George Helps The Secret Service
George and his servant, Jack, are being sent to Scotland on an
urgent mission for King Freddie of England. They are taken blindfolded
to the secret headquarters of the Secret Service for briefing prior to
their departure.
George and Jack were shown into a room where Tweedle Dum (Jim Barton) and Tweedle Dee (Dick Bond) were waiting for them. Jim handed George a heavy money bag. 'It's full of golden sovereigns for the sporran maker,' he said. 'You don't have to use them all. Try to strike a good bargain and bring back as many as you can.'
'That shouldn't be too difficult,' quipped Jack, 'even a Scotsman won't want too many of those nasty heads.'
'Ah, but these have your handsome head on the other side,' said Jim.
'Is that all?' asked George, 'The Prime Minister told us that we'd be trained for this mission.'
'Now what training would that be?' asked Dick.
'You know, stuff like how to speak with a Scottish accent.'
'Just speak without opening your mouth,' said Jim.
'Why should we do that?'
'There's always a cold wind blowing up there,' said Dick.
'How about Scottish dress, shouldn't we be in disguise?'
'Ah yes, why didn't we think of that?' said Dick. 'See what you can find,' he added to one of his assistants.
'And what about learning to play the bagpipes?' said Jack mischievously.
'That won't be necessary,' Jim replied, 'according to our best information there are many Scotsmen who cannot play.' George gave a sigh of relief.
'And drinking whisky?' asked Jack hopefully.
'Just like poitin and arak,' said Jim, 'you don't need any more practice.'
George thought about haggis and salty porridge and then tried to stop thinking about them. He tried to think about four shillings a week but his mind kept reverting to bagpipes and chewed sporrans.
The assistant returned with a kilt and a few other pieces of old moth-eaten Scottish clothing. The agents soon had Jack dressed more or less like an impoverished clansman. He was very pleased with his appearance. 'What about me?' asked George, 'I'll need some disguise as well.'
'Scottish knights are much like English knights,' said Dick, 'except their armour tends to be more rusty; you'll do as you are.'
George and Jack were shown into a room where Tweedle Dum (Jim Barton) and Tweedle Dee (Dick Bond) were waiting for them. Jim handed George a heavy money bag. 'It's full of golden sovereigns for the sporran maker,' he said. 'You don't have to use them all. Try to strike a good bargain and bring back as many as you can.'
'That shouldn't be too difficult,' quipped Jack, 'even a Scotsman won't want too many of those nasty heads.'
'Ah, but these have your handsome head on the other side,' said Jim.
'Is that all?' asked George, 'The Prime Minister told us that we'd be trained for this mission.'
'Now what training would that be?' asked Dick.
'You know, stuff like how to speak with a Scottish accent.'
'Just speak without opening your mouth,' said Jim.
'Why should we do that?'
'There's always a cold wind blowing up there,' said Dick.
'How about Scottish dress, shouldn't we be in disguise?'
'Ah yes, why didn't we think of that?' said Dick. 'See what you can find,' he added to one of his assistants.
'And what about learning to play the bagpipes?' said Jack mischievously.
'That won't be necessary,' Jim replied, 'according to our best information there are many Scotsmen who cannot play.' George gave a sigh of relief.
'And drinking whisky?' asked Jack hopefully.
'Just like poitin and arak,' said Jim, 'you don't need any more practice.'
George thought about haggis and salty porridge and then tried to stop thinking about them. He tried to think about four shillings a week but his mind kept reverting to bagpipes and chewed sporrans.
The assistant returned with a kilt and a few other pieces of old moth-eaten Scottish clothing. The agents soon had Jack dressed more or less like an impoverished clansman. He was very pleased with his appearance. 'What about me?' asked George, 'I'll need some disguise as well.'
'Scottish knights are much like English knights,' said Dick, 'except their armour tends to be more rusty; you'll do as you are.'
'You could fix a thistle to your helmet,' added Jim, 'and I wouldn't take that shield with a big red cross on it.'
'And keep your visor down,' said Dick, 'someone might recognise the patron saint of England.'
'Not necessary,' interjected Jim, 'most people in Scotland still think Cuthbert is patron saint.'
'And in England,' added Jack.
'It won't stay up for long anyway,' said George.
'Then it's back on with the blindfolds, I'm afraid,' said Dick. 'You'll be dropped off somewhere on the road north.'
Older Children and teenagers will enjoy reading the humorous
tales of Saint George: Rusty Knight and Monster Tamer, as he serves as
Minister for the Environment under King Freddie and Prime Minister
Merlin the Whirlin. The first book of a trilogy will appear in September
2015.
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