108 "Of course!" agreed Gray Boar. He called Mountain Glory and they sat down as the children gathered by the piano.
One began to play, and the others sang. When they were done, Mountain Glory was wiping tears from her
eyes and Gray Boar sat speechless.
109 "From out of the mouths of babes," he stammered, "shall Their Glory
come forth! Thank you, children. Give me your song. I will present it to the others for consideration."
110 So Composers would not feel obligated because his children had
helped compose the song, Gray Boar rewrote it, putting a false name and
address on it, then the next day put it in with some other late entries.
111 The Composers picked it out almost immediately and began to pass it
around. One man cried "Finally! Finally we have something worthy of
consideration!"
112 Another man joined him. "I would change a few notes, myself, but it
is the best we have seen so far!"
113 "I would change a couple of words," agreed another man," but that
would not be my privilege. The one who wrote it, wrote it from his
heart, and it is his words that should remain. I think our search is
over! This is what the people want. It is something for all The Lands!"
The others agreed, one by one. The contest was over!
114 Then, Gray Boar told them the truth, and they were more amazed than
ever. "There is nothing in the rules," they agreed, "that said one
person had to write the song. Let the children share the prizes between
them."
115 "My children," commented Gray Boar, "already have more than they
could ever use. Let the other children have the prizes."
116 A few days later everyone gathered around their radios as "The
Speaker's Anthem" was played. Then, Gray Boar spoke. "Ladies and
gentlemen, you know what this contest is about. The winners of the
contest have been