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<h2> CHAPTER I </h2>
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<p>CAMELOT</p>
<p>"Camelot—Camelot," said I to myself. "I don't seem to remember
hearing of it before. Name of the asylum, likely."</p>
<p>It was a soft, reposeful summer landscape, as lovely as a dream, and as
lonesome as Sunday. The air was full of the smell of flowers, and
the buzzing of insects, and the twittering of birds, and there were no
people, no wagons, there was no stir of life, nothing going on. The
road was mainly a winding path with hoof-prints in it, and now and then a
faint trace of wheels on either side in the grass—wheels that
apparently had a tire as broad as one's hand.</p>
<p>Presently a fair slip of a girl, about ten years old, with a cataract of
golden hair streaming down over her shoulders, came along. Around her head
she wore a hoop of flame-red poppies. It was as sweet an outfit as ever I
saw, what there was of it. She walked indolently along, with a mind
at rest, its peace reflected in her innocent face. The circus man
paid no attention to her; didn't even seem to see her. And she—she
was no more startled at his fantastic make-up than if she was used to his
like every day of her life. She was going by as indifferently as she
might have gone by a couple of cows; but when she happened to notice me,
<i>then</i> there was a change! Up went her hands, and she was
turned to stone; her mouth dropped open, her eyes stared wide and
timorously, she was the picture of astonished curiosity touched with fear.
And there she stood gazing, in a sort of stupefied fascination, till
we turned a corner of the wood and were lost to her view. That she
should be startled at me instead of at the other man, was too many for me;
I couldn't make head or tail of it. And that she should seem to
consider me a spectacle, and totally overlook her own merits in that
respect, was another puzzling thing, and a display of magnanimity, too,
that was surprising in one so young. There was food for thought here.
I moved along as one in a dream.</p>
<p>As we approached the town, signs of life began to appear. At
intervals we passed a wretched cabin, with a thatched roof, and about it
small fields and garden patches in an indifferent state of cultivation.
There were people, too; brawny men, with long, coarse, uncombed hair
that hung down over their faces and made them look like animals. They
and the women, as a rule, wore a coarse tow-linen robe that came well
below the knee, and a rude sort of sandal, and many wore an iron collar.
The small boys and girls were always naked; but nobody seemed to
know it. All of these people stared at me, talked about me, ran into
the huts and fetched out their families to gape at me; but nobody ever
noticed that other fellow, except to make him humble salutation and get no
response for their pains.</p>
<p>In the town were some substantial windowless houses of stone scattered
among a wilderness of thatched cabins; the streets were mere crooked
alleys, and unpaved; troops of dogs and nude children played in the sun
and made life and noise; hogs roamed and rooted contentedly about, and one
of them lay in a reeking wallow in the middle of the main thoroughfare and
suckled her family. Presently there was a distant blare of military music;
it came nearer, still nearer, and soon a noble cavalcade wound into view,
glorious with plumed helmets and flashing mail and flaunting banners and
rich doublets and horse-cloths and gilded spearheads; and through the muck
and swine, and naked brats, and joyous dogs, and shabby huts, it took its
gallant way, and in its wake we followed.</p>
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<p>Followed through one winding alley and then another,—and climbing,
always climbing—till at last we gained the breezy height where the
huge castle stood. There was an exchange of bugle blasts; then a
parley from the walls, where men-at-arms, in hauberk and morion, marched
back and forth with halberd at shoulder under flapping banners with the
rude figure of a dragon displayed upon them; and then the great gates were
flung open, the drawbridge was lowered, and the head of the cavalcade
swept forward under the frowning arches; and we, following, soon found
ourselves in a great paved court, with towers and turrets stretching up
into the blue air on all the four sides; and all about us the dismount was
going on, and much greeting and ceremony, and running to and fro, and a
gay display of moving and intermingling colors, and an altogether pleasant
stir and noise and confusion.</p>
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