A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court (Complete Edition). Марк Твен

knights of the castle, encountered with Sir Aglovale and

       Sir Tor, and Sir Tor smote down Sir Grummore Grummorsum

       to the earth. Then came Sir Carados of the dolorous

       tower, and Sir Turquine, knights of the castle, and

       there encountered with them Sir Percivale de Galis

       and Sir Lamorak de Galis, that were two brethren, and

       there encountered Sir Percivale with Sir Carados, and

       either brake their spears unto their hands, and then

       Sir Turquine with Sir Lamorak, and either of them smote

       down other, horse and all, to the earth, and either

       parties rescued other and horsed them again. And Sir

       Arnold, and Sir Gauter, knights of the castle,

       encountered with Sir Brandiles and Sir Kay, and these

       four knights encountered mightily, and brake their

       spears to their hands. Then came Sir Pertolope from

       the castle, and there encountered with him Sir Lionel,

       and there Sir Pertolope the green knight smote down Sir

       Lionel, brother to Sir Launcelot. All this was marked

       by noble heralds, who bare him best, and their names.

       Then Sir Bleobaris brake his spear upon Sir Gareth,

       but of that stroke Sir Bleobaris fell to the earth.

       When Sir Galihodin saw that, he bad Sir Gareth keep him,

       and Sir Gareth smote him to the earth. Then Sir Galihud

       gat a spear to avenge his brother, and in the same wise

       Sir Gareth served him, and Sir Dinadan and his brother

       La Cote Male Taile, and Sir Sagramore le Disirous, and

       Sir Dodinas le Savage; all these he bare down with one

       spear. When King Aswisance of Ireland saw Sir Gareth

       fare so he marvelled what he might be, that one time

       seemed green, and another time, at his again coming,

       he seemed blue. And thus at every course that he rode

       to and fro he changed his color, so that there might

       neither king nor knight have ready cognizance of him.

       Then Sir Agwisance the King of Ireland encountered

       with Sir Gareth, and there Sir Gareth smote him from

       his horse, saddle and all. And then came King Carados

       of Scotland, and Sir Gareth smote him down horse and

       man. And in the same wise he served King Uriens of the

       land of Gore. And then there came in Sir Bagdemagus,

       and Sir Gareth smote him down horse and man to the

       earth. And Bagdemagus's son Meliganus brake a spear

       upon Sir Gareth mightily and knightly. And then Sir

       Galahault the noble prince cried on high, Knight with

       the many colors, well hast thou justed; now make thee

       ready that I may just with thee. Sir Gareth heard him,

       and he gat a great spear, and so they encountered

       together, and there the prince brake his spear; but Sir

       Gareth smote him upon the left side of the helm, that

       he reeled here and there, and he had fallen down had not

       his men recovered him. Truly, said King Arthur, that

       knight with the many colors is a good knight. Wherefore

       the king called unto him Sir Launcelot, and prayed him

       to encounter with that knight. Sir, said Launcelot, I

       may as well find in my heart for to forbear him at

       this time, for he hath had travail enough this day, and

       when a good knight doth so well upon some day, it is

       no good knight's part to let him of his worship, and,

       namely, when he seeth a knight hath done so great

       labour; for peradventure, said Sir Launcelot, his

       quarrel is here this day, and peradventure he is best

       beloved with this lady of all that be here, for I see

       well he paineth himself and enforceth him to do great

       deeds, and therefore, said Sir Launcelot, as for me,

       this day he shall have the honour; though it lay in my

       power to put him from it, I would not.

      There was an unpleasant little episode that day, which for reasons of state I struck out of my priest's report. You will have noticed that Garry was doing some great fighting in the engagement. When I say Garry I mean Sir Gareth. Garry was my private pet name for him; it suggests that I had a deep affection for him, and that was the case. But it was a private pet name only, and never spoken aloud to any one, much less to him; being a noble, he would not have endured a familiarity like that from me. Well, to proceed: I sat in the private box set apart for me as the king's minister. While Sir Dinadan was waiting for his turn to enter the lists, he came in there and sat down and began to talk; for he was always making up to me, because I was a stranger and he liked to have a fresh market for his jokes, the most of them having reached that stage of wear where the teller has to do the laughing himself while the other person looks sick. I had always responded to his efforts as well as I could, and felt a very deep and real kindness for him, too, for the reason that if by malice of fate he knew the one particular anecdote which I had heard oftenest and had most hated and most loathed all my life, he had at least spared it me. It was one which I had heard attributed to every humorous person who had ever stood on American soil, from Columbus down to Artemus Ward. It was about a humorous lecturer who flooded an ignorant audience with the killingest jokes for an hour and never got a laugh; and then when he was leaving, some gray simpletons wrung him gratefully by the hand and said it had been the funniest thing they had ever heard, and "it was all they could do to keep from laughin' right out in meetin'." That anecdote never saw the day that it was worth the telling; and yet I had sat under the telling of it hundreds and thousands and millions and billions of times, and cried and cursed all the way through. Then who can hope to know what my feelings were, to hear this armor-plated ass start in on it again, in the murky twilight of tradition, before the dawn of history, while even Lactantius might be referred to as "the late Lactantius," and the Crusades wouldn't be born for five hundred years yet? Just as he finished, the call-boy came; so, haw-hawing like a demon, he went rattling and clanking out like a crate of loose castings, and I knew nothing more. It was some minutes before I came to, and then I opened my eyes just in time to see Sir Gareth fetch him an awful welt, and I unconsciously out with the prayer, "I hope to gracious he's killed!" But by ill-luck, before I had got half through with the words, Sir Gareth crashed into Sir Sagramor le Desirous and sent him thundering over his horse's crupper, and Sir Sagramor caught my remark and thought I meant it for him .

      Well, whenever one of those people got a thing into his head, there was no getting it out again. I knew that, so I saved my breath, and offered no explanations. As soon as Sir Sagramor got well, he notified me that there was a little account to settle between us, and he named a day three or four years in the future; place of settlement, the lists where the offense had been given. I said I would be ready when he got back. You see, he was going for the Holy Grail. The boys all took a flier at the Holy Grail now and then. It was a several years' cruise. They always put in the long absence snooping around, in the most conscientious way, though none of them had any