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A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court

Chapter 6 THE BOSS

Word Count: 2216    |    Released on: 27/11/2017

solidified my power, and made it impregnable. If any were perchance disposed to be jealous and critical before that, they experienc

hur's court, not a lunatic asylum. After that, I was just as much at home in that century as I could have been in any other; and as for preference, I wouldn't have traded it for the twentieth. Look at the opportunities here for a man of knowledge, brains, pluck, and enterprise to sail in and grow up with the country. The g

s it might be Joseph's case; and Joseph's only approached it, it didn't equal it, quite. For it stands to reason that as Joseph's splendid financial ingenuities advantaged nobody bu

ries; and I could note the upspringing of adventurers like myself in the shelter of its long array of thrones: De Montforts, Gavestons, Mortimers, Villierses; the war-making, campaign-directing wantons of France, and Charles the Second's scepter-wielding drabs; but nowhere in the procession was my full-sized fellow visible. I was a Unique; and glad to know that that fact could not be dislodged or challenged for th

nd Church and noble than a slave has to love and honor the lash, or a dog has to love and honor the stranger that kicks him! Why, dear me, any kind of royalty, howsoever modified, any kind of aristocracy, howsoever pruned, is rightly an insult; but if you are born and brought up under that sort of arrangement you probably never find it out for yourself, and don't believe it when somebod

ne object, and one only: to grovel before king and Church and noble; to slave for them, sweat blood for them, starve that they might be fed, work that they might play, drink misery to the dregs that they might be happy, go naked that they might wear silks and jewels, pay taxes that they might be spared from payin

are far and away beyond their own powers; and they speak with the same pride of the fact that in his wrath he is able to drive a thousand men before him. But does that make him one of them ? No; the raggedest tramp in the pit would smile at the idea. He couldn't comprehend it; couldn't take it in; couldn't in any remote way conceive of it. Well, to the king, the nobles, and all the nation, down to the very slaves and tramps, I was just that kind of an elephant, and nothing more. I was admired, also feared; but it was as an animal is admired and feared. The animal is not reverenced, neither was I; I was not even respected. I had no pedigree, no inherited title; so in the king's and nobles' eyes I was mere dirt; the people regarded me with wonder and awe, but there was no reverence mixed with it; through the force of inherited ideas they were not able to conceive of anything being entitled to that except pedigree and lordship. There you see the hand of that awful power, the Roman Catholic Church. In two or three little

him to aspire; in fact, he was not merely contented with this strange condition of things, he was even able to persuade himself that he was proud of it. It seems to show that there isn't anything you can't stand, if you are only born and bred to it. Of course that taint, that reverence for rank an

I couldn't. I could have got a title easily enough, and that would have raised me a large step in everybody's eyes; even in the king's, the giver of it. But I didn't ask for it; and I declined it when it was offered. I couldn't have enjoyed such a thing with my notions; and it wouldn't have been fair, anyway, because as far back as I could go, our tribe had always been short of the bar sinister. I couldn't have felt really and satisfactorily fine and proud and set-up over any title except one that should come from the nation itself, the only legitimate source; and such an one I hoped to win; and in the course of years of honest and honorable endeavor, I did win it and did wear it with a high and clean pride. This title fell casually from t

pon him and his nobles-privately. And he and they liked me, and respected my office; but as an animal, without birth or sham title, they looked down upon me-and were not particularly pr

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1 Chapter 1 KING ARTHUR’S COURT2 Chapter 2 KNIGHTS OF THE TABLE ROUND3 Chapter 3 AN INSPIRATION4 Chapter 4 THE ECLIPSE5 Chapter 5 MERLIN’S TOWER6 Chapter 6 THE BOSS7 Chapter 7 THE TOURNAMENT8 Chapter 8 BEGINNINGS OF CIVILIZATION9 Chapter 9 THE YANKEE IN SEARCH OF ADVENTURES10 Chapter 10 FREEMEN11 Chapter 11 “DEFEND THEE, LORD”12 Chapter 12 SANDY’S TALE13 Chapter 13 MORGAN LE FAY14 Chapter 14 A ROYAL BANQUET15 Chapter 15 IN THE QUEEN’S DUNGEONS16 Chapter 16 KNIGHT-ERRANTRY AS A TRADE17 Chapter 17 THE OGRE’S CASTLE18 Chapter 18 THE PILGRIMS19 Chapter 19 THE HOLY FOUNTAIN20 Chapter 20 RESTORATION OF THE FOUNTAIN21 Chapter 21 A RIVAL MAGICIAN22 Chapter 22 A COMPETITIVE EXAMINATION23 Chapter 23 THE FIRST NEWSPAPER24 Chapter 24 THE YANKEE AND THE KING TRAVEL INCOGNITO25 Chapter 25 DRILLING THE KING26 Chapter 26 THE SMALLPOX HUT27 Chapter 27 THE TRAGEDY OF THE MANOR-HOUSE28 Chapter 28 MARCO29 Chapter 29 DOWLEY’S HUMILIATION30 Chapter 30 SIXTH CENTURY POLITICAL ECONOMY31 Chapter 31 THE YANKEE AND THE KING SOLD AS SLAVES32 Chapter 32 A PITIFUL INCIDENT33 Chapter 33 AN ENCOUNTER IN THE DARK34 Chapter 34 AN AWFUL PREDICAMENT35 Chapter 35 SIR LAUNCELOT AND KNIGHTS TO THE RESCUE36 Chapter 36 THE YANKEE’S FIGHT WITH THE KNIGHTS37 Chapter 37 THREE YEARS LATER38 Chapter 38 THE INTERDICT39 Chapter 39 WAR!40 Chapter 40 THE BATTLE OF THE SAND BELT41 Chapter 41 A POSTSCRIPT BY CLARENCE42 Chapter 42 WAR!43 Chapter 43 THE BATTLE OF THE SAND BELT44 Chapter 44 A POSTSCRIPT BY CLARENCE