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Chapter 42 – War!

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I FOUND Clarence alone in his quarters, drowned in
melancholy; and in place of the electric light, he
had reinstituted the ancient rag-lamp, and sat there in
a grisly twilight with all curtains drawn tight. He
sprang up and rushed for me eagerly, saying:

“Oh, it’s worth a billion milrays to look upon a
live person again!”

He knew me as easily as if I hadn’t been disguised
at all. Which frightened me; one may easily believe
that.

“Quick, now, tell me the meaning of this fearful
disaster,” I said. “How did it come about?”

“Well, if there hadn’t been any Queen Guenever, it
wouldn’t have come so early; but it would have come,
anyway. It would have come on your own account
by and by; by luck, it happened to come on the
queen’s.”

“AND Sir Launcelot’s?”

“Just so.”

“Give me the details.”

“I reckon you will grant that during some years
there has been only one pair of eyes in these kingdoms
that has not been looking steadily askance at the queen
and Sir Launcelot –”

“Yes, King Arthur’s.”

“– and only one heart that was without suspicion –”

“Yes — the king’s; a heart that isn’t capable of
thinking evil of a friend.”

“Well, the king might have gone on, still happy
and unsuspecting, to the end of his days, but for one
of your modern improvements — the stock-board.
When you left, three miles of the London, Canterbury
and Dover were ready for the rails, and also ready and
ripe for manipulation in the stock-market. It was
wildcat, and everybody knew it. The stock was for
sale at a give-away. What does Sir Launcelot do,
but –”

“Yes, I know; he quietly picked up nearly all of it
for a song; then he bought about twice as much more,
deliverable upon call; and he was about to call when I
left.”

“Very well, he did call. The boys couldn’t deliver. Oh, he had them — and he just settled his grip
and squeezed them. They were laughing in their
sleeves over their smartness in selling stock to him at
15 and 16 and along there that wasn’t worth 10.
Well, when they had laughed long enough on that
side of their mouths, they rested-up that side by shifting the laugh to the other side. That was when they
compromised with the Invincible at 283!”

“Good land!”

“He skinned them alive, and they deserved it —
anyway, the whole kingdom rejoiced. Well, among
the flayed were Sir Agravaine and Sir Mordred,
nephews to the king. End of the first act. Act
second, scene first, an apartment in Carlisle castle,
where the court had gone for a few days’ hunting.
Persons present, the whole tribe of the king’s nephews.
Mordred and Agravaine propose to call the guileless
Arthur’s attention to Guenever and Sir Launcelot. Sir
Gawaine, Sir Gareth, and Sir Gaheris will have nothing
to do with it. A dispute ensues, with loud talk; in
the midst of it enter the king. Mordred and Agravaine
spring their devastating tale upon him. TABLEAU. A
trap is laid for Launcelot, by the king’s command, and
Sir Launcelot walks into it. He made it sufficiently
uncomfortable for the ambushed witnesses — to wit,
Mordred, Agravaine, and twelve knights of lesser rank,
for he killed every one of them but Mordred; but of
course that couldn’t straighten matters between Launcelot and the king, and didn’t.”

“Oh, dear, only one thing could result — I see that.
War, and the knights of the realm divided into a king’s
party and a Sir Launcelot’s party.”

“Yes — that was the way of it. The king sent the
queen to the stake, proposing to purify her with fire.
Launcelot and his knights rescued her, and in doing it
slew certain good old friends of yours and mine — in
fact, some of the best we ever had; to wit, Sir Belias le
Orgulous, Sir Segwarides, Sir Griflet le Fils de Dieu,
Sir Brandiles, Sir Aglovale –”

“Oh, you tear out my heartstrings.”

“– wait, I’m not done yet — Sir Tor, Sir Gauter,
Sir Gillimer –”

“The very best man in my subordinate nine.
What a handy right-fielder he was!”

“– Sir Reynold’s three brothers, Sir Damus, Sir
Priamus, Sir Kay the Stranger –”

“My peerless short-stop! I’ve seen him catch a
daisy-cutter in his teeth. Come, I can’t stand this!”

