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A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur'

Chapter 8 The Boss

Word Count: 2226    |    Released on: 18/11/2017

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

ies; 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 fullsized fellow visible. I was a Unique; and glad to know that that fact could not be dislodged or challenged for thirt

d 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 somebody e

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

d titles, are of no good but to be laughed at. The way I was looked upon was odd, but it was natural. You know how the keeper and the public regard the elephant in the menagerie: well, that is the idea. They are full of admiration of his vast bulk and his prodigious strength; they speak with pride of the fact that he can do a hundred marvels which 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 conceiv

d (to the commoner) humility, obedience to superiors, the beauty of self-sacrifice; she preached (to the commoner) meekness under insult; preached (still to the commoner, always to the commoner) patience, meanness of spirit, non-resistance under oppression; and she introduced heritable ranks and aristocracies, and taught all the Christian populations of the earth to bow down to them and worship them. Even down to my birth-century that poison was still in the blood of Christendom, and the best of English commoners was still content to see his inferiors impudently continuing to hold a number of positions, such as lordships and the throne, to whi

here were times when HE could sit down in the king's presence, but 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 cours

rl, or the bishop, how could anybody tell which one you meant? But

upon 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

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1 Preface2 A Word Of Explanation3 Chapter 1 Camelot4 Chapter 2 King Arthur's Court5 Chapter 3 Knights Of The Table Round6 Chapter 4 Sir Dinadan The Humorist7 Chapter 5 An Inspiration8 Chapter 6 The Eclipse9 Chapter 7 Merlin's Tower10 Chapter 8 The Boss11 Chapter 9 The Tournament12 Chapter 10 Beginnings Of Civilization13 Chapter 11 The Yankee In Search Of Adventures14 Chapter 12 Slow Torture15 Chapter 13 Freemen16 Chapter 14 Defend Thee,Lord 17 Chapter 15 Sandy's Tale18 Chapter 16 Morgan Le Fay19 Chapter 17 A Royal Banquet20 Chapter 18 In The Queen's Dungeons21 Chapter 19 Knight-Errantry As A Trade22 Chapter 20 The Ogre's Castle23 Chapter 21 The Pilgrims24 Chapter 22 The Holy Fountain25 Chapter 23 Restoration Of The Fountain26 Chapter 24 A Rival Magician27 Chapter 25 A Competitive Examination28 Chapter 26 The First Newspaper29 Chapter 27 The Yankee And The King Travel Incognito30 Chapter 28 Drilling The King31 Chapter 29 The Smallpox Hut32 Chapter 30 The Tragedy Of The Manor-house33 Chapter 31 Marco34 Chapter 32 Dowley's Humiliation35 Chapter 33 Sixth Century Political Economy36 Chapter 34 The Yankee and The King Sold As Slaves37 Chapter 35 A Pitiful Incident38 Chapter 36 An Eccounter In The Dark39 Chapter 37 An Awful Predicament40 Chapter 38 Sir Launcelot and Knights To The Rescue41 Chapter 39 The Yankee's Fight With The Knights42 Chapter 40 Three Years Later43 Chapter 41 The Interdict44 Chapter 42 War!45 Chapter 43 The Battle Of The Sand Belt46 Chapter 44 A Postscript By Clarence47 Chapter 45 The End Of The Manuscript