A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
by Mark Twain
Chapter 15 - Sandy's Tale
so I'm proprietor of some knights," said I, as we rode off. "Who would ever have
supposed that I should live to list up assets of that sort. I shan't know what to do with
them; unless I raffle them off. How many of them are there, Sandy?"
"Seven, please you, sir, and their squires."
"It is a good haul. Who are they? Where do they hang out?"
"Where do they hang out?"
"Yes, where do they live?"
"Ah, I understood thee not. That will I tell eftsoons." Then she said
musingly, and softly, turning the words daintily over her tongue: "Hang they
out -- hang they out -- where hang -- where do they hang out; eh, right so; where do they
hang out. Of a truth the phrase hath a fair and winsome grace, and is prettily worded
withal. I will repeat it anon and anon in mine idlesse, whereby I may peradventure learn
it. Where do they hang out. Even so! already it falleth trippingly from my tongue, and
forasmuch as --"
"Don't forget the cowboys, Sandy."
"Yes; the knights, you know: You were going to tell me about them. A while back,
you remember. Figuratively speaking, game's called."
"Yes, yes, yes! Go to the bat. I mean, get to work on your statistics, and don't
burn so much kindling getting your fire started. Tell me about the knights."
"I will well, and lightly will begin. So they two departed and rode into a great
forest. And --"
You see, I recognized my mistake at once. I had set her works a-going; it was my own
fault; she would be thirty days getting down to those facts. And she generally began
without a preface and finished without a result. If you interrupted her she would either
go right along without noticing, or answer with a couple of words, and go back and say the
sentence over again. So, interruptions only did harm; and yet I had to interrupt, and
interrupt pretty frequently, too, in order to save my life; a person would die if he let
her monotony drip on him right along all day.
Fifteen! Break -- my heart! oh, my lost darling! Just her age who was so gentle, and
lovely, and all the world to me, and whom I shall never see again! How the thought of her
carries me back over wide seas of memory to a vague dim time, a happy time, so many, many
centuries hence, when I used to wake in the soft summer mornings, out of sweet dreams of
her, and say "Hello, Central!" just to hear her dear voice come melting back to
me with a "Hello, Hank!" that was music of the spheres to my enchanted ear. She
got three dollars a week, but she was worth it.
"Great Scott! " I said in my distress. She went right back and began over
"So they two departed and rode into a great forest. And --"
"Sir Gawaine and Sir Uwaine. And so they came to an abbey of monks, and there were well lodged.
So on the morn they heard their masses in the abbey, and so they rode forth till they came
to a great forest; then was Sir Gawaine ware in a valley by a turret, of twelve fair
damsels, and two knights armed on great horses, and the damsels went to and fro by a tree.
And then was Sir Gawaine ware how there hung a white shield on that tree, and ever as the
damsels came by it they spit upon it, and some threw mire upon the shield --"
"Now, if I hadn't seen the like myself in this country, Sandy, I wouldn't believe
it. But I've seen it, and I can just see those creatures now, parading before that shield
and acting like that. The women here do certainly act like all possessed. Yes, and I mean
your best, too, society's very choicest brands. The humblest hello-girl along ten thousand
miles of wire could teach gentleness, patience, modesty, manners, to the highest duchess
in Arthur's land."
"Yes, but don't you ask me to explain; it's a new kind of a girl; they don't have
them here; one often speaks sharply to them when they are not the least in fault, and he
can't get over feeling sorry for it and ashamed of himself in thirteen hundred years, it's
such shabby mean conduct and so unprovoked; the fact is, no gentleman ever does it --
though I -- well, I myself, if I've got to confess --"
"Peradventure she --"
"Never mind her; never mind her; I tell you I couldn't ever explain her so you
"Even so be it, sith ye are so minded. Then Sir Gawaine and Sir Uwaine went and
saluted them, and asked them why they did that despite to the shield. Sirs, said the
damsels, we shall tell you. There is a knight in this country that owneth this white
shield, and he is a passing good man of his hands, but he hateth all ladies and
gentlewomen, and therefore we do all this despite to the shield. I will say you, said Sir
Gawaine, it beseemeth evil a good knight to despise all ladies and gentlewomen, and
peradventure though he hate you he hath some cause, and peradventure he loveth in some
other places ladies and gentlewomen, and to be loved again, and he such a man of prowess
as ye speak of --"
"Man of prowess -- yes, that is the man to please them, Sandy. Man of brains --
that is a thing they never think of. Tom Sayers -- John Heenan -- John L. Sullivan -- pity
but you could be here. You would have your legs under the Round Table and a 'Sir' in front
of your names within the twenty-four hours; and you could bring about a new distribution
of the married princesses and duchesses of the Court in another twenty-four. The fact is,
it is just a sort of polished-up court of Comanches, and there isn't a squaw in it who
doesn't stand ready at the dropping of a hat to desert to the buck with the biggest string
of scalps at his belt."
