A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
by Mark Twain
Chapter 14 - "Defend Thee, Lord"
three pennies for my breakfast, and a most extravagant price it was, too, seeing that one
could have breakfasted a dozen persons for that money; but I was feeling good by this
time, and I had always been a kind of spendthrift anyway; and then these people had wanted
to give me the food for nothing, scant as their provision was, and so it was a grateful
pleasure to emphasize my appreciation and sincere thankfulness with a good big financial
lift where the money would do so much more good than it would in my helmet, where, these
pennies being made of iron and not stinted in weight, my half-dollar's worth was a good
deal of a burden to me. I spent money rather too freely in those days, it is true; but one
reason for it was that I hadn't got the proportions of things entirely adjusted, even yet,
after so long a sojourn in Britain -- hadn't got along to where I was able to absolutely
realize that a penny in Arthur's land and a couple of dollars in Connecticut were about
one and the same thing: just twins, as you may say, in purchasing power. If my start from
Camelot could have been delayed a very few days I could have paid these people in
beautiful new coins from our own mint, and that would have pleased me; and them, too, not
less. I had adopted the American values exclusively. In a week or two now, cents, nickels,
dimes, quarters, and half-dollars, and also a trifle of gold, would be trickling in thin
but steady streams all through the commercial veins of the kingdom, and I looked to see
this new blood freshen up its life.
The farmers were bound to throw in something, to
sort of offset my liberality, whether I would or no; so I let them give me a flint and
steel; and as soon as they had comfortably bestowed Sandy and me on our horse, I lit my
pipe. When the first blast of smoke
shot out through the bars of my helmet, all those people broke for the woods, and Sandy
went over backwards and struck the ground with a dull thud. They thought I was one of
those fire-belching dragons they had heard so much about from knights and other
professional liars. I had infinite trouble to persuade those people to venture back within
explaining distance. Then I told them that this was only a bit of enchantment which would
work harm to none but my enemies. And I promised, with my hand on my heart, that if all
who felt no enmity toward me would come forward and pass before me they should see that
only those who remained behind would be struck dead. The procession moved with a good deal of promptness. There were no casualties
to report, for nobody had curiosity enough to remain behind to see what would happen.
I lost some time, now, for these big children, their fears gone, became so ravished
with wonder over my awe-compelling fireworks that I had to stay there and smoke a couple
of pipes out before they would let me go. Still the delay was not wholly unproductive, for
it took all that time to get Sandy thoroughly wonted to the new thing, she being so close
to it, you know. It plugged up her conversation mill, too, for a considerable while, and
that was a gain. But above all other benefits accruing, I had learned something. I was
ready for any giant or any ogre that might come along, now.
We tarried with a holy hermit, that night, and my opportunity came about the middle of
the next afternoon. We were crossing a vast meadow by way of short-cut, and I was musing
absently, hearing nothing, seeing nothing, when Sandy suddenly interrupted a remark which
she had begun that morning, with the cry:
"Defend thee, lord! -- peril of life is toward!"
And she slipped down from the horse and ran a little way and stood. I looked up and
saw, far off in the shade of a tree, half a dozen armed knights and their squires; and
straightway there was bustle among them and tightening of saddle-girths for the mount. My
pipe was ready and would have been lit, if I had not been lost in thinking about how to
banish oppression from this land and restore to all its people their stolen rights and
manhood without disobliging anybody. I lit up at once, and by the time I had got a good
head of reserved steam on, here they came. All together, too; none of those chivalrous
magnanimities which one reads so much about -- one courtly rascal at a time, and the rest
standing by to see fair play. No, they came in a body, they came with a whirr and a rush,
they came like a volley from a battery; came with heads low down, plumes streaming out behind,
lances advanced at a level. It was a handsome sight, a beautiful sight -- for a man up a
tree. I laid my lance in rest and waited, with my heart beating, till the iron wave was
just ready to break over me, then spouted a column of white smoke through the bars of my
helmet. You should have seen the wave go to pieces and scatter! This was a finer sight
than the other one.
But these people stopped, two or three hundred yards away, and this troubled me. My
satisfaction collapsed, and fear came; I judged I was a lost man. But Sandy was radiant;
and was going to be eloquent -- but I stopped her, and told her my magic had miscarried,
somehow or other, and she must mount, with all despatch, and we must ride for life. No,
she wouldn't. She said that my enchantment had disabled those knights; they were not
riding on, because they couldn't; wait, they would drop out of their saddles presently,
and we would get their horses and harness. I could not deceive such trusting simplicity,
so I said it was a mistake; that when my fireworks killed at all, they killed instantly;
no, the men would not die, there was something wrong about my apparatus, I couldn't tell
what; but we must hurry and get away, for those people would attack us again, in a minute.
Sandy laughed, and said:
"Lack-a-day, sir, they be not of that breed! Sir Launcelot will give battle to
dragons, and will abide by them, and will assail them again, and yet again, and still
again, until he do conquer and destroy them; and so likewise will Sir Pellinore and Sir
Aglovale and Sir Carados, and mayhap others, but there be none else that will venture it,
let the idle say what the idle will. And, la, as to yonder base rufflers, think ye they
have not their fill, but yet desire more?"
"Well, then, what are they waiting for? Why don't they leave? Nobody's hindering.
Good land, I'm willing to let bygones be bygones, I'm sure."
"Leave, is it? Oh, give thyself easement as to that. They dream not of it, no, not
they. They wait to yield them."
"Come -- really, is that 'sooth' -- as you people say? If they want to, why don't
"It would like them much; but an ye wot how dragons are esteemed, ye would not
hold them blamable. They fear to come."
"Well, then, suppose I go to them instead, and --"
"Ah, wit ye well they would not abide your coming. I will go."
And she did. She was a handy person to have along on a raid. I would have considered
this a doubtful errand, myself. I presently saw the knights riding away, and Sandy coming
back. That was a relief. I judged she had somehow failed to get the first innings -- I
mean in the conversation; otherwise the interview wouldn't have been so short. But it
turned out that she had managed the business well; in fact, admirably. She said that when
she told those people I was The Boss, it hit them where they lived: "smote them sore
with fear and dread" was her word; and then they were ready to put up with anything
she might require. So she swore them to appear at Arthur's court within two days and yield
them, with horse and harness, and be my knights henceforth, and subject to my command. How
much better she managed that thing than I should have done it myself! She was a daisy.
The Celtic Hammer June 22, 1996