Sir George in Spain 5/5

Sir George relaxed and after a small first bite, ate his swiss roll with great enthusiasm. Abigail explained that he had just entered another world and that there was no way back the way he had come.

Sir George didn't seem very bothered. "If this strange confection can be obtained in this world, it must be a wondrous place in which to live. I think I shall enjoy my travels here as well as I did at home"

"There could be one or two snags," said Abigail. "Firstly, there are only a few dragons left alive in this world and you must certainly not try to kill them. Secondly, your method of righting wrongs will get you put into prison. The people here don't fight with swords, on the whole they are very peaceful.

Sir George looked amazed. "If there are no dragons that I can slay, nor wrongs to be righted by the sword, then how shall I live? My whole life has been devoted to knightly pursuits and I know naught else."

"I'm afraid I shouldn't be talking to you at all," said Abigail. "Witches are not seen here by ordinary humans and shouldn't interfere with human affairs. However, as you're rather a special case, I'll break the rules just a little. There is another gate, which you can pass through to your own home. I'm not allowed to tell you where it is, but if you can find a young girl called Jennifer Jane; she can show you the way. You did see her once at Lurgin's Bridge."

"The young apprentice witch with the dragons!" exclaimed Sir George.

"The only other help I can give you is to tell you that she lives in England ..."

"As do I"

"And that you are now in Spain. How you're going to earn a living while you travel is going to be a problem."

"I do have some treasure that I could sell," said Sir George.

The horse, who had remained remarkably silent since the meeting with Abigail, started to whinny. Fortunately Abigail could understand every word.

"That's the answer," she said, "I believe you sharpen your own sword."

"Never would I entrust my stout blade to a village blacksmith," said Sir George in his most knightly manner. "Only the keenest edge will suffice for battle with a dragon."

"Then you must buy yourself a cart and set up in business, sharpening other people's knives, garden shears, lawn mowers, oh, all sorts of things. You can travel and be paid for your work at the same time."

"Lawn mowers?" asked Sir George, with a puzzled frown.

You'll soon find out," said Abigail. "I must leave you now."
Sir George watched her as she straddled her broomstick and flew out of sight. "Come then, my trusty steed, let us go forward into this strange new world in search of Jennifer Jane and the gateway to home."

He walked away from the closed gate in the same direction as Abigail had flown.

As usual, the horse was having the last word. "Why didn't I keep my big mouth shut? Now I've got all his armour and treasure, as well as himself, to look after. He's running around loose in a completely strange world and I've talked myself into pulling a cart as well. I'm a trusty steed, not a carthorse. Oh well, I suppose it's a living."