The royal city fell into a strange silence. No one was sure what would come next.
Then the palace bells began to ring.
It was time.
"Prince Ernest is going to be crowned today. I am going to the grand cathedral to witness the king's coronation," someone said to a friend.
Irrespective of what would happen in the future, witnessing a king's coronation was important.
"Yes, Prince Ernest is the one chosen by God. His reign will definitely bring blessings," someone in the crowd shouted.
Soon people began to repeat the words, and in no time everyone on the street believed it.
More and more people came out of their houses to witness the scene.
Inside the grand cathedral, gold cloth hung from the high walls. Long candles burned brightly. Nobles who had chosen to stay stood in their finest clothes. Soldiers lined both sides of the hall in shining armor.
Ernest walked slowly down the center aisle.
