Guy thought she must be a better surgeon than he had thought. She had sliced both pieces of bread to the exact same width. Not even Prince John’s cooks could manage that feat. He wasn’t sure what turkey was, other than one of those Saracen countries. But if Lady Allison said it was safe, he would trust her. He took a bite of the sandwich and nodded. “Oh, it’s like a guinea fowl. Very good.”
The knight looked at the TV and jumped slightly when it turned on without anyone touching it. There were sounds and pictures coming from it, just like she said there would be. There were drawings, moving and speaking as if they were real people. He put his sandwich down and moved closer, never taking his eyes off the television. He poked his finger at the screen, realizing why the good doctor hadn’t wanted him to be armed at this time.
“They almost look like living people,” he said in amazement. Guy looked over his should at Allison. “Is this witchcraft? Surely even now the Church frowns on such things.” He looked around the back of the TV, trying to find out how the drawings were getting into the box.