A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court

Excerpt: ...has this office been established here, Ulfius?" "But since midnight, fair Sir Boss, an it please you. We saw many lights in the valley, and so judged it well to make a station, for that where so many lights be needs must they indicate a town of goodly size." "Quite right. It isn't a town in the customary sense, but it's a good stand, anyway. Do you know where you are?" "Of that I have had no time to make inquiry; for whenas my comradeship moved hence upon their labors, leaving me in charge, I got me to needed rest, purposing to inquire when I waked, and report the place's name to Camelot for record." "Well, this is the Valley of Holiness." It didn't take; I mean, he didn't start at the name, as I had supposed he would. He merely said: "I will so report it." "Why, the surrounding regions are filled with the noise of late wonders that have happened here! You didn't hear of them?" "Ah, ye will remember we move by night, and avoid speech with all. We learn naught but that we get by the telephone from Camelot." "Why they know all about this thing. Haven't they told you anything about the great miracle of the restoration of a holy fountain?" "Oh, that ? Indeed yes. But the name of this valley doth woundily differ from the name of that one; indeed to differ wider were not pos-" "What was that name, then?" "The Valley of Hellishness." "That explains it. Confound a telephone, anyway. It is the very demon for conveying similarities of sound that are miracles of divergence from similarity of sense. But no matter, you know the name of the place now. Call up Camelot." He did it, and had Clarence sent for. It was good to hear my boy's voice again. It was like being home. After some affectionate interchanges, and some account of my late illness, I said: "What is new?" "The king and queen and many of the court do start even in this hour, to go to your valley to pay pious homage to the waters ye have restored, and cleanse themselves of sin, and see the place...