A connecticut yankee in king arthur`s court

ched me to tears, and it also nearly knocked me off my feet, too, when she smiled up in my face for an earned reward, and played her quaint and pretty surprise upon me:
“The name of one who was dear to thee is here preserved, here made holy, and the music of it will abide alway in our ears. Now thou`lt kiss me, as knowing the name I have given the child.”
But I didn`t know it, all the same. I hadn`t an idea in the world; but it would have been cruel to confess it and spoil her pretty game; so I never let on, but said:
“Yes, I know, sweethearthow dear and good it is of you, too! But I want to hear these lips of yours, which are also mine, utter it firstthen its music will be perfect.”
Pleased to the marrow, she murmured:
“HELLO-CENTRAL!”
I didn`t laugh I am always thankful for that but the strain ruptured every cartilage in me, and for weeks afterward I could hear my bones clack when I walked. She never found out her mistake. The first time she heard that form of salute used at the telephone she was surprised, and not pleased; but I told her I had given order for it: that henceforth and forever the telephone must always be invoked with that reverent formality, in perpetual honor and remembrance of my lost friend and her small namesake. This was not true. But it answered.
Well, during two weeks and a half we watched by the crib, and in our deep solicitude we were unconscious of any world outside of that sick-room. Then our reward came: the center of the universe turned the corner and began to mend. Grateful? It isn`t the term. There isn`t any term for it. You know that yourself, if you`ve watched your child through the Valley of the Shadow and seen it come back to life and sweep night out of the earth with one all-illuminating smile that you could cover with your hand.
Why, we were back in this world in one instant! Then we looked the same startled thought into each other`s eyes at the same moment; more than two weeks gone, and that ship not back yet!
In another minute I appeared in the presence of my train. They had been steeped in troubled bodings all this timetheir faces showed it. I called an escort and we galloped five miles to a hilltop overlooking the sea. Where was my great commerce that so lately had made these glistening expanses populous and beautiful with its white-winged flocks? Vanished, every one! Not a sail, from verge to verge, not a smoke-bankjust a dead and empty solitude, in place of all that brisk and breezy life.
I went swiftly back, saying not a word to anybody. I told Sandy this ghastly news. We could imagine no explanation that would begin to explain. Had there been an invasion? an earthquake? a pestilence? Had the nation been swept out of existence? But guessing was profitless. I must goat once. I borrowed the king`s navya “ship” no bigger than a steam launchand was soon ready.
The partingah, yes, that was hard. As I was devouring the child with last kisses, it brisked up and jabbered out its vocabulary! the first time in more than two weeks, and it made fools of us for joy. The darling mispronunciations of childhood!dear me, there`s no music that can touch it; and how one grieves when it wastes away and dissolves into correctness, knowing it will never visit his bereaved ear again. Well, how good it was to be able to carry that gracious memory away with me!
I approached England the next morning, with the wide highway of salt water all to myself. There were ships in the harbor, at Dover, but they were naked as to sails, and there was no sign of life about them. It was Sunday; yet at Canterbury the streets were empty; strangest of all, there was not even a priest in sight, and no stroke of a bell fell upon my ear. The mournfulness of death was everywhere. I couldn`t understand it. At last, in the further edge of that town I saw a small funeral procession just a family and a few friends following a coffinno priest; a funeral without bell, book, or candle; there was a church there close at hand, but they passed it by weeping, and did not enter it; I glanced up at the belfry, and there hung the bell, shrouded in black, and its tongue tied back. Now I knew! Now I understood the stupendous calamity that had overtaken England. Invasion? Invasion is a triviality to it. It was the INTERDICT!
I asked no questions; I didn`t need to ask any. The Church had struck; the thing for me to do was to get into a disguise, and go warily. One of my servants gave me a suit of clothes, and when we were safe beyond the town I put them on, and from that time I traveled alone; I could not risk the embarrassment of company.
A miserable journey. A desolate silence everywhere. Even in London itself. Traffic had ceased; men did not talk or laugh, or go in groups, or even in couples; they moved aimlessly about, each man by himself, with his head down, and woe and terror at his heart. The Tower showed recent war-scars. Verily, much had been happening.
Of course, I meant to take the train for Camelot. Train! Why, the station was as vacant as a cavern. I moved on. The journey to Camelot was a repetition of what I had already seen. The Monday and the Tuesday differed in no way from the Sunday. I arrived far in the night. From being the best electric-lighted town in the kingdom and the most like a recumbent sun of anything you ever saw, it was become simply a blota blot upon darknessthat is to say, it was darker and solider than the rest of the darkness, and so you could see it a little better; it made me feel as if maybe it was symbolicala sort of sign that the Church was going to keep the upper hand now, and snuff out all my beautiful civilization just like that. I found no life stirring in the somber streets. I groped my way with a heavy heart. The vast castle loomed black upon the hilltop, not a spark visible about it. The drawbridge was down, the great gate stood wide, I entered without challenge, my own heels making the only sound I heardand it was sepulchral enough, in those huge vacant courts.

