My research laboratory has developed a time travel device!! Testing of the time transfer equipment was complete. Our research team had selected a cave, which, since it was remote and empty today, also was empty 1,400 years ago. If we dispatched our time travelers in the cave, they would arrive there also. First, we sent our robot with video camera back in time to explore the surrounding area. We retrieved the robot, complete with video tape, with no trouble. Next, some animals, properly provided for and tethered, were sent back through time. They came home safely, none the worst for their trip. The next step was a manned expedition. I was chosen to lead the expedition, which initially would be two people. I would have to classify myself as an adventurer with a scientific bent. I had studied medieval history and trained in medieval personal defense and fighting (jousting) techniques; however I was also prepared to use whatever 20th century technology that I could! My traveling companion, George, was a doctor; although he would act as my squire during this adventure. We had shots for every imaginable disease, including the bubonic plague. We both also had vasectomies; we fully planned to do as much research as possible and we didn't want to become our own 50th great grandfathers! We had planned our trip (including a method of contacting the 20th century) very carefully, but we both understood the risks. We were a strange looking pair as we entered the cave on the day of our departure. I was dressed in a manner characteristic of a knight, and I had packed the armaments appearing as much as possible like those of the time according to the best information we had. However, my armor was made of a metalicized lightweight plastic and my shields, sword and lance were made of lightweight materials such as titanium. George was dressed in tattered, non-descript clothes, but like myself, he wore a lightweight Kelvar "bulletproof" vest to protect him from puncture wounds. Our horses and their accessories were chosen to look inconspicuous (our robot had gotten some video shots which helped.) The robot had also recorded some conversation, allowing us to practice our accents. The big moment had almost arrived!! We were about to be the first from our century to explore eighth century England. CHAPTER 1 - THE TRIP TO KALATOT The trip through the centuries went smoothly; there was almost no sensation at all when we suddenly arrived in the same cave some 1,400 years earlier. We gathered our horses and equipment and, with the general knowledge of the twentieth century maps, we quickly found a trail and started in a direction where we thought that the center of activity in this area might be. We weren't on the trail very long before two men jumped from the bush with bow and arrow trained on us. "Your money and be quick about it" We didn't even know what the currency of the time looked like! "Back away or face the consequences," I replied. The highway men laughed and drew their bow strings tighter! With that, both George and I released our secret weapons - a small compressed gas propelled tranquilizer dart shot from a tube under our sleeves. We leaned over their prostrate bodies and robbed the robbers! Now we had some local currency. That night we slept on the ground, and ate some prepackaged food ("K" rations) that we had brought along. We buried all of the biodegradable containers; anything that was with us so it wouldn't blow the mind of some future archeologist. The next day's trip was uneventful. About mid- afternoon, we arrived at a small settlement. There was an inn, clearly to accommodate the travelers along the trail. It was time to stop. We arranged for the care of our horses, and went into the inn where we rented a room in the loft. The room was filthy by any standard; the bed was nothing more than some straw spread on the floor, After we went down for some refreshment, I saw a woman, the innkeeper's wife, softly sobbing in the corner. "What's the matter? "My son is dying," she replied. "May we see him?" A young boy, about eight, lay on a straw mattress covered with a blanket. We didn't need a thermometer to know that the boy was burning up with fever. After listening to his breathing, George quickly diagnosed pneumonia. "Please get me some water heated on the stove." George asked. He didn't need the water but wanted the mother out of the room. He quickly pulled out a hypodermic needle, and gave the boy a shot of long- acting penicillin. Then with the flask of water on the table, he coaxed an aspirin tablet down the boy's throat. When the boy's mother returned, George told her he didn't need the water after all. He would stop in and see the boy before bedtime, but he thought he would pull through. Activity had begun to pick up in the inn. Some field workers were drifting in for some of the