Adventure

A Norman arrow whistled through the air towards the king… a shriek of agony rang out, tearing through the night air and filling everyone’s hearts with dread.

A good-looking man with curly black hair emerged from the crowd and swept into a low bow before them. ‘Lancelot, at your service.’ Beaming at the twins, he clapped his hands delightedly. ‘I am from Gaul, but you must be from ze British branch of my family.’

‘From now on you shall be called “Max, beloved of Amun”,’ announced Tutankhamun in a solemn voice. He knelt down, staring deep into Max’s eyes.