“Listen now, we’re in the ninth century. You can’t stroll into the village as if it’s the normal thing to do. Neither of you speaks the language. What happens if you are accused of witchcraft because you each have a double over here? Or you might be taken and sold as a slave or killed on sight as an invader or a spy.”
“b****y hell, Rick, if it’s that bad why did you bring us here?” Gary challenged him, “I could have brought a pistol or something.”
“A g*n, Gary? Before you managed to aim it an arrow would pick you off from farther away.”
“Oh, great! But there must be something we’re better at than them.”
“Do you think you can plough a field or s*******r swine? There’s no electricity, you know. You’re in for a culture shock.”
Rick smirked when he noticed Esme checking her mobile phone.