"-- and he be such a man of prowess as ye speak of, said Sir Gawaine. Now, what is
his name? Sir, said they, his name is Marhaus the king's son of Ireland."
"Son of the king of Ireland, you mean; the other form doesn't mean anything. And
look out and hold on
tight, now, we must jump this gully.... There, we are all right now. This horse belongs in
the circus; he is born before his time."
"I know him well, said Sir Uwaine, he is a passing good knight as any is on
"ON LIVE. If you've got a fault in the world, Sandy, it is that you are a shade
too archaic. But it isn't any matter."
"-- for I saw him once proved at a justs where many knights were gathered, and
that time there might no man withstand him. Ah, said Sir Gawaine, damsels, methinketh ye
are to blame, for it is to suppose he that hung that shield there will not be long
therefrom, and then may those knights match him on horseback, and that is more your
worship than thus; for I will abide no longer to see a knight's shield dishonored. And
therewith Sir Uwaine and Sir Gawaine departed a little from them, and then were they ware
where Sir Marhaus came riding on a great horse straight toward them. And when the twelve
damsels saw Sir Marhaus they fled into the turret as they were wild, so that some of them
fell by the way. Then the one of the knights of the tower dressed his shield, and said on
high, Sir Marhaus defend thee. And so they ran together that the knight brake his spear on
Marhaus, and Sir Marhaus smote him so hard that he brake his neck and the horse's back
"Well, that is just the trouble about this state of things, it ruins so many
"That saw the other knight of the turret, and dressed him toward Marhaus, and they
went so eagerly together, that the knight of the turret was soon smitten down, horse and
man, stark dead --"
"ANOTHER horse gone; I tell you it is a custom that ought to be broken up. I don't
see how people with any feeling can applaud and support it."
"So these two knights came together with great random --"
I saw that I had been asleep and missed a chapter, but I didn't say anything. I judged
that the Irish knight was in trouble with the visitors by this time, and this turned out
to be the case.
"-- that Sir Uwaine smote Sir Marhaus that his spear brast in pieces on the
shield, and Sir Marhaus smote him so sore that horse and man he bare to the earth, and
hurt Sir Uwaine on the left side --
"The truth is, Alisande, these archaics are a little TOO simple; the vocabulary is
too limited, and so, by consequence, descriptions suffer in the matter of variety; they
run too much to level Saharas of fact, and not enough to picturesque detail; this throws
about them a certain air of the monotonous; in fact the fights are all alike: a couple of
people come together with great random -- random is a good word, and so is exegesis, for
that matter, and so is holocaust, and defalcation, and usufruct and a hundred others, but
land! a body ought to discriminate -- they come together with great random, and a spear is
brast, and one party brake his shield and the other one goes down, horse and man, over his
horse-tail and brake his neck, and then the next candidate comes randoming in, and brast
HIS spear, and the other man brast his shield, and down HE goes, horse and man, over his
horse-tail, and brake HIS neck, and then there's another elected, and another and another
and still another, till the material is all used up; and when you come to figure up
results, you can't tell one fight from another, nor who whipped; and as a PICTURE, of
living, raging, roaring battle, sho! why, it's pale and noiseless -- just ghosts scuffling
in a fog. Dear me, what would this barren vocabulary get out of the mightiest spectacle?
-- the burning of Rome in Nero's time, for instance? Why, it would merely say, 'Town
burned down; no insurance; boy brast a window, fireman brake his neck!' Why, THAT ain't a
It was a good deal of a lecture, I thought, but it didn't disturb Sandy, didn't turn a
feather; her steam soared steadily up again, the minute I took off the lid:
Marhaus turned his horse and rode toward Gawaine with his spear. And when Sir Gawaine saw
that, he dressed his shield, and they aventred their spears, and they came together with
all the might of their horses, that either knight smote other so hard in the midst of
their shields, but Sir Gawaine's spear brake --"
"I knew it would."
-- "but Sir Marhaus's spear held; and therewith Sir Gawaine and his horse rushed
down to the earth --"
"Just so -- and brake his back."
