At the end of a year, let the
travelers return, and tell before your Majesty and an assembly of the
people the story of their search." To this counsel the King gave his
assent. And he directed his sons to make the choice of their
companions and prepare for their journey.
Yestergold, for his companions, chose a painter and a poet. Goldmorrow
preferred two brothers of the Order of Watchers of the Sky. But
Goldenday said, "I shall be glad if my sister Faith will be companion
to me." And so it was arranged.
Just at that time the King was living in a palace among the hills. And
it was from thence the travelers were to leave. It was like a morning
in Wonderland. The great valley on which the palace looked down, and
along which the Princes were to travel, was that morning filled with
vapor. And the vapor lay, as far as the eye could reach, without a
break on its surface, or a ruffled edge, in the light of the rising
sun, like a sea of liquid silver. The hills that surrounded the palace
looked like so many giants sitting on the shores of a mighty sea.
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