A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
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Mark Twain. A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
Preface
A WORD OF EXPLANATION
HOW SIR LAUNCELOT SLEW TWO GIANTS, AND MADE A CASTLE FREE
THE STRANGER'S HISTORY
Part 1. THE TALE OF THE LOST LAND
CHAPTER I. CAMELOT
CHAPTER II. KING ARTHUR'S COURT
CHAPTER III. KNIGHTS OF THE TABLE ROUND
CHAPTER IV. SIR DINADAN THE HUMORIST
CHAPTER V. AN INSPIRATION
CHAPTER VI. THE ECLIPSE
Part 2
CHAPTER VII. MERLIN'S TOWER
CHAPTER VIII. THE BOSS
CHAPTER IX. THE TOURNAMENT
CHAPTER X. BEGINNINGS OF CIVILIZATION
CHAPTER XI. THE YANKEE IN SEARCH OF ADVENTURES
Part 3
CHAPTER XII. SLOW TORTURE
CHAPTER XIII. FREEMEN
CHAPTER XIV "DEFEND THEE, LORD"
CHAPTER XV. SANDY'S TALE
CHAPTER XVI. MORGAN LE FAY
Part 4
CHAPTER XVII. A ROYAL BANQUET
CHAPTER XVIII. IN THE QUEEN'S DUNGEONS
CHAPTER XIX. KNIGHT-ERRANTRY AS A TRADE
CHAPTER XX. THE OGRE'S CASTLE
CHAPTER XXI. THE PILGRIMS
CHAPTER XXII. THE HOLY FOUNTAIN
Part 5
CHAPTER XXIII. RESTORATION OF THE FOUNTAIN
CHAPTER XXIV. A RIVAL MAGICIAN
CHAPTER XXV. A COMPETITIVE EXAMINATION
CHAPTER XXVI. THE FIRST NEWSPAPER
Part 6
CHAPTER XXVII. THE YANKEE AND THE KING TRAVEL INCOGNITO
CHAPTER XXVIII. DRILLING THE KING
CHAPTER XXIX. THE SMALLPOX HUT
CHAPTER XXX. THE TRAGEDY OF THE MANOR-HOUSE
CHAPTER XXXI. MARCO
Part 7
CHAPTER XXXII. DOWLEY'S HUMILIATION
CHAPTER XXXIII. SIXTH CENTURY POLITICAL ECONOMY
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE YANKEE AND THE KING SOLD AS SLAVES
CHAPTER XXXV. A PITIFUL INCIDENT
Part 8
CHAPTER XXXVI. AN ENCOUNTER IN THE DARK
CHAPTER XXXVII. AN AWFUL PREDICAMENT
CHAPTER XXXVIII. SIR LAUNCELOT AND KNIGHTS TO THE RESCUE
CHAPTER XXXIX. THE YANKEE'S FIGHT WITH THE KNIGHTS
CHAPTER XL. THREE YEARS LATER
Part 9
CHAPTER XLI. THE INTERDICT
CHAPTER XLII. WAR!
CHAPTER XLIII. THE BATTLE OF THE SAND BELT
CHAPTER XLIV. A POSTSCRIPT BY CLARENCE
FINAL P.S. BY M.T
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It was in Warwick Castle that I came across the curious stranger whom I am going to talk about. He attracted me by three things: his candid simplicity, his marvelous familiarity with ancient armor, and the restfulness of his company—for he did all the talking. We fell together, as modest people will, in the tail of the herd that was being shown through, and he at once began to say things which interested me. As he talked along, softly, pleasantly, flowingly, he seemed to drift away imperceptibly out of this world and time, and into some remote era and old forgotten country; and so he gradually wove such a spell about me that I seemed to move among the specters and shadows and dust and mold of a gray antiquity, holding speech with a relic of it! Exactly as I would speak of my nearest personal friends or enemies, or my most familiar neighbors, he spoke of Sir Bedivere, Sir Bors de Ganis, Sir Launcelot of the Lake, Sir Galahad, and all the other great names of the Table Round—and how old, old, unspeakably old and faded and dry and musty and ancient he came to look as he went on! Presently he turned to me and said, just as one might speak of the weather, or any other common matter—
"You know about transmigration of souls; do you know about transposition of epochs—and bodies?"
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"Ah, Clarence, good boy, only friend I've got,—for you are my friend, aren't you?—don't fail me; help me to devise some way of escaping from this place!"
"Now do but hear thyself! Escape? Why, man, the corridors are in guard and keep of men-at-arms."
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