9 Bin Hur 65 BC

CHAPTER 9 BIN HUR We swirl through time until the chronometer reads 65

BC and we start plummeting towards the ground. We land but this time we don't stop moving. I peep out of the lid and realise why. We're hurtling along a chariot racing track in the middle of an Ancient Roman chariot race and, surprisingly, we don't seem to be doing that badly. It looks like we're in fourth place. 'Oh dear,' says the inspector. 'This looks dangerous.'

'Hey, look,' says Terry, 'an Ancient Roman Andy and an Ancient Roman Terry!' Terry's right! Ahead of us are two chariots—one being driven by someone who looks a lot like Terry and the other by someone who looks a lot like me.

Coming up behind them is a scary-looking woman driving a chariot with big spikes on its wheels.

She is getting closer and closer to Ancient Roman Andy's chariot, and then the metal spike crashes through his wheel and smashes it to pieces! His chariot skids wildly and tips over. Ancient Roman Andy is thrown from his chariot onto the racetrack.

He's still holding onto his horse's reins, though, and is being dragged along on his stomach.