INASMUCH as I was now the second personage in the Kingdom, as far as
political power and authorty were concerned, much was made of me. My raiment was
of silks and velvets and cloth of gold, and by consequence was very showy, also
uncomfortable. But habit would soon reconcile me to my clothes; I was aware of
that. I was given the choicest suite of apartments in the castle, after the
king's. They were aglow with loud-colored silken hangings, but the stone floors
had nothing but rushes on them for a carpet, and they were misfit rushes at
that, being not all of one breed. As for conveniences, properly speaking, there
weren't any. I mean LITTLE conveniences; it is the little conveniences that make
the real comfort of life. The big oaken chairs, graced with rude carvings, were
well enough, but that was the stopping place. There was no soap, no matches, no
looking-glass -- except a metal one, about as powerful as a pail of water. And
not a chromo. I had been used to chromos for years, and I saw now that without
my suspecting it a passion for art had got worked into the fabric of my being,
and was become a part of me. It made me homesick to look around over this proud
and gaudy but heartless barrenness and remember that in our house in East
Hartford, all unpretending as it was, you couldn't go into a room but you would
find an insurance-chromo, or at least a three-color God-Bless-Our-Home over the
door; and in the parlor we had nine. But here, even in my grand room of state,
there wasn't anything in the nature of a picture except a thing the size of a
bedquilt, which was either woven or knitted (it had darned places in it), and
nothing in it was the right color or the right shape; and as for proportions,
even Raphael himself couldn't have botched them more formidably, after all his
practice on those nightmares they call his "celebrated Hampton Court cartoons."
Raphael was a bird. We had several of his chromos; one was his "Miraculous
Draught of Fishes," where he puts in a miracle of his own -- puts three men into
a canoe which wouldn't have held a dog without upsetting. I always admired to
study R.'s art, it was so fresh and unconventional.
There wasn't even a bell or a speaking-tube in the castle. I had a great many
servants, and those that were on duty lolled in the anteroom; and when I wanted
one of them I had to go and call for him. There was no gas, there were no
candles; a bronze dish half full of boarding-house butter with a blazing rag
floating in it was the thing that produced what was regarded as light. A lot of
these hung along the walls and modified the dark, just toned it down enough to
make it dismal. If you went out at night, your servants carried torches. There
were no books, pens, paper or ink, and no glass in the openings they believed to
be windows. It is a little thing -- glass is -- until it is absent, then it
becomes a big thing. But perhaps the worst of all was, that there wasn't any
sugar, coffee, tea, or tobacco. I saw that I was just another Robinson Crusoe
cast away on an uninhabited island, with no society but some more or less tame
animals, and if I wanted to make life bearable I must do as he did -- invent,
contrive, create, reorganize things; set brain and hand to work, and keep them
busy. Well, that was in my line.
One thing troubled me along at first -- the immense interest which people
took in me. Apparently the whole nation wanted a look at me. It soon transpired
that the eclipse had scared the British world almost to death; that while it
lasted the whole country, from one end to the other, was in a pitiable state of
panic, and the churches, hermitages, and monkeries overflowed with praying and
weeping poor creatures who thought the end of the world was come. Then had
followed the news that the producer of this awful event was a stranger, a mighty
magician at Arthur's court; that he could have blown out the sun like a candle,
and was just going to do it when his mercy was purchased, and he then dissolved
his enchantments, and was now recognized and honored as the man who had by his
unaided might saved the globe from destruction and its peoples from extinction.
Now if you consider that everybody believed that, and not only believed it, but
never even dreamed of doubting it, you will easily understand that there was not
a person in all Britain that would not have walked fifty miles to get a sight of
me. Of course I was all the talk -- all other subjects were dropped; even the
king became suddenly a person of minor interest and notoriety. Within twentyfour
hours the delegations began to arrive, and from that time onward for a fortnight
they kept coming. The village was crowded, and all the countryside. I had to go
out a dozen times a day and show myself to these reverent and awe-stricken
multitudes. It came to be a great burden, as to time and trouble, but of course
it was at the same time compensatingly agreeable to be so celebrated and such a
center of homage. It turned Brer Merlin green with envy and spite, which was a
great satisfaction to me. But there was one thing I couldn't understand --
nobody had asked for an autograph. I spoke to Clarence about it. By George! I
had to explain to him what it was. Then he said nobody in the country could read
or write but a few dozen priests. Land! think of that.
There was another thing that troubled me a little. Those multitudes presently
began to agitate for another miracle. That was natural. To be able to carry back
to their far homes the boast that they had seen the man who could command the
sun, riding in the heavens, and be obeyed, would make them great in the eyes of
their neighbors, and envied by them all; but to be able to also say they had
seen him work a miracle themselves -- why, people would come a distance to see
THEM. The pressure got to be pretty strong. There was going to be an eclipse of
the moon, and I knew the date and hour, but it was too far away. Two years. I
would have given a good deal for license to hurry it up and use it now when
there was a big market for it. It seemed a great pity to have it wasted so, and
come lagging along at a time when a body wouldn't have any use for it, as like
as not. If it had been booked for only a month away, I could have sold it short;
but, as matters stood, I couldn't seem to cipher out any way to make it do me
any good, so I gave up trying. Next, Clarence found that old Merlin was making
himself busy on the sly among those people. He was spreading a report that I was
a humbug, and that the reason I didn't accommodate the people with a miracle was
because I couldn't. I saw that I must do something. I presently thought out a
plan.