potent brew. A young barmaid, dressed to emphasize her full breasts, took our order. It was clear that it would take several of these brews to sleep on the straw tonight. "You aren't from these parts; where do you come from?" she asked. "We come from the North - from the hill country." "Do they have pretty girls there?" she asked with a grin. "Not as pretty as you. How do you keep the boys away?" She grinned, "All the nice boys have either been taken to serve our King or their parents have arranged their marriage. Sometimes I just itch to feel a man's touch." "Maybe we can help with that problem," I said, as I gently patted her full buttocks. She blushed slightly, and walked slowly back to the bar. "Maybe later," she said After eating a mush made of grains of undetermined origin for supper, I went outside to answer nature's call and then retired to my room. George went to check on the innkeeper's son. The room had a single candle (placed away from the straw mattress) and of, course no heat. But then the barmaid entered and had her hands under my tunic in no time at all. As I fondled her voluptuous and unrestrained breasts under her blouse, her nipples became firm and erect - some things just don't change in 15 centuries. In a short time I was massaging her clit through the full bush of pubic hair that surrounded it. I slipped a finger and then a second finger into her dripping and pulsating vaginal canal. By this time she had pulled my firm cock out of my pants. Then she let out a startled exclamation, "What's wrong? Did you have an accident?" It took me a few second to realize what the problem was. Men of this time period were not circumcised - she had never felt a circumcised penis. "Where I come from, some of our men have had their cocks trimmed." My penis found its way into her warm, moist pussy. The warm folds of her vaginal canal firmly squeezed my throbbing member. Even though we were mostly fully clothed in the cold, dark room on the bed of straw, we both reached a very satisfying climax. As we were unwinding, George came in. Immediately, our young wench walked over and gently stated fondling his crotch. "Is your cock trimmed too? I love the feel of a trimmed cock." "Let's find out how it feels," George replied, and I decided it was time to try another of the potent brews. Back downstairs in the tavern, some men sat down at my table. "Are you going to the games?" one asked. In response to my questioning look, he than described the tournament that would take place in 5 days at the castle of Alstar, the Celtic King of England. The winner would be knighted and given a charge by the King to lead the fight against Saxon invaders if that became necessary. I collected all of the information I needed, including directions on reaching Alstar's castle, also known as Kalatot. The next morning, as we had some hard bread for breakfast, there was an air of awe in the room. George was apparently regarded as a master magician. The little boy's fever had broken, and it appeared that he would recover. As we mounted our horses and headed toward Kalatot, we compared notes on our encounters of the previous evening, we both agreed, that once past the body odors associated with minimal hygiene, sex hadn't changed a lot. George had added one new experience for our lively lass - not particularly caring for "sloppy seconds," he had administered a douche. This really turned her on, and George was excited about the whole encounter. CHAPTER 2 - THE TOURNAMENT It took us two days to get to Kalatot. When we arrived, I was assigned to a tent for the contestants. I was clearly an outsider among the group. My accent set me apart, and I stayed pretty much apart, particularly since I did not want the others asking too many questions or getting too close to my equipment, It wouldn't do too much good for them to realize that my lance, steel-tipped titanium, was about a fifth of the weight of theirs and thus could be wielded almost like a sword. George, now fully my squire and no longer a peer, joined the other squires in a separate tent. He, too, had to be very cautious. We had about a day to get our horses used to the tournament field. I had decided to win, but, judging by the physical strength of some of the competitors, I knew I couldn't win legitimately. I would be prepared. The games finally began. My first joust was easy. I was better prepared than my opponent, and unseated him on the first pass. It was interesting to see the poor fellow lying on the ground; the game was over for him. It was a struggle for him to get back to his due to the weight of the armor. (Although full armor was not extensively used until almost a thousand years later, these contestants were wearing crudely made plates for limited protection.) The second joust was harder. We were evenly matched in skill level; My lightweight