“– Sir Driant, Sir Lambegus, Sir Herminde, Sir
Pertilope, Sir Perimones, and — whom do you think?”

“Rush! Go on.”

“Sir Gaheris, and Sir Gareth — both!”

“Oh, incredible! Their love for Launcelot was indestructible.”

“Well, it was an accident. They were simply onlookers; they were unarmed, and were merely there to
witness the queen’s punishment. Sir Launcelot smote
down whoever came in the way of his blind fury, and
he killed these without noticing who they were. Here
is an instantaneous photograph one of our boys got of
the battle; it’s for sale on every news-stand. There
— the figures nearest the queen are Sir Launcelot with
his sword up, and Sir Gareth gasping his latest breath.
You can catch the agony in the queen’s face through
the curling smoke. It’s a rattling battle-picture.”

“Indeed, it is. We must take good care of it; its
historical value is incalculable. Go on.”

“Well, the rest of the tale is just war, pure and
simple. Launcelot retreated to his town and castle of
Joyous Gard, and gathered there a great following of
knights. The king, with a great host, went there, and
there was desperate fighting during several days, and,
as a result, all the plain around was paved with corpses
and cast-iron. Then the Church patched up a peace
between Arthur and Launcelot and the queen and
everybody — everybody but Sir Gawaine. He was
bitter about the slaying of his brothers, Gareth and
Gaheris, and would not be appeased. He notified
Launcelot to get him thence, and make swift preparation, and look to be soon attacked. So Launcelot
sailed to his Duchy of Guienne with his following, and
Gawaine soon followed with an army, and he beguiled
Arthur to go with him. Arthur left the kingdom in
Sir Mordred’s hands until you should return –”

“Ah — a king’s customary wisdom!”

“Yes. Sir Mordred set himself at once to work to
make his kingship permanent. He was going to marry
Guenever, as a first move; but she fled and shut herself up in the Tower of London. Mordred attacked;
the Bishop of Canterbury dropped down on him with
the Interdict. The king returned; Mordred fought
him at Dover, at Canterbury, and again at Barham
Down. Then there was talk of peace and a composition. Terms, Mordred to have Cornwall and Kent
during Arthur’s life, and the whole kingdom afterward.”

“Well, upon my word! My dream of a republic to
BE a dream, and so remain.”

“Yes. The two armies lay near Salisbury. Gawaine — Gawaine’s head is at Dover Castle, he fell in
the fight there — Gawaine appeared to Arthur in a
dream, at least his ghost did, and warned him to refrain from conflict for a month, let the delay cost what
it might. But battle was precipitated by an accident.
Arthur had given order that if a sword was raised
during the consultation over the proposed treaty with
Mordred, sound the trumpet and fall on! for he had
no confidence in Mordred. Mordred had given a
similar order to HIS people. Well, by and by an
adder bit a knight’s heel; the knight forgot all about
the order, and made a slash at the adder with his
sword. Inside of half a minute those two prodigious
hosts came together with a crash! They butchered
away all day. Then the king — however, we have
started something fresh since you left — our paper
has.”

“No? What is that?”

“War correspondence!”

“Why, that’s good.”

“Yes, the paper was booming right along, for the
Interdict made no impression, got no grip, while the
war lasted. I had war correspondents with both
armies. I will finish that battle by reading you what
one of the boys says:

Then the king looked about him, and then was he
ware of all his host and of all his good knights
were left no more on live but two knights, that
was Sir Lucan de Butlere, and his brother Sir
Bedivere: and they were full sore wounded. Jesu
mercy, said the king, where are all my noble
knights becomen? Alas that ever I should see this
doleful day. For now, said Arthur, I am come to
mine end. But would to God that I wist where were
that traitor Sir Mordred, that hath caused all
this mischief. Then was King Arthur ware where Sir
Mordred leaned upon his sword among a great heap
of dead men. Now give me my spear, said Arthur
unto Sir Lucan, for yonder I have espied the
traitor that all this woe hath wrought. Sir, let
him be, said Sir Lucan, for he is unhappy; and if
ye pass this unhappy day, ye shall be right well
revenged upon him. Good lord, remember ye of your
night’s dream, and what the spirit of Sir Gawaine
told you this night, yet God of his great goodness
hath preserved you hitherto. Therefore, for God’s
sake, my lord, leave off by this. For blessed be
God ye have won the field: for here we be three
on live, and with Sir Mordred is none on live.
And if ye leave off now, this wicked day of
destiny is past. Tide me death, betide me life,
saith the king, now I see him yonder alone, he
shall never escape mine hands, for at a better
avail shall I never have him. God speed you well,
said Sir Bedivere. Then the king gat his spear
in both his hands, and ran toward Sir Mordred
crying, Traitor, now is thy death day come. And
when Sir Mordred heard Sir Arthur, he ran until
him with his sword drawn in his hand. And then
King Arthur smote Sir Mordred under the shield,
with a foin of his spear throughout the body more
than a fathom. And when Sir Mordred felt that he
had his death’s wound, he thrust himself, with
the might that he had, up to the butt of King
Arthur’s spear. And right so he smote his father
Arthur with his sword holden in both his hands,
on the side of the head, that the sword pierced
the helmet and the brain-pan, and therewithal
Sir Mordred fell stark dead to the earth. And
the noble Arthur fell in a swoon to the earth,
and there he swooned oft-times

“That is a good piece of war correspondence,
Clarence; you are a first-rate newspaper man. Well
— is the king all right?” Did he get well?”

“Poor soul, no. He is dead.”

I was utterly stunned; it had not seemed to me that
any wound could be mortal to him.

“And the queen, Clarence?”

“She is a nun, in Almesbury.”

“What changes! and in such a short while. It is
inconceivable. What next, I wonder?”

“I can tell you what next.”

“Well?”

“Stake our lives and stand by them!”

“What do you mean by that?”

“The Church is master now. The Interdict included you with Mordred; it is not to be removed
while you remain alive. The clans are gathering. The
Church has gathered all the knights that are left alive,
and as soon as you are discovered we shall have business on our hands.”

“Stuff! With our deadly scientific war-material;
with our hosts of trained –”

“Save your breath — we haven’t sixty faithful left!”

“What are you saying? Our schools, our colleges,
our vast workshops, our –”

“When those knights come, those establishments
will empty themselves and go over to the enemy. Did
you think you had educated the superstition out of
those people?”

“I certainly did think it.”

“Well, then, you may unthink it. They stood
every strain easily — until the Interdict. Since then,
they merely put on a bold outside — at heart they are
quaking. Make up your mind to it — when the armies
come, the mask will fall.”

“It’s hard news. We are lost. They will turn our
own science against us.”

“No they won’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I and a handful of the faithful have
blocked that game. I’ll tell you what I’ve done, and
what moved me to it. Smart as you are, the Church
was smarter. It was the Church that sent you cruising
— through her servants, the doctors.”

“Clarence!”

“It is the truth. I know it. Every officer of your
ship was the Church’s picked servant, and so was every
man of the crew.”

“Oh, come!”

“It is just as I tell you. I did not find out these
things at once, but I found them out finally. Did you
send me verbal information, by the commander of the
ship, to the effect that upon his return to you, with
supplies, you were going to leave Cadiz –”

“Cadiz! I haven’t been at Cadiz at all!”

“– going to leave Cadiz and cruise in distant seas
indefinitely, for the health of your family? Did you
send me that word?”

“Of course not. I would have written, wouldn’t
I?”

“Naturally. I was troubled and suspicious. When
the commander sailed again I managed to ship a spy
with him. I have never heard of vessel or spy since.
I gave myself two weeks to hear from you in. Then I
resolved to send a ship to Cadiz. There was a reason
why I didn’t.”

“What was that?”