Chapter 42.

I found Clarence alone in his quarters, drowned in melancholy; and in place of the electric light, he had reinstituted the ancient rag-lamp, and sat there in a grisly twilight with all curtains drawn tight. He sprang up and rushed for me eagerly, saying:
“Oh, it`s worth a billion milrays to look upon a live person again!”
He knew me as easily as if I hadn`t been disguised at all. Which frightened me; one may easily believe that.
“Quick, now, tell me the meaning of this fearful disaster,” I said. “How did it come about?”
“Well, if there hadn`t been any Queen Guenever, it wouldn`t have come so early; but it would have come, anyway. It would have come on your own account by and by; by luck, it happened to come on the queen`s.”
“And Sir Launcelot`s?”
“Just so.”
“Give me the details.”
“I reckon you will grant that during some years there has been only one pair of eyes in these kingdoms that has not been looking steadily askance at the queen and Sir Launcelot”
“Yes, King Arthur`s.”
“and only one heart that was without suspicion”
“Yesthe king`s; a heart that isn`t capable of thinking evil of a friend.”
“Well, the king might have gone on, still happy and unsuspecting, to the end of his days, but for one of your modern improvements the stock-board. When you left, three miles of the London, Canterbury and Dover were ready for the rails, and also ready and ripe for manipulation in the stock-market. It was wildcat, and everybody knew it. The stock was for sale at a give-away. What does Sir Launcelot do, but”
“Yes, I know; he quietly picked up nearly all of it for a song; then he bought about twice as much more, deliverable upon call; and he was about to call when I left.”
“Very well, he did call. The boys couldn`t deliver. Oh, he had themand he just settled his grip and squeezed them. They were laughing in their sleeves over their smartness in selling stock to him at 15 and 16 and along there that wasn`t worth 10. Well, when they had laughed long enough on that side of their mouths, they rested-up that side by shifting the laugh to the other side. That was when they compromised with the Invincible at 283!”
“Good land!”
“He skinned them alive, and they deserved itanyway, the whole kingdom rejoiced. Well, among the flayed were Sir Agravaine and Sir Mordred, nephews to the king. End of the first act. Act second, scene first, an apartment in Carlisle castle, where the court had gone for a few days` hunting. Persons present, the whole tribe of the king`s nephews. Mordred and Agravaine propose to call the guileless Arthur`s attention to Guenever and Sir Launcelot. Sir Gawaine, Sir Gareth, and Sir Gaheris will have nothing to do with it. A dispute ensues, with loud talk; in the midst of it enter the king. Mordred and Agravaine spring their devastating tale upon him. Tableau . A trap is laid for Launcelot, by the king`s command, and Sir Launcelot walks into it. He made it sufficiently uncomfortable for the ambushed witnessesto wit, Mordred, Agravaine, and twelve knights of lesser rank, for he killed every one of them but Mordred; but of course that couldn`t straighten matters between Launcelot and the king, and didn`t.”
“Oh, dear, only one thing could resultI see that. War, and the knights of the realm divided into a king`s party and a Sir Launcelot`s party.”
“Yesthat was the way of it. The king sent the queen to the stake, proposing to purify her with fire. Launcelot and his knights rescued her, and in doing it slew certain good old friends of yours and minein fact, some of the best we ever had; to wit, Sir Belias le Orgulous, Sir Segwarides, Sir Griflet le Fils de Dieu, Sir Brandiles, Sir Aglovale”
“Oh, you tear out my heartstrings.”
“wait, I`m not done yetSir Tor, Sir Gauter, Sir Gillimer”
“The very best man in my subordinate nine. What a handy right-fielder he was!”
“Sir Reynold`s three brothers, Sir Damus, Sir Priamus, Sir Kay the Stranger”
“My peerless short-stop! I`ve seen him catch…