equipment made it easier for me to maneuver my lance and shield and thus gave me the edge. Finally it was down to Sir Gofred and me. My opponent was already knighted and was clearly the court favorite. He was also a real stud, and court gossip was that he frequently entertained the Queen when King Alstar was away. Since this was the final match, the trumpets played, and we both rode up to pay homage to the King and Queen. The Queen tossed her scarf out to Sir Gofred to ride as her champion. I was going to wrest that scarf away. The trumpeters announced the beginning of the big match. We lined up our shields and lances and started galloping toward each other. As my lance struck Sir Gofred's shield, it sent a shock through my body; I was able to deflect his lance with my shield. It was time to start the dirty tricks. We had attached a very thin but stiff wire - almost like a probe - to my horse's saddle. The wire went out about three feet ahead of the horse and had an L-shaped bend at the end. Before I started my next pass, I turned on the power supply; the wire had become a cattle prod. As the horses approached, the wire grazed Sir Gofred's horse's leg, and the horse stumbled slightly, disrupting my opponent's timing. His lance only grazed my shield; I got in a solid hit, but Sir Gofred was not unseated. The crowd, not suspecting anything, roared at Sir Gofred's apparent failure to deliver a solid blow to unseat me. More drastic measures were required. This time the power supply was connected to my lance (insulated from my hand). At the instant I touched Sir Gofred's shield, the pulsing electricity passed through his armor, giving both Sir Gofred and his horse a slight shock. Sir Gofred could not distinguish the electrical shock from the mechanical shock of the sword against the shield. This time the horse balked slightly at the same time Sir Gofred recoiled from the electrical and mechanical shock, and my opponent was unseated. I raised my hands in victory, returned my lance to George, and rode toward the royal reviewing stand. I did not see Sir Gofred, with sheer strength, pull himself up move toward my horse. In a flash, he pulled me off of the horse, but I was quickly up on my feet. Our swords were drawn. The crowd was roaring. I had the ultimate advantage due to the lightweight armor and weaponry. I could simply run circles around my opponent and wear him down. I figured I might as well make it look good and give the crowd their money's worth, so we sparred for quite a long time. Finally, with a solid blow, I knocked his sword from his hand and the simply pushed him to the ground. At that point, I took the Queen's scarf from him, walked to the reviewing stand, and bowed ceremoniously. The Queen motioned for me to keep the scarf, with what I interpreted to be a naughty wink, and the King knighted me on the spot. For the next several days, I rested from the games and got to explore some of the surroundings and the castle. I was given a room in the castle, complete with a bed with feather mattress. I was called to several meetings of the knights with the King, and apparently accepted into the group. Sir Gofred was still a bit pissed off about losing, but, since he thought it had been a fair fight, he was glad I didn't kill him. Later in the week, one of the Queen's Ladies approached George, who was playing the role of my squire to the hilt. In addition, word of his miraculous cure of the Innkeeper's son had reached the court, so he was respected (and perhaps feared) for his magic. The Queen's attendant stated that I was to have an audience with the Queen at mid-afternoon. George was invited to visit with the messenger. We went down to the lake and bathed the best we could to make the best impression possible. I arrived at the Queen's chambers as requested. There was a warm fire in the fireplace, and the Queen was beautiful in the dancing light of the flames mixed with the rays of the afternoon sun. It seems that the King was on a hunting trip, and she was lonely (and apparently, horny). There was no question from the beginning what she wanted. We stood before the roaring fire, sipping wine. Our lips touched lightly. But she quickly wrapped her arms around me with a deep and passionate kiss, after which she started unbuttoning my overblouse. I quickly unbuttoned her flowing robe, which fell to her feet, leaving her beautiful, perfectly formed body highlighted by the flickering fire. I quickly undressed, carefully removing the garment with the compressed gas tranquilizer gun in the sleeve and the Kelvar vest so she would not raise questions. Her hands eagerly unbuttoned my pants, and they dropped to my feet, releasing my fully erect, throbbing cock. Her hands gently massaged my cock, and I had to repeat the explanation of the circumcision. She took my hand an led me to the bed. We