A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court Page #4

I fear were in for it.

My king,

ladies of the Royal Court,

fellow Knights

of the Round Table,

while riding

in a far land...

I came upon a concourse

of a thousand ogres.

And despite their numbers,

determined to capture the most

sky-towering giant among them--

Oh, here, now.

Wait a minute. I was alone.

I was asleep under a tree.

Cease, monster!

From dawn till dark

and dark till dawn, we battled.

With lance and sword,

I laid upon the demon throng...

till all were dead but one--

the fiercest ogre of them all,

when finally

I drove helm to corner,

He changed into a dragon,

bellowing fire

and flame upon me!

When that availed him naught,

he became a tusked

and taloned werewolf,

Oh, now, see here,

Your Majesty--

At last, the beast changed

to his present form,

and with one mighty bound...

leaped to the topmost

branch of a tree...

200 cubits high!

I picked up a stone,,,

the size of a bullock

and hurled it at the beast.

He fell to my feet.

And here, milord,

here is living proof...

of my mighty deed.

[Sparse Applause ]

I thank thee.

Your Majesty,

mayeth I sayeth a few words?

- in the first place--

- Silence, ogre!

What makest thou

of the creature, Merlin?

A most dangerous and evil demon.

The beast must be destroyed.

A hanging?

No,

Burning at the stake,

my liege.

Pardon, milord,

but the monster

seemeth a gentle soul.

Gentle?

He hath nice eyes,

and his features

are not unpleasant.

True, true.

Monster, has thou a name?

Hast. Martin.

Hank Martin.

The truth now.

How camest thou to this kingdom?

Well, Im a little confused

as to how I came here,

but I did come from Connecticut.

Hast heard of, uh,

what he just said?

Couldst be in Ireland.

Oh, no.

it's way past Ireland.

You lie. There's naught

beyond Ireland

but the Great Sea.

Trapped by his own words,

my liege.

An evil demon

confronts us, whose abode is

the dismal depths of the ocean.

Destroy this pestilence

e'er he destroy us!

Thou hast a good point,

Merlin.

[Man ] Death to the monster!

[All Shouting]

Quiet, quiet!

Oh, my ears.

Monster,

I have bad tidings for thee.

Tomorrow morning,

thou burnest at the stake.

Take him away.

Well, Your Majesty,

if I can just have a minute to--

Id like to explain this--

Wait a minute! Hey! Help!

Walt! Help!

[ Chattering]

'Tis said this monster

has seven heads.

Aye, and

a forked tail.

It is I, Sir Sagramore,

Open for Sir Sagramore,

[Door Closes ]

Well, what do you want now?

I have brought thee

a dainty tidbit

from the king's kitchen.

Roast meat.

At this point, roast meat

doesn't appeal to me.

When do I--

Within the hour.

How thou must hate me for

the mischief my foolish tongue

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