A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurs Court by Mark Twain Chapter 42 Page 35

I signed it “The Boss,” and dated it from Merlin’s Cave. Clarence said —

“Why, that tells where we are, and invites them to call right away.”

“That is the idea. We strike — by the Proclamation — then it’s their innings. Now have the thing set up and printed and posted, right off; that is, give the order; then, if you’ve got a couple of bicycles handy at the foot of the hill, ho for Merlin’s Cave!”

“I shall be ready in ten minutes.

What a cyclone there is going to be to-morrow when this piece of paper gets to work!... It’s a pleasant old palace, this is; I wonder if we shall ever again — but never mind about that.”