spent some time in kissing as my finger tips gently danced over her body, exploring each delicate curve. Her skin was warm and soft, as if her maids had routinely oiled it. I then started gently kissing her neck and working down her chest. I went down each arm, including the arm pit and the elbow, and then came back to those beautifully formed breasts. I kissed each tit, running my tongue around the now firm nipples. She purred like a kitten, "You're wonderful, no one has ever done this to me before." "The best is yet to come," I replied. She turned over on her back, and I started kissing the nape of her neck and working down her back, lightly kissing it in a zig-zag pattern. I spent some extra time on her soft, fully shaped buttocks before moving down the backs of her legs. I kissed, and tickled, the soles of her feet, then the tops of her feet and started up the front and insides of her legs, moving back and forth from leg to leg. I slowed down as I approached her very moist vagina, but as inviting as it was, I kissed her all around it and moved up to her abdomen. After tickling her stomach with my kisses, I moved back to her womanhood. She was now dripping wet - I gently started kissing and tonguing her clit and working my tongue into her vagina. I could feel the throbbing from her vagina, and soon the expansions and contractions began to trap air and make popping sounds as I continued to kiss and massage her clit with my tongue. She finally exploded in ecstacy, "Fuck me, fuck me, NOW," My cock entered her hot, wet pussy. "Harder, harder, faster," she screamed. My pumping motions were intense and fast. Soon, she was gasping with delight as I shot my load and she reached a new height of climax. "I have never had such an experience," she said, after we had relaxed somewhat. "I want you to do exactly what you did before." I started the body kisses again. This time she, taking a page from my book, began kissing my body. She seemed to delight in tracing my nipples with her tongue, in much the same way I massaged her tits. I continued the same pattern of body kisses that got her so excited before. As I was gently massaging her clitoris with my tongue, I also began tickling her anus with my finger. She was really getting wound up now. When we were ready to fuck, I had her get on top so she could rid me to her heart's content while I massaged her firm breasts and taut nipples. As we began to dress, the Queen said, "I don't know where you learned to make love, but I've never experienced anything like this. I will be looking for opportunities to get together again, but we have to be careful." CHAPTER 3 - THE CAMPAIGN The next day the King called me to his chambers. This scared the shit out of me - my first thought was that he had discovered the previous day's activities. But when I went in I knew the subject was something different. "I received word that the Vikings have invaded and captured the coastal village of Tollopston. I want you to lead an campaign to drive the bastards out. How many men do you think you will need?" I thought a few minutes. "Your Majesty, I will need my squire." "You're crazy!" replied the King. "You will be facing a force of two shiploads - probably 50 to 80 men." "Sire, my squire and I can easily drive them from our shores." I already had the beginnings of a plan. "Well, go then, and good luck. Messengers will keep me apprised of your progress." The next morning, George and I embarked on our mission. Our first stop was our point of entry - the cave. There was a message box hidden in the cave that was sent back and forth through time each elapsed day (by our time). I placed my diary in the box describing our experiences to date (edited, of course, to temper some of the steamier moments). I also included a list of items we needed for our expedition, including a another person who could speak the Viking's language as best we knew it. We also requested a pack horse for the extra equipment. We also included a sample of the currency to be duplicated to provide for our trip. The following day, Eric, who was Norwegian and had studied the Viking era, arrived with the equipment, and we broke camp and headed toward Tollopston. The first day of travel was uneventful; on the second day, confirming our notion that travel in this time was hazardous, a gang of fierce-looking thieves attempted to rob us. This time, the leader shot an arrow at me before attempting the theft. Just before being hit with the tranquilizer dart, he was astounded as I calmly pulled the arrow from my Kelvar vest and threw it back at him. We knew the next town was only a short distance so we tied the men in a chain and made them walk behind the pack horse. When we got to the town, we turned them over to the Magistrate who recognized the leader as one who had killed several townspeople in much the same