By my authority as executive I threw Merlin into prison -- the same cell I
had occupied myself. Then I gave public notice by herald and trumpet that I
should be busy with affairs of state for a fortnight, but about the end of that
time I would take a moment's leisure and blow up Merlin's stone tower by fires
from heaven; in the meantime, whoso listened to evil reports about me, let him
beware. Furthermore, I would perform but this one miracle at this time, and no
more; if it failed to satisfy and any murmured, I would turn the murmurers into
horses, and make them useful. Quiet ensued.
I took Clarence into my confidence, to a certain degree, and we went to work
privately. I told him that this was a sort of miracle that required a trifle of
preparation, and that it would be sudden death to ever talk about these
preparations to anybody. That made his mouth safe enough. Clandestinely we made
a few bushels of first-rate blasting powder, and I superintended my armorers
while they constructed a lightningrod and some wires. This old stone tower was
very massive -- and rather ruinous, too, for it was Roman, and four hundred
years old. Yes, and handsome, after a rude fashion, and clothed with ivy from
base to summit, as with a shirt of scale mail. It stood on a lonely eminence, in
good view from the castle, and about half a mile away.
Working by night, we stowed the powder in the tower -- dug stones out, on the
inside, and buried the powder in the walls themselves, which were fifteen feet
thick at the base. We put in a peck at a time, in a dozen places. We could have
blown up the Tower of London with these charges. When the thirteenth night was
come we put up our lightning-rod, bedded it in one of the batches of powder, and
ran wires from it to the other batches. Everybody had shunned that locality from
the day of my proclamation, but on the morning of the fourteenth I thought best
to warn the people, through the heralds, to keep clear away -- a quarter of a
mile away. Then added, by command, that at some time during the twenty-four
hours I would consummate the miracle, but would first give a brief notice; by
flags on the castle towers if in the daytime, by torch-baskets in the same
places if at night.
Thunder-showers had been tolerably frequent of late, and I was not much
afraid of a failure; still, I shouldn't have cared for a delay of a day or two;
I should have explained that I was busy with affairs of state yet, and the
people must wait.
Of course, we had a blazing sunny day -- almost the first one without a cloud
for three weeks; things always happen so. I kept secluded, and watched the
weather. Clarence dropped in from time to time and said the public excitement
was growing and growing all the time, and the whole country filling up with
human masses as far as one could see from the battlements. At last the wind
sprang up and a cloud appeared -- in the right quarter, too, and just at
nightfall. For a little while I watched that distant cloud spread and blacken,
then I judged it was time for me to appear. I ordered the torch-baskets to be
lit, and Merlin liberated and sent to me. A quarter of an hour later I ascended
the parapet and there found the king and the court assembled and gazing off in
the darkness toward Merlin's Tower. Already the darkness was so heavy that one
could not see far; these people and the old turrets, being partly in deep shadow
and partly in the red glow from the great torch-baskets overhead, made a good
deal of a picture.
Merlin arrived in a gloomy mood. I said:
"You wanted to burn me alive when I had not done you any harm, and latterly
you have been trying to injure my professional reputation. Therefore I am going
to call down fire and blow up your tower, but it is only fair to give you a
chance; now if you think you can break my enchantments and ward off the fires,
step to the bat, it's your innings."
"I can, fair sir, and I will. Doubt it not."
He drew an imaginary circle on the stones of the roof, and burnt a pinch of
powder in it, which sent up a small cloud of aromatic smoke, whereat everybody
fell back and began to cross themselves and get uncomfortable. Then he began to
mutter and make passes in the air with his hands. He worked himself up slowly
and gradually into a sort of frenzy, and got to thrashing around with his arms
like the sails of a windmill. By this time the storm had about reached us; the
gusts of wind were flaring the torches and making the shadows swash about, the
first heavy drops of rain were falling, the world abroad was black as pitch, the
lightning began to wink fitfully. Of course, my rod would be loading itself now.
In fact, things were imminent. So I said:
"You have had time enough. I have given you every advantage, and not
interfered. It is plain your magic is weak. It is only fair that I begin now."
I made about three passes in the air, and then there was an awful crash and
that old tower leaped into the sky in chunks, along with a vast volcanic
fountain of fire that turned night to noonday, and showed a thousand acres of
human beings groveling on the ground in a general collapse of consternation.
Well, it rained mortar and masonry the rest of the week. This was the report;
but probably the facts would have modified it.
It was an effective miracle. The great bothersome temporary population
vanished. There were a good many thousand tracks in the mud the next morning,
but they were all outward bound. If I had advertised another miracle I couldn't
have raised an audience with a sheriff.
Merlin's stock was flat. The king wanted to stop his wages; he even wanted to
banish him, but I interfered. I said he would be useful to work the weather, and
attend to small matters like that, and I would give him a lift now and then when
his poor little parlormagic soured on him. There wasn't a rag of his tower left,
but I had the government rebuild it for him, and advised him to take boarders;
but he was too hightoned for that. And as for being grateful, he never even said
thank you. He was a rather hard lot, take him how you might; but then you
couldn't fairly expect a man to be sweet that had been set back so.
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