han many do. And you were but just in
time. The King prints his placards to-night.'

'What placards?' asked Yellow-cap innocently.

'Announcing his "successor"--a farce in one act.'

'And who is his successor?'

'Who would you like him to be?' inquired Gyp, smiling.

At this all the Brethren looked at one another and winked
mysteriously. Yellow-cap, who was fast becoming wise, and who knew
more about this matter than he cared to admit, could not help
wondering at his queer position--the Head of a Secret Society hostile
to the very monarch who had offered him his kingdom that same
afternoon. The thought of it made him feel quite hot; and he was so
far forgetting himself as to be on the point of taking off his cap to
cool his forehead, when Gyp caught his arm, and a murmur of horror ran
through the assembly.

'Forbear! as you value your credit!' cried Ruba.

'And your gentility!' exclaimed Dubb.

'And your influence!' called out Dubsix.

'And your success!' shouted Menin.

'And your reputation!' bawled Atub.

'It is against the first law of the Brotherhood,' added Ruba.

'We all have headaches,' asserted Dubb.

'We couldn't live without them,' declared Dubsix.

'Would you commit suicide?' demanded Menin.

'Be guilty of treason?' hiccoughed Atub, who had swallowed some smoke
the wrong way.

'Good gracious!' was all that poor Yellow-cap was able to reply.

'Allow me to explain,' interposed Gyp courteously. 'The Seven Brethren
are the outcome of an artificial civilisation. It is our strength and
also our weakness that we never seem to be what we are. Our laws are
binding because they are irrational. Our power is great because it is
an imposition. Our respectability is perfect because it is a fraud. We
gain our ends because our ends are ourselves. Our union is strong
because it depends on mutual distrust. In a word, we are the
Everlasting Unreality! Have you understood me?'

'Not in the least,' replied Yellow-cap.

''Tis well. No one of us understands either himself or his brother. He
who understands or is understood is anathema.'

'Dear me!' ejaculated Yellow-cap.

'You have heard of the cap of invisibility?'

'I believe so.'

'The yellow cap is more wondrous yet--it is only when you put it on
that you can be seen--at all events by the world.'

'Dear me!' ejaculated Yellow-cap again.

Hereupon all the Brethren twisted their moustachios, knocked the ashes
out of their pipes, refilled them, lig