way he had tried to kill me. He was immediately sentenced to be hanged and drawn and quartered. It was then I knew I didn't want t be on the wrong side of the law in this era. The sentence was carried out without delay. The leader of the thieves was stripped naked, taken to a tree where a rope was thrown over a branch, the noose slipped over his head, and he was hoisted up. He swung in the breeze, slowly choking to death. When his face was turning blue and his eyes started to bulge, he was cut down, and a bucket of water thrown on his shivering body to revive him. The villagers had gathered to witness the balance of the execution. The naked thief was laid on the ground in the village square. A rope was tied to each arm and to each leg. The other end of the ropes were tied to the saddle of four horses, each heading in a different direction. At the magistrate' signal, each rider started his horse at a gallop. I thought I would be sick, and we didn't wait around to see what happened to the other two thieves, but from what we heard, they would probably be soundly thrashed and sent on their way. The rest of the journey went well; we found an inn each night but one, which we spent in the open. As we approached Tollopston, we saw a patrol which appeared to be Vikings. We observed them from a distance as they approached several farm houses (more like shanties) and systematically stole the food and farm animals. At a designated point we ambushed them, using the tranquilizer darts. When they awakened, the men's hands were securely tied, and they were connected in a chain. As the men began to awake, two of the five were hit with new darts to keep the group from running off. Then, a small but powerful loudspeaker, which we had placed in a tree, blared out. "This is Thor. I am very displeased with you. Tell your captain that sometime this week, when he does not expect it, I will give him instructions which he must obey exactly. Do you understand me?" Eric had done a good job with the dialect, because the men nodded, and, hearing this inhumanly loud voice coming from the trees, started running as fast as they could, dragging their two still groggy colleagues with them. We camped well outside of Tollopston. Clearly, with the village under the control of a foreign invader, we, as representatives of King Alstar, would not be particularly welcome. Late that night, we crept into Tollopston to get a feel for the layout of the village. We quickly located the house in which the Viking chieftains were staying. We also spotted the two Viking ships, anchored some distance from shore. The next night we prepared the first step of our plan. After dark, we brought two of the high powered loudspeakers and placed them high in the trees. Both were fed from radio receivers. Then, at approximately midnight, a single skyrocket was launched, exploding with a loud explosion and a display of streamers. People, including the Vikings, rushed to the streets. About three minutes later, a second skyrocket was set off. Then the loudspeakers blared forth, in as near to the Viking dialect as Eric could muster: "To the Captain of the Vikings. Tomorrow you will leave Tollopston and return to your native land. You will take nothing that you did not bring, and you will not cause further harm to Tollopston. If you do not follow my instructions exactly, I will destroy your weapons, burn your ships, and you will be sent to King Alstar for punishment. I, Thor, have spoken." A third skyrocket was launched. There was total silence in the village square during this event. Shee terror was seen on the faces, illuminated by the skyrockets, in the square. For the Vikings, this was a frightening religious experience that would never be forgotten. We had no doubt that the instructions would be followed. The only thing that remained for us was to wait for a couple of hours, tranquilize anyone remaining outside, and recover the speakers. As we anticipated, during the following day, there was much scurrying around as the Vikings were almost in a panic to leave. Our mission to study this century was essentially completed. The question was whether to return to the 20th century or to make one trip back to Kalatot Castle. It would be fun to return as conquering heros, but the king's messengers had also brought messages of our "magic." This could create some awkward situations and perceptions, and, of course, would be seen as threatening to some. The decision to make one more visit to Kalatot was made by Eric after hearing George describe his experiences with the Queen's Lady-in-waiting. CHAPTER 4 - RETURN TO KALATOT On the return trip, we encountered one more band of thieves. As soon as they saw whom they were facing, they quickly turned tail and ran. Word of our accomplishments had spread rapidly. We stopped by the cave and left the extra