A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court

'Oh go away! Leave with the rest of the dream, won't you?' 'What dream?' 'The dream that I am in Arthur's court, a person who never existed, and that I'm talking to you, a person I must have made up.' 'And is it a dream that they have decided you are to be burned at noon tomorrow?' he asked me. The boy was right, the situation was serious.