People disperse. The Stranger turns to leave. Jack's sisters prepare to follow him. They are scheming for another coin.
The Stranger (walking away, calling, over his shoulder): On your travels, Beggar-Boy, look smart to the Crossroads.
Jack (sighs): Alas, my sisters say I am not smart.
Then it is but the Beggar-Boy, the Wise Man and, high in a Linden tree, the Golden Bird.
Jack (in a small voice): Did a King ever speak to you, Wise Man?
Wise Man: Aye, indeed.
Jack: What words did this monarch speak?
Wise Man (a blind smile): His words to me were plain. ... ‘Be on your way, Father. I am King now.’