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$Title{(A) Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur's Court
Chapter 38}
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Title: (A) Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur's Court
Author: Twain, Mark
Date: 1889
Chapter 38
Sir Launcelot And Knights To The Rescue
Nearing four in the afternoon. The scene was just outside the walls of
London. A cool, comfortable, superb day, with a brilliant sun; the kind of
day to make one want to live, not die. The multitude was prodigious and
far-reaching; and yet we fifteen poor devils hadn't a friend in it. There
was something painful in that thought, look at it how you might. There we
sat, on our tall scaffold, the butt of the hate and mockery of all those
enemies. We were being made a holiday spectacle. They had built a sort of
grandstand for the nobility and gentry, and these were there in full force,
with their ladies. We recognized a good many of them.
The crowd got a brief and unexpected dash of diversion out of the king.
The moment we were freed of our bonds he sprang up, in his fantastic rags,
with face bruised out of all recognition, and proclaimed himself Arthur, King
of Britain, and denounced the awful penalties of treason upon every soul
there present if hair of his sacred head were touched. It startled and
surprised him to hear them break into a vast roar of laughter. It wounded
his dignity, and he lockedhimself up in silence, then, although the crowd
begged him to go on, and tried to provoke him to it by catcalls, jeers, and
shouts of:
"Let him speak! The king! The king! his humble subjects hunger and
thirst for words of wisdom out of the mouth of their master his Serene and
Sacred Raggedness!"
But it went for nothing. He put on all his majesty and sat under this
rain of contempt and insult unmoved. He certainly was great in his way.
Absently, I had taken off my white bandage and wound it about my right arm.
When the crowd noticed this, they began upon me. They said:
"Doubtless this sailorman is his minister - observe his costly badge of
office!"
I let them go on until they got tired, and then I said:
"Yes, I am his minister. The Boss; and tomorrow you will hear that from
Camelot which -"
I got no further. They drowned me out with joyous derision. But
presently there was silence; for the sheriffs of London, in their official
robes, with their subordinates, began to make a stir which indicated that
business was about to begin. In the hush which followed, our crime was
recited, the death warrant read, then everybody uncovered while a priest
uttered a prayer.
Then a slave was blindfolded, the hangman unslung his rope. There lay
the smooth road below us, we upon one side of it, the banked multitude
walling its other side - a good clear road, and kept free by the police - how
good it would be to see my five hundred horsemen come tearing down it! But,
no, it was out of the possibilities. I followed its receding thread out into
the distance - not a horseman on it, or sign of one.
There was a jerk, and the slave hung dangling; dangling and hideously
squirming, for his limbs were not tied.
A second rope was unslung, in a moment another slave was dangling.
In a minute a third slave was struggling in the air. It was dreadful.
I turned away my head a moment, and when I turned back I missed the king!
They were blindfolding him! I was paralyzed; I couldn't move, I was choking,
my tongue was petrified. They finished blindfolding him, they led him under
the rope. I couldn't shake off that clinging impotence. But when I saw them
put the noose around his neck, then everything let go in me and I made a
spring to the rescue - and as I made it I shot one more glance abroad - by
George, here they came, atilting - five hundred mailed and belted knights on
bicycles!
The grandest sight that ever was seen. Lord, how the plumes streamed,
how the sun flamed and flashed from the endless procession of webby wheels!
I waved my right arm as Launcelot swept in - he recognized my rag - I
tore away noose and bandage, and shouted:
"On your knees, every rascal of you, and salute the king! Who fails
shall sup in hell tonight!"
I always use that high style when I'm climaxing an effect. Well, it was
noble to see Launcelot and the boys swarm up onto that scaffold and heave
sheriffs and such overboard. And it was fine to see that astonished
multitude go down on their knees and beg their lives of the king they had
just been deriding and insulting. And as he stood apart, there, receiving
this homage in his rags, I thought to myself, well really there is something
peculiarly grand about the gait and bearing of a king, after all.
I was immensely satisfied. Take the whole situation all around, it was
one of the gaudiest effects I ever instigated.
And presently up comes Clarence, his own self! And winks, and says,
very modernly:
"Good deal of a surprise, wasn't it? I knew you'd like it. I've had
the boys practicing, this long time, privately; and just hungry for a chance
to show off."