A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court - Mark Twain (speld decodable readers TXT) 📗

have him. God speed you well, said Sir Bedivere. Then the king gat his spear in both his hands, and ran toward Sir Mordred crying, Traitor, now is thy death day come. And when Sir Mordred heard Sir Arthur, he ran until him with his sword drawn in his hand. And then King Arthur smote Sir Mordred under the shield, with a foin of his spear throughout the body more than a fathom. And when Sir Mordred felt that he had his death’s wound, he thrust himself, with the might that he had, up to the butt of King Arthur’s spear. And right so he smote his father Arthur with his sword holden in both his hands, on the side of the head, that the sword pierced the helmet and the brainpan, and therewithal Sir Mordred fell stark dead to the earth. And the noble Arthur fell in a swoon to the earth, and there he swooned ofttimes⁠—’ ”

“That is a good piece of war correspondence, Clarence; you are a first-rate newspaper man. Well⁠—is the king all right? Did he get well?”

“Poor soul, no. He is dead.”

I was utterly stunned; it had not seemed to me that any wound could be mortal to him.

“And the queen, Clarence?”

“She is a nun, in Almesbury.”

“What changes! and in such a short while. It is inconceivable. What next, I wonder?”

“I can tell you what next.”

“Well?”

“Stake our lives and stand by them!”

“What do you mean by that?”

“The Church is master now. The Interdict included you with Mordred; it is not to be removed while you remain alive. The clans are gathering. The Church has gathered all the knights that are left alive, and as soon as you are discovered we shall have business on our hands.”

“Stuff! With our deadly scientific war-material; with our hosts of trained⁠—”

“Save your breath⁠—we haven’t sixty faithful left!”

“What are you saying? Our schools, our colleges, our vast workshops, our⁠—”

“When those knights come, those establishments will empty themselves and go over to the enemy. Did you think you had educated the superstition out of those people?”

“I certainly did think it.”

“Well, then, you may unthink it. They stood every strain easily⁠—until the Interdict. Since then, they merely put on a bold outside⁠—at heart they are quaking. Make up your mind to it⁠—when the armies come, the mask will fall.”

“It’s hard news. We are lost. They will turn our own science against us.”

“No they won’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I and a handful of the faithful have blocked that game. I’ll tell you what I’ve done, and what moved me to it. Smart as you are, the Church was smarter. It was the Church that sent you cruising⁠—through her servants, the doctors.”

“Clarence!”

“It is the truth. I know it. Every officer of your ship was the Church’s picked servant, and so was every man of the crew.”

“Oh, come!”

“It is just as I tell you. I did not find out these things at once, but I found them out finally. Did you send me verbal information, by the commander of the ship, to the effect that upon his return to you, with supplies, you were going to leave Cadiz⁠—”

“Cadiz! I haven’t been at Cadiz at all!”

“⁠—going to leave Cadiz and cruise in distant seas indefinitely, for the health of your family? Did you send me that word?”

“Of course not. I would have written, wouldn’t I?”

“Naturally. I was troubled and suspicious. When the commander sailed again I managed to ship a spy with him. I have never heard of vessel or spy since. I gave myself two weeks to hear from you in. Then I resolved to send a ship to Cadiz. There was a reason why I didn’t.”

“What was that?”

“Our navy had suddenly and mysteriously disappeared! Also, as suddenly and as mysteriously, the railway and telegraph and telephone service ceased, the men all deserted, poles were cut down, the Church laid a ban upon the electric light! I had to be up and doing⁠—and straight off. Your life was safe⁠—nobody in these kingdoms but Merlin would venture to touch such a magician as you without ten thousand men at his back⁠—I had nothing to think of but how to put preparations in the best trim against your coming. I felt safe myself⁠—nobody would be anxious to touch a pet of yours. So this is what I did. From our various works I selected all the men⁠—boys I mean⁠—whose faithfulness under whatsoever pressure I could swear to, and I called them together secretly and gave them their instructions. There are fifty-two of them; none younger than fourteen, and none above seventeen years old.”

“Why did you select boys?”

“Because all the others were born in an atmosphere of superstition and reared in it. It is in their blood and bones. We imagined we had educated it out of them; they thought so, too; the Interdict woke them up like a thunderclap! It revealed them to themselves, and it revealed them to me, too. With boys it was different. Such as have been under our training from seven to ten years have had no acquaintance with the Church’s terrors, and it was among these that I found my fifty-two. As a next move, I paid a private visit to that old cave of Merlin’s⁠—not the small one⁠—the big one⁠—”

“Yes, the one where we secretly established our first great electric plant when I was projecting a miracle.”

“Just so. And as that miracle hadn’t become necessary then, I thought it might be a good idea to utilize the plant now. I’ve provisioned the cave for a siege⁠—”

“A good idea, a first-rate idea.”

“I think so. I placed four of my boys there as a guard⁠—inside, and out of sight. Nobody was to be hurt⁠—while outside; but any attempt to enter⁠—well, we said just let anybody try it! Then I went out into the hills and uncovered and cut the secret wires which connected your bedroom with the wires that go to the dynamite deposits under all our vast factories, mills, workshops, magazines, etc., and about midnight I and