Sir George in Spain 4/5

His horse started to neigh and whinny as they continued together up the path towards the top of the hill.

The castle at the top of the hill was in ruins. Sir George relaxed. The stories he had heard must have been very old. No one had lived here for a very long time. He led the horse over to the ruined castle gateway and passed through.

A strange sight met his eyes. Lights had been arranged in a semi-circle around the gate and just beyond them, was a young woman waving to him.

"A damsel in distress," he cried, and swung himself up into the saddle. "Forward to the rescue."

The lights were slowly getting brighter as he trotted towards the young woman who was now waving frantically at him and calling loudly. He couldn't quite make out the words.

"What manner of wrong has been done to cause you such distress?"

"I'm not in distress," replied Abigail, "but you will be in a minute if you don't get on this side of the lights pretty quickly."

Sir George did as he was told even as the lights grew brighter. Then there was a brilliant flash and normal daylight returned.

"Surely a great magic here," said Sir George and then spotted Abigail's broomstick lying on the ground next to her kit bag.

"If I mistake not, that is a witch's broom," he looked sharply at Abigail and started to draw his sword.

"Yes, it is and yes, I am a witch," laughed Abigail, "but not the wicked sort. Here, have a chocolate swiss roll."