Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN Do your worst, RARGH! ye brutes! Ye'll find no treasure within.

How did you two beat us here? In the TimeMaster— you passed it coming up from the beach. There's another time machine? That's a relief. Why? Where's the TimeBender? Look, it's not our fault. But it swallowed a lot of seawater. It might be kaput. Chill out. We still have a working time machine. KRPUT?! Yeah. After we get our treasure, we can all just head home in the TimeMaster. No biggie.

You've got some nerve, Darcy. The professor worked on the TimeBender for NINE YEARS. Yeah, it's not perfect- but we love it! And we're not just going to abandon it to rust on a beach in medieval Ireland.

Oh and by the way- it's impossible to take any objects from the past to the present. WHAT?! No treasure?! No treasure. ALL HAIL QUEEN DARCY!

CRABSTICKS. NOOOOOOOO!!! NOT THE BOOOOOOK!!! NOT OUR PRECIOUS BOOK OF GLENDARA!! WHAT'S WRONG?! Our book! OUR BOOK! The Vikings have stolen it!!

Your BOOK?! OK, phew. For a second I thought something serious had happened. IT HAS!!! The most serious thing imaginable. Cormac, this is far worse than the sacred vessels being taken. I never dreamed a Viking would have any interest in our book.