equipment and non-degradable scrap for return to the 20th century. After confirming that the transfer had taken place, we left the next morning. We stopped again at the inn where we stayed the first night and were offered free food and lodging in return for restoring the health of the innkeeper's son. However, no one appeared happier to see us than the busty barmaid. Both George and I, after tasting the fruits of Kalatot, declined to bed her down, but Eric was adventuresome. Word of our prospective arrival at the Kalatot castle had preceded us. Amid a flurry of trumpets, we rode into the courtyard. That night a banquet was held in our honor. My two squires, although not seated at the banquet table, were given special recognition. King Alstar asked, "I am going hunting tomorrow - would you like to accompany me?" My first thought was 'no fucking way!' but I replied, "No thank you sire. My pages and I have ridden hard for the past few days, and we would prefer to rest." The Queen, seated on the other side of the King was slyly smiling. The King then asked, "At the moment, I do not have another campaign planned. What are your plans?" "I plan to travel to other areas of England - probably the southern sector," I replied, knowing full well that when we left, we would be gone forever. After dinner of venison (eaten from the bone) and wine, the court jester and magician, Markin, came in to entertain us. "My Ladies and Lords," Markin began, "I cannot match the magic that we have heard about from our distinguished guest, but I will try to entertain." His comments had a touch of sarcasm that caused me to wonder how much of a threat he perceived that I was. The jester's entertainment was mediocre at best; nevertheless, I tried to show support and appreciation. That night, I, and my two squires slept better than we had in weeks. The following day, as expected, the summons came from the Queen. Two Ladies-in-waiting were assigned to entertain George and Eric. I arrived at the Queen's chambers promptly at the appointed time. She was absolutely radiant, highlighted by the flickering fire and illuminated by the afternoon sun coming through the wall openings. I gently brushed her lips with mine. She couldn't wait - she pulled my hands under her gown and threw her arms around me. The next kiss was anything but gentle. My arms under all of her clothes on her bare back as we kissed passionately. It was only minutes before two naked bodies were entangled on her bed. I did not want one square inch of her soft, warm body to go unkissed. I started at her forehead, and covered her face with gentle kisses. Then down to her neck, behind her ears, then to those firm, well formed breasts. I sucked gently on each nipple. It took about forty minutes to work down to her feet and start back up, switching back and forth between her legs. I worked all around the generous pubic hair and back to her crotch. By this time, we had just naturally moved into a "69" position. The Queen began was fondling and teasing my scrotum and gently kissing my throbbing penis. I spread the lips of her vulva as she shuddered with anticipation. I began to lightly tease the unhooded clitoris. Finally, she reached down and pushed my head toward her vagina. I then started massaging and sucking with vigor. Her pussy was wonderful. She had sweet feminine odors - her attendants had done an excellent job of bathing and preparing her. She climaxed several times with my mouth pressed against her clit. Then she pushed me around, and I slipped my cock into that warm, inviting channel. She hit another peak just as I reached my climax, spraying the inside of her vagina with warm (but spermless) semen. We lay together on the bed - both of us were exhausted. "I am leaving tomorrow; you will never see me again," I confided. A tear appeared in her eye. "We have only been together twice, but it has been the best I've ever had. Won't you please come back?" she asked. As I was about to answer, the door flung open. Two strong men grabbed me and wrapped a blanket around my naked body. Markin picked up my clothes in a bundle. He spoke to the Queen, "Your Highness, if you say anything about this, I will describe your activities in detail to the King." The two strong men carried me to a distant room in the basement of the castle. I was completely helpless; my arms were restrained by the blanket and all of my protection was with my clothes. I hoped that Markin would not look too closely at my clothes and discover some of the goodies I had hidden there. A rope was tied to each leg and arm. The ropes attached to my arms were thrown over a ceiling beam and tied off. The leg ropes were simply tied to keep me from kicking and to keep my legs spread apart. I was standing, spread eagled in the middle of the room, completely naked. "Now," Markin announced, "We will see whose