I PAID 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 they?"
"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.
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