A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurs Court by Mark Twain Chapter 2 Page 8

century and I was among lunatics and couldn’t get away, I would presently boss that asylum or know the reason why; and if, on the other hand, it was really the sixth century, all right, I didn’t want any softer thing: I would boss the whole country inside of three months; for I judged I would have the start of the best-educated man in the kingdom by a matter of thirteen hundred years and upward. I’m not a man to waste time after my mind’s made up and there’s work on hand; so I said to the page:

“Now, Clarence, my boy — if that might happen to be your name — I’ll get you to post me up a little if you don’t mind.

What is the name of that apparition that brought me here?”

“My master