Page 67 of Gladiator Moon

Somehow, I’ve ended up standing on my desk, my black wings having sprung from my back and a ball of fire presently burning in my open palm. Okay, yeah. I definitely look pretty witch-like. And demon-like, too.

“You don’t come into my office and pull a sword, mister.”

He eyes the ice sword. Then my wings. Then the fireball. Wisely, he returns his sword to its sheath. “My apologies, madam. I might have overreacted. We call it being ‘jumpy’ in my time.”

“Same.”

Relief suddenly passes over his handsome face. “Methinks the stories are true.”

“What stories?”

“That you might be able to help me return home. But I fear my home is gone.”

“Where’s home?”

“Nottinghamshire.”

“Where the hell is that?”

“England. And please, m’lady. Language.”

“Oops, sorry. Okay, well, England is still there.”

A faint smile touches his soft lips. “Not my England.”

Hmm. Interesting. I ask, “What’s your name, good sir?”

He straightens. “I am called Robin of Locksley.” I stare at him as the pieces begin clicking into place. Then he adds, “Though I believe in your time, I am better known as Robin Hood.”

The End