Sir George goes home 2/8

"Perhaps they have need of my assistance," he said, "adventure at last in this strange land."

"Adventure be blowed," said the horse, although as usual George just supposed he was snorting and blowing, "Thick as two short planks he is. Nasty, smelly, noisy place, I don't think we should be down here at all and if they need assistance then I'm a donkey. Trouble more like, oh I wish I was back home helping to right wrongs and slay dragons."

"Buenos dias senor que passa?"

"I crave your pardon," said George, "but I do not speak your language, I only wish to ride northwards to England and there search out the apprentice witch Jennifer Jane so that I may return to my own world."

"Por Dios ya tenemos problemos! Este tio es loco y es Ingles! Senor you should not be here, you are breaking the law, horses are not permitted on the Auto pista."

The two men from the white cart looked at each other. One tapped the side of his head meaningfully. The other took a small black box from his pocket and spoke to it.

To George's amazement the little box spoke back.

"What new magic is this?" he cried.

"Magic or not, I still think we're in trouble," said the horse.

The horse was right.

Before long a much larger cart than any George had yet seen, stopped behind them. The horse was led up a ramp into the back and the door closed. George sat in front with the driver and one of the men from the white cart. Then both vehicles moved off at tremendous speed, the flashing blue light and the donkey like hooting clearing the road before them.