-- "and lightly Sir Gawaine rose upon his feet and pulled out his sword, and
dressed him toward Sir Marhaus on foot, and therewith either came unto other eagerly, and
smote together with their swords, that their shields flew in cantels, and they bruised
their helms and their hauberks, and wounded either other. But Sir Gawaine, fro it passed
nine of the clock, waxed by the space of three hours ever stronger and stronger. and
thrice his might was increased. All this espied Sir Marhaus, and had great wonder how his
might increased, and so they wounded other passing sore; and then when it was come noon
The pelting sing-song of it carried me forward to scenes and sounds of my boyhood days:
"N-e-e-ew Haven! ten minutes for refreshments -- knductr'll strike the gong-bell
two minutes before train leaves -- passengers for the Shore line please take seats in the
rear k'yar, this k'yar don't go no furder -- AHH - pls, AW-rnjz, b'NANners, S-A-N-D'ches,
-- "and waxed past noon and drew toward evensong. Sir Gawaine's strength feebled
and waxed passing faint, that unnethes he might dure any longer, and Sir Marhaus was then
bigger and bigger --"
"Which strained his armor, of course; and yet little would one of these people
mind a small thing like that."
-- "and so, Sir Knight, said Sir Marhaus, I have well felt that ye are a passing
good knight, and a marvelous man of might as ever I felt any, while it lasteth, and our
quarrels are not great, and therefore it were a pity to do you hurt, for I feel you are
passing feeble. Ah, said Sir Gawaine, gentle knight, ye say the word that I should say.
And therewith they took off their helms and either kissed other, and there they swore
together either to love other as brethren --"
But I lost the thread there, and dozed off to slumber, thinking about what a pity it
was that men with such superb strength -- strength enabling them to stand up cased in
cruelly burdensome iron and drenched with perspiration, and hack and batter and bang each
other for six hours on a stretch -- should not have been born at a time when they could
put it to some useful purpose. Take a jackass, for instance: a jackass has that kind of
strength, and puts it to a useful purpose, and is valuable to this world because he is a
jackass; but a nobleman is not valuable because he is a jackass. It is a mixture that is
always ineffectual, and should never have been attempted in the first place. And yet, once
you start a mistake, the trouble is done and you never know what is going to come of it.
When I came to myself again and began to listen, I perceived that I had lost another
chapter, and that Alisande had wandered a long way off with her people.
"And so they rode and came into a deep valley full of stones, and thereby they saw
a fair stream of water; above thereby was the head of the stream, a fair fountain, and
three damsels sitting thereby. In this country, said Sir Marhaus, came never knight since
it was christened, but he found strange adventures --"
"This is not good form, Alisande. Sir Marhaus the king's son of Ireland talks like
all the rest; you ought to give him a brogue, or at least a characteristic expletive; by
this means one would recognize him as soon as he spoke, without his ever being named. It
is a common literary device with the great authors. You should make him say, 'In this
country, be jabers, came never knight since it was christened, but he found strange
adventures, be jabers.' You see how much better that sounds."
-- "came never knight but he found strange adventures, be jabers. Of a truth it
doth indeed, fair lord, albeit 'tis passing hard to say, though peradventure that will not
tarry but better speed with usage. And then they rode to the damsels, and either saluted
other, and the eldest had a garland of gold about her head, and she was threescore winter
of age or more --"
"The DAMSEL was?"
"Even so, dear lord -- and her hair was white under the garland --"
"Celluloid teeth, nine dollars a set, as like as not -- the loose-fit kind, that
go up and down like a portcullis when you eat, and fall out when you laugh."
"The second damsel was of thirty winter of age, with a circlet of gold about her
head. The third damsel was but fifteen year of age --"
Billows of thought came rolling over my soul, and the voice faded out of my hearing!
I could not follow Alisande's further explanation of who our captured knights were, now
-- I mean in case she should ever get to explaining who they were. My interest was gone,
my thoughts were far away, and sad. By fitful glimpses of the drifting tale, caught here
and there and now and then, I merely noted in a vague way that each of these three knights
took one of these three damsels up behind him on his horse, and one rode north, another
east, the other south, to seek adventures, and meet again and lie, after year and day.
Year and day -- and without baggage. It was of a piece with the general simplicity of the
The sun was now setting. It was about three in the afternoon when Alisande had begun to
tell me who the cowboys were; so she had made pretty good progress with it -- for her. She
would arrive some time or other, no doubt, but she was not a person who could be hurried.
We were approaching a castle which stood on high ground; a huge, strong, venerable structure,
whose gray towers and battlements were charmingly draped with ivy, and whose whole
majestic mass was drenched with splendors flung from the sinking sun. It was the largest
castle we had seen, and so I thought it might be the one we were after, but Sandy said no.
She did not know who owned it; she said she had passed it without calling, when she went
down to Camelot.
The Celtic Hammer June 22, 1996