第2章 Chapter 2(1)

King Arthur's Court THE moment I got a chance I slipped aside privately and touched an ancient common looking man on the shoulder and said,in an insinuating,confidential way:

"Friend,do me a kindness.Do you belong to the asylum,or are you just on a visit or something like that?"He looked me over stupidly,and said:

"Marry,fair sir,me seemeth --"

"That will do,"I said;"I reckon you are a patient."I moved away,cogitating,and at the same time keeping an eye out for any chance passenger in his right mind that might come along and give me some light.I judged I had found one,presently;so I drew him aside and said in his ear:

"If I could see the head keeper a minute --only just a minute --""Prithee do not let me."

"Let you WHAT?"

"HINDER me,then,if the word please thee better.Then he went on to say he was an under-cook and could not stop to gossip,though he would like it another time;for it would comfort his very liver to know where I got my clothes.As he started away he pointed and said yonder was one who was idle enough for my purpose,and was seeking me besides,no doubt.

This was an airy slim boy in shrimp-colored tights that made him look like a forked carrot,the rest of his gear was blue silk and dainty laces and ruffles;and he had long yellow curls,and wore a plumed pink satin cap tilted complacently over his ear.By his look,he was good-natured;by his gait,he was satisfied with himself.He was pretty enough to frame.

He arrived,looked me over with a smiling and impudent curiosity;said he had come for me,and informed me that he was a page.

"Go 'long,"I said;"you ain't more than a paragraph."It was pretty severe,but I was nettled.However,it never phazed him;he didn't appear to know he was hurt.He began to talk and laugh,in happy,thoughtless,boyish fashion,as we walked along,and made himself old friends with me at once;asked me all sorts of questions about myself and about my clothes,but never waited for an answer --always chattered straight ahead,as if he didn't know he had asked a question and wasn't expecting any reply,until at last he happened to mention that he was born in the beginning of the year 513.

It made the cold chills creep over me!I stopped and said,a little faintly:

"Maybe I didn't hear you just right.Say it again --and say it slow.

What year was it?"

"513."

"513!You don't look it!Come,my boy,I am a stranger and friendless;be honest and honorable with me.Are you in your right mind?"He said he was.

"Are these other people in their right minds?"He said they were.

"And this isn't an asylum?I mean,it isn't a place where they cure crazy people?"He said it wasn't.

"Well,then,"I said,"either I am a lunatic,or something just as awful has happened.Now tell me,honest and true,where am I?""IN KING ARTHUR'S COURT."

I waited a minute,to let that idea shudder its way home,and then said:

"And according to your notions,what year is it now?""528--nineteenth of June."

I felt a mournful sinking at the heart,and muttered:"I shall never see my friends again --never,never again.They will not be born for more than thirteen hundred years yet."I seemed to believe the boy,I didn't know why.SOMETHING in me seemed to believe him --my consciousness,as you may say;but my reason didn't.

My reason straightway began to clamor;that was natural.I didn't know how to go about satisfying it,because I knew that the testimony of men wouldn't serve --my reason would say they were lunatics,and throw out their evidence.But all of a sudden I stumbled on the very thing,just by luck.I knew that the only total eclipse of the sun in the first half of the sixth century occurred on the 21st of June,A.D.528,O.S.,and began at 3minutes after 12noon.I also knew that no total eclipse of the sun was due in what to ME was the present year --i.e.,1879.So,if I could keep my anxiety and curiosity from eating the heart out of me for forty-eight hours,I should then find out for certain whether this boy was telling me the truth or not.

Wherefore,being a practical Connecticut man,I now shoved this whole problem clear out of my mind till its appointed day and hour should come,in order that I might turn all my attention to the circumstances of the present moment,and be alert and ready to make the most out of them that could be made.One thing at a time,is my motto --and just play that thing for all it is worth,even if it's only two pair and a jack.I made up my mind to two things:if it was still the nineteenth century and I was among lunatics and couldn't get away,I would presently boss that asylum or know the reason why;and if,on the other hand,it was really the sixth century,all right,I didn't want any softer thing:I would boss the whole country inside of three months;for I judged I would have the start of the best-educated man in the kingdom by a matter of thirteen hundred years and upward.I'm not a man to waste time after my mind's made up and there's work on hand;so I said to the page:

"Now,Clarence,my boy --if that might happen to be your name --I'll get you to post me up a little if you don't mind.What is the name of that apparition that brought me here?""My master and thine?That is the good knight and great lord Sir Kay the Seneschal,foster brother to our liege the king.""Very good;go on,tell me everything."