KING under cloud, the King of Three seen a second time and in a second working; for here the crowned sovereign of the reddening returns whitened, and the Fleece has come down to veil his head. He appeareth as the great range standing over the wide river, his peaks wrapped and unwrapped by the movement of the sky. Snow and stone and storm grow nearly one in brightness, the white wood massing in the valley and the dark water of the Snake winding bright-banked through it. His office is to show the king, shrouded where the reddening showed him bared, his crown given to the cloud and his shoulders to the snow, the whole made of one white light. He stands where another once stood with the same camera turned upon him, fourscore years gone, and he keeps the pose.
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