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stared at it in amazement. The pot must have been sealed when it was put in the ground because the coins looked brand new.
    “Wow, aren’t you a lucky boy,” Betty said in amazement. “That’s twice you’re going to get lucky today. Do you think its stuff that’s been stolen?”
    I picked up a gold bracelet inset with precious stones. I’m not a great expert on these things, but the design didn’t look remotely modern.
    “Get to your feet and die,” a voice commanded. Betty and I looked up to see a guy wearing full chain mail with a big sword in his hand. “I have been charged with your death, Wizard Morrissey, and I fully intend to deliver it to you.”

6.            Good Knight
     
    Now once upon a time I’d have been frightened by a hefty man in chain-mail carrying a big sharp looking sword. As it was, I was trying not to laugh. There was no trace of magic coming from him, so how he had arrived in the field was a mystery. Not that I cared. Betty stepped away from us and given how the situation must look through her eyes, I didn’t blame her.
    “Do I know you?” As a rejoinder, I’ve done better, but this was all a bit unexpected.
    The man took a deep breath. “By the power vested in me by the Supreme Court of the Diamond Worlds I am here to carry out their sentence. Wizard Morrissey, by agreeing to represent the Valhallans at the Conference Between the Worlds you have endangered the citizens of our worlds. The verdict is guilty and the sentence is death.”
    “Did you bring an army?”
    “Jake, run for the house.” This came from Betty. “We can call the police from there.”
    The man in mail ignored her.
    “You underestimate the Knights of Justice. It will be your last thought.”
    There was something surreal about the situation. It felt like a dream. Men in suits of amour do not accost you in an English field. Nor do they formally announce that they are going to kill you. I shook my head to clear it.
    He swung his sword at me. It was one of those broadsword things that they use in King Arthur movies. I instinctively stepped back as I used magic to bring his sword to a halt and trap it in the air.
    The sword ignored my magic and if I hadn’t moved just far enough out of range it would have gutted me. Betty screamed
    “You cannot escape. Accept your fate and I will be merciful in granting you a swift death.”
    The Knight seemed incapable of talking and fighting at the same time, so I had the time to scramble away from him. Betty seemed rooted to the spot. She had her phone in her hands, but she wasn’t pressing any buttons.
    He stood on the other side of the hole and I decided to hop behind him. That’s when I found I couldn’t hop. He smiled as if guessing my intention.
    “My sword and mail reduce your magic to nothing. You can neither fight nor flee.”
    ‘Some sort of damping field,’ the Star Trek watching part of my mind surmised. Since I didn’t have a tricorder handy, I used my magical sight to look at him. Though I was still pretty new to using it, I had an idea of what I was looking for. I saw a faint glow around the knight and his sword. He stepped forward and I stepped back, right onto the metal detector. It broke with a cracking sound. I lost my balance and fell backwards as he rushed at me.
    My magic slowed my descent and I was already rolling when his sword cut a couple of feet into the turf where I’d been. As he tugged to free it I got to my feet.
    By then I’d learnt something. My magic did work, at least on me. I might not be able to hop, but maybe I could fly.
    Before the Knight regained his balance I flew into the air above him and then power descended, my feet aiming straight for his shoulders. He started to look up as my feet hit him and he was pushed flat to the ground. I bounced away, cursing because hitting him felt like landing on concrete. It damned well hurt.
    “Jake!”
    Betty threw the spade towards me and I caught it just in time to stop the