A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurs Court by Mark Twain Chapter 41 Page 11

going to keep the upper hand now, and snuff out all my beautiful civilization just like that.

I found no life stirring in the somber streets. I groped my way with a heavy heart. The vast castle loomed black upon the hilltop, not a spark visible about it. The drawbridge was down, the great gate stood wide, I entered without challenge, my own heels making the only sound I heard — and it was sepulchral enough, in those huge vacant courts.