Section 0 of The King in Yellow. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Eva Stays. The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers. The King in Yellow is dedicated to my brother. Along the shore the cloud waves break, the twins suns sink behind the lake. The shadows lengthen in Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise and strange moons circle through the skies, but stranger still is lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyadees shall sing, where flap the tatters of the King, must die unheard in dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead. Die thou unsung, as tears unshed. Shall dry and die, and loss Carcosa. Cacilda's song in The King in Yellow. Act 1, Scene 2. End of Section 0. Section 1 of The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Eva Stays. The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers. The Repairer of Reputations, Part 1. Ne veuille pas les fouilles. Le folie du plus long terme que n'autre. Voila toute la différence. Towards the end of the year 1920, the government of the United States had practically completed the program, adopted during the last months of President Winsor-Robb's administration. The country was apparently tranquil. Everybody knows how the tariff and labor questions were settled. The war with Germany, incident on the country's seizure of the Samoan islands, had left no visible scars upon the Republic, and the temporary occupation of Norfolk by the invading army had been forgotten, in the joy over repeated naval victories, and the subsequent ridiculous plight of General von Gottenlob's forces in the state of New Jersey. The Cuban and Hawaiian investments had paid 100%, and the territory of Samoa was well worth its cost as a calling station. The country was in a superb state of defense. Every coast city had been well supplied with land fortifications. The army under the parental eye of the General Staff, organized according to the Prussian system, had been increased to 300,000 men, with a territorial reserve of a million. And six magnificent squadrons of cruisers and battleships patrolled the six stations of navigable seas, leaving a steam reserve amply fitted to control home waters. The gentlemen from the West had at last been constrained to acknowledge that a college for the training of diplomats was as necessary as law schools are for the training of barristers. Consequently, we were no longer represented abroad by incompetent patriots. The nation was prosperous. Chicago, for a moment paralyzed after a second great fire, had risen from its ruins. White and imperial, and more beautiful than the White City had been built for its plaything in 1893. Everywhere good architecture was replacing bad, and even in New York, a sudden craving for decency had swept away a great portion of the existing horrors. Roads had