magic is stronger. In fact, you will disclose all of your secrets to me." As Markin walked around me deciding how he was going to torture me, he noticed my circumcised penis. "You are not one of us. Where are you from?" I explained that we came from far away and the cut penis was common in our land. I also told Markin that, if he would release me, I, and my squires, would leave and never return. "Maybe I should cut the rest of your penis off," Markin replied. By now I was beginning to sweat, in spite of the cold, damp dungeon. "If you do that," I replied, "I will surely die quickly from the blood loss, and you will never learn anything." My best strategy was to stall for time. I knew that the Queen would relay news of my kidnapping to George and Eric. We were concerned about becoming separated and had powerful miniaturized homing transmitters sewn into our clothes. So I knew my ordeal wouldn't be long. Just then I saw one of Markin's henchmen pick up a whip. Markin nodded at him, and the whip came crashing down on my back. The stinging blows continued across my back, buttocks and legs until I almost passed out. After the beating stopped, Markin walked over. "Now, let's talk." "What do you want to talk about?" I asked. "Don't get smart with me. I want to know how you do all of your tricks, particularly how you lit up the sky in Tollopston and caused the Norse gods to talk." "I can't possibly explain that to you; I couldn't do it again right now if I had to." Markin picked up a small but sturdy branch. He poised the branch directly under my scrotum. "You had better think fast - If I don't hear what I want ... " and he tapped my testicles with the branch. At that instant, the door blew off of its hinges thanks to a well placed charge of plastic explosives. Tranquilizer darts quickly dispatched Markin and his henchmen. George came over and looked at my back while Eric cut me down. George reached in his bag of tricks and pulled out a can of anesthetic spray to kill the pain. Then he sprayed my the whip welts with a antiseptic to prevent infection. "You are going to have a rough ride tomorrow," he told me. In the meantime, we tied up Markin and his henchmen, and moved them to another room in the dungeon whose door was still intact, and locked them up. We would let them see some real magic later on tonight. We sent our thanks to the Queen. Later, we dined with the King and his court. It was really hard for me to sit still during the meal, but, if it hadn't been for my friends, it could have been much worse. After the castle was quiet, it was time to take care of Markin. Judiciously using a flashlight, we set up the corridor leading from the dungeon back to the castle with battery operated sound equipment and ultraviolet lamps. We entered the cell using night goggles and released one of the brutes that kidnapped me. No words were spoken. There was absolutely no light in the cell or the corridor into which the man was pushed and told to escape. As he passed through the corridor, the ultraviolet lights flashed on some phosphorescent images that we had painted on the wall while strange sounds and voices admonished him to leave the castle forever. This was repeated with the second man. Then came Markin. He got special treatment. He was stripped naked in the dark by mysterious hands, and pushed into the pitch black corridor. The audio messages in the corridor stated in an erie voice, "You were told to release your prisoner. Instead you injured him." At that instant, a whip caught Markin's back, pushing him against the wall. Although we were much less harsh with Markin than his men were with me, he was scared shitless. The voice came on again, accompanied by a flash of the phosphorescent figures on the wall, "You will leave Kalatot TONIGHT, and never return." Again a well directed lash of the whip. The amplified voice stated, "Clothes will be waiting for you at the end of the corridor. Leave NOW." Another lash of the whip had Markin running through the dark tunnel, stumbling and feeling his way out. The clothes we had left for him were not his clothes, but were the clothes of a down and out peasant. All that remained was for us to collect our equipment and try to get a little sleep. CHAPTER 5 - CONCLUSION The next morning, I requested an audience with King Alstar. "We are leaving now. I wish you and your court well." The King replied, "The best to you. Our castle is always open to you when you return." I only wished that there were some way to teach the King how to improve his sex life. Our trip back to the cave was uneventful. We left a note in the box that our mission was complete. The next day we were in the cave, prepared to return, and our return went smoothly. The only remaining task was to write a scholarly paper on our foray into early England. The problem was Who would believe us?