“Our navy had suddenly and mysteriously disappeared! Also, as suddenly and as mysteriously, the
railway and telegraph and telephone service ceased,
the men all deserted, poles were cut down, the Church
laid a ban upon the electric light! I had to be up
and doing — and straight off. Your life was safe —
nobody in these kingdoms but Merlin would venture to
touch such a magician as you without ten thousand
men at his back — I had nothing to think of but how
to put preparations in the best trim against your
coming. I felt safe myself — nobody would be anxious
to touch a pet of yours. So this is what I did. From
our various works I selected all the men — boys I
mean — whose faithfulness under whatsoever pressure
I could swear to, and I called them together secretly
and gave them their instructions. There are fifty-two
of them; none younger than fourteen, and none above
seventeen years old.”

“Why did you select boys?”

“Because all the others were born in an atmosphere
of superstition and reared in it. It is in their blood
and bones. We imagined we had educated it out of
them; they thought so, too; the Interdict woke them
up like a thunderclap! It revealed them to themselves,
and it revealed them to me, too. With boys it was
different. Such as have been under our training from
seven to ten years have had no acquaintance with the
Church’s terrors, and it was among these that I found
my fifty-two. As a next move, I paid a private visit
to that old cave of Merlin’s — not the small one — the
big one –”

“Yes, the one where we secretly established our first
great electric plant when I was projecting a miracle.”

“Just so. And as that miracle hadn’t become
necessary then, I thought it might be a good idea to
utilize the plant now. I’ve provisioned the cave for a
siege –”

“A good idea, a first-rate idea.”

“I think so. I placed four of my boys there as a
guard — inside, and out of sight. Nobody was to be
hurt — while outside; but any attempt to enter — well,
we said just let anybody try it! Then I went out into
the hills and uncovered and cut the secret wires which
connected your bedroom with the wires that go to the
dynamite deposits under all our vast factories, mills,
workshops, magazines, etc., and about midnight I and
my boys turned out and connected that wire with the
cave, and nobody but you and I suspects where the
other end of it goes to. We laid it under ground, of
course, and it was all finished in a couple of hours or
so. We sha’n’t have to leave our fortress now when
we want to blow up our civilization.”

“It was the right move — and the natural one;
military necessity, in the changed condition of things.
Well, what changes HAVE come! We expected to be
besieged in the palace some time or other, but — however, go on.”

“Next, we built a wire fence.”

“Wire fence?”

“Yes. You dropped the hint of it yourself, two or
three years ago.”

“Oh, I remember — the time the Church tried her
strength against us the first time, and presently thought
it wise to wait for a hopefuler season. Well, how have
you arranged the fence?”

“I start twelve immensely strong wires — naked, not
insulated — from a big dynamo in the cave — dynamo
with no brushes except a positive and a negative one –”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“The wires go out from the cave and fence in a
circle of level ground a hundred yards in diameter;
they make twelve independent fences, ten feet apart —
that is to say, twelve circles within circles — and their
ends come into the cave again.”

“Right; go on.”

“The fences are fastened to heavy oaken posts only
three feet apart, and these posts are sunk five feet in
the ground.”

“That is good and strong.”

“Yes. The wires have no ground-connection outside of the cave. They go out from the positive brush
of the dynamo; there is a ground-connection through
the negative brush; the other ends of the wire return
to the cave, and each is grounded independently.”

“Nono, that won’t do!”

“Why?”

“It’s too expensive — uses up force for nothing.
You don’t want any ground-connection except the one
through the negative brush. The other end of every
wire must be brought back into the cave and fastened
independently, and WITHOUT any ground-connection.
Now, then, observe the economy of it. A cavalry
charge hurls itself against the fence; you are using no
power, you are spending no money, for there is only
one ground-connection till those horses come against
the wire; the moment they touch it they form a connection with the negative brush THROUGH THE GROUND,
and drop dead. Don’t you see? — you are using no
energy until it is needed; your lightning is there, and
ready, like the load in a gun; but it isn’t costing you
a cent till you touch it off. Oh, yes, the single
ground-connection –”

“Of course! I don’t know how I overlooked that.
It’s not only cheaper, but it’s more effectual than the
other way, for if wires break or get tangled, no harm
is done.

