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PART 3: CHAPTER XIV "DEFEND THEE, LORD"
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.