Sir Georger goes home 5/8

Jennifer Jane spotted George leading his horse over to the tent which was used as a stable. "Sir George," she called, "wait a minute, it's Jennifer Jane."

"Praise be, my search is at an end, it is truly Jennifer Jane found at last, just as the witch Abigail promised."

"Oh lor' that's torn it," said the horse, "there goes easy living."

"Sssh," said Jennifer Jane, "Not so loud, people in this world don't understand about witches and dragons."

George told her his story, how he had accidentally come through a disused gate from the other world just as Abigail closed it for ever and as a result had found himself in Spain. Then his meeting with the circus and the long journey North, playing his dragon-killing role at every large town on the way until, at last, he had crossed the channel to Dover.
"Now that I have found you, can you truly show me the way to return to my home world?"

"I hope so," said Jennifer Jane, "I think I'll have to meet you in the wood near my home and use a wish to get you back."

She gave him the name of the village where she lived and as best as she could, directions on finding both the wood and the clearing in it where wishes could be heard.

"I will leave after tonight's performance," said Sir George, "my noble steed and I will be eternally grateful to be returned to our proper home."

"Half of us won't," grumbled the horse, but as always George couldn't understand and just patted him on the muzzle.

Just then her father came over.

"Are you the Father of the young ... er Jennifer Jane?" asked George.

Dave nodded.

"May I present you with these free tickets for tonight's show, which I think you will find of greater interest than this afternoon's display. It has been a great pleasure and privilege sir, to make the acquaintance of your fine young daughter."

George turned and started to groom his horse. Jennifer Jane and her dad walked back to the car park where Mary was waiting.

"We've just met the knight," said Dave. "Strange fellow, seems to be ever so pleased to have met young Jennifer Jane and gave us some free tickets for some sort of special act he's going to do tonight."

That evening the audience was much larger than it had been in the afternoon, but the acts themselves weren't any better. There was quite a lot of noise from the crowd.

"Call him a clown? I've seen better on children’s T.V."

"And now, Alfredo's Amazing Circus are proud to present the ferocious, flame throwing, monster dragon in a fight to the death with the mighty knight Sir George, defender of the weak and destroyer of evil."

The pantomime dragon trotted on and chased the clowns round the ring.

"That dragon looks more like Claribelle the cow," shouted one of the audience and every one roared with laughter.

Abruptly all the noise stopped as if at a given signal. The only sound came from the dragon who was still running miserably after the clowns. Then as dragon and clowns turned towards the ring entrance, they too stood still in amazement. Even the Great Alfredo couldn't find anything to say!