
conference between him and Everychild. Soon the latter turned
confidently toward Arthur.

"Come, you shall go with me," said Everychild eagerly.

It seemed for an instant that the prince was really hopeful. Then
again his dark mood returned--the mood of one who believes he is lost.
Yet nevertheless he put forth his hand to Everychild and said, "Yes, I
will go with you."

He approached the window with slow, majestic tread. Once he shrank
back and lifted his hands to his eyes. Then he climbed resolutely to
the window sill. He could be seen for an instant, and then he
disappeared.

Seeing that he had vanished, Everychild hurried to the window, his face
elated. "Splendid!" he cried. "Now he shall be my companion to the
end of time!"

Then the giant could be seen at the window. He put forth his hands and
lifted Everychild through the window.

A moment, and then Hubert de Burgh re-entered the room. He cast a
swift, agitated glance about the room, and soon he noted the open
window.

"The window!" he cried in a loud voice. "God save us all!"

He stood staring at the open window; and as he did so the Masked Lady
hid her face in her arms upon the Book of Truth before her. She was
softly weeping.

PART IV

ARGUMENT: EVERYCHILD'S FEET ARE DRAWN TO THE SPOT WHERE THE SLEEPING
BEAUTY IN THE WOOD LIES. TIME PASSES.

CHAPTER XX

A SONG IN THE GARDEN

While Everychild and the giant had made their visit to the castle of