The boy's thoughts were only confirmed as the King spoke to the masses. After the crowds returned to their celebrations, the boy would weave through them, sprinting up to the king, a question on the tip of his tongue that he simply [i]had[/i] to have answered. "Who are you!?" The boy would call out once he was within earshot of the king. He would have to constantly be weaving through person after person just to be near the king.