“No, especially if we have a tell-tale in the cave
and disconnect the broken wire. Well, go on. The
gatlings?”

“Yes — that’s arranged. In the center of the inner
circle, on a spacious platform six feet high, I’ve
grouped a battery of thirteen gatling guns, and provided plenty of ammunition.”

“That’s it. They command every approach, and
when the Church’s knights arrive, there’s going to be
music. The brow of the precipice over the cave –”

“I’ve got a wire fence there, and a gatling. They
won’t drop any rocks down on us.”

“Well, and the glass-cylinder dynamite torpedoes?”

“That’s attended to. It’s the prettiest garden that
was ever planted. It’s a belt forty feet wide, and goes
around the outer fence — distance between it and the
fence one hundred yards — kind of neutral ground that
space is. There isn’t a single square yard of that
whole belt but is equipped with a torpedo. We laid
them on the surface of the ground, and sprinkled a
layer of sand over them. It’s an innocent looking
garden, but you let a man start in to hoe it once, and
you’ll see.”

“You tested the torpedoes?”

“Well, I was going to, but –”

“But what? Why, it’s an immense oversight not
to apply a –”

“Test? Yes, I know; but they’re all right; I laid
a few in the public road beyond our lines and they’ve
been tested.”

“Oh, that alters the case. Who did it?”

“A Church committee.”

“How kind!”

“Yes. They came to command us to make submission . You see they didn’t really come to test the
torpedoes; that was merely an incident.”

“Did the committee make a report?”

“Yes, they made one. You could have heard it a
mile.”

“Unanimous?”

“That was the nature of it. After that I put up
some signs, for the protection of future committees,
and we have had no intruders since.”

“Clarence, you’ve done a world of work, and done
it perfectly.”

“We had plenty of time for it; there wasn’t any
occasion for hurry.”

We sat silent awhile, thinking. Then my mind was
made up, and I said:

“Yes, everything is ready; everything is shipshape,
no detail is wanting. I know what to do now.”

“So do I; sit down and wait.”

“No, SIR! rise up and STRIKE!”

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes, indeed! The DEfensive isn’t in my line, and
the OFfensive is. That is, when I hold a fair hand —
two-thirds as good a hand as the enemy. Oh, yes,
we’ll rise up and strike; that’s our game.”

” A hundred to one you are right. When does the
performance begin?”

“NOW! We’ll proclaim the Republic.”

“Well, that WILL precipitate things, sure enough!”

“It will make them buzz, I tell you! England will
be a hornets’ nest before noon to-morrow, if the
Church’s hand hasn’t lost its cunning — and we know
it hasn’t. Now you write and I’ll dictate thus:

“PROCLAMATION

“BE IT KNOWN UNTO ALL. Whereas the king having died
and left no heir, it becomes my duty to continue the
executive authority vested in me, until a government
shall have been created and set in motion. The
monarchy has lapsed, it no longer exists. By
consequence, all political power has reverted to its
original source, the people of the nation. With the
monarchy, its several adjuncts died also; wherefore
there is no longer a nobility, no longer a privileged
class, no longer an Established Church; all men are
become exactly equal; they are upon one common
level, and religion is free. A REPUBLIC IS HEREBY
PROCLAIMED, as being the natural estate of a nation
when other authority has ceased. It is the duty of
the British people to meet together immediately,
and by their votes elect representatives and deliver
into their hands the government.”

I signed it “The Boss,” and dated it from Merlin’s
Cave. Clarence said —

“Why, that tells where we are, and invites them to
call right away.”

“That is the idea. We STRIKE — by the Proclamation — then it’s their innings. Now have the thing set
up and printed and posted, right off; that is, give the
order; then, if you’ve got a couple of bicycles handy
at the foot of the hill, ho for Merlin’s Cave!”

“I shall be ready in ten minutes. What a cyclone
there is going to be to-morrow when this piece of
paper gets to work!…… It’s a pleasant old palace,
this is; I wonder if we shall ever again — but never
mind about that.”

 

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