Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 76: what you’re looking at

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IT’S DARK OUT THERE in attaching to the side of the ship. “In the name of Sir Hey- ward,” he said, “I claim this vessel.”’ He stared up at For- man, and waved. “You, var- let, come hither!”’ Peters grabbed his arm, murmuring: “Stay where you are, Larry—a gent over there is taking aim with a cross- bow.” Forman withdrew his head and called down: “Who are you? And where are we?” The man in armour placed one foot on the bottom rung of the ladder. It looked as though he intended to come up, but the weight of iron he wore discouraged him. “T represent Sir Heyward, master of yon castle flying the green dragon on a yellow ground, and you are in his domain. I order you to set foot on the ground.” “Not with that bowman drawing a bead on us,”’ Peters ~ murmured. A trumpet sounded in the distance and the man below grew impatient. “Hurry, 75 hurry,’’ he urged. “‘The knights of Sir Gentile approach.” When he saw that Forman made no move to descend the ladder, he signalled with his hand. The bowman let fly and an arrow came winging up- wards. Peters dragged Forman back and locked the door. From the porthole, they watched a line of knights charge down from the second castle, lances gleaming in the sun. Sir Heyward’s men swung into battle formation. Gaudy banners waved in the breeze. A trumpet blared. “Charge!” “Well,” said Geoff Peters, “this beats anything I ever saw on TV!” There was no doubt about it. Both groups of knights were in earnest. Behind the horsemen, came rows of semi-armoured men bearing maces, and behind them the bowmen shot their arrows. The hoofs of gallop- | ing horses set the ground echoing with thunder, raising dust even from the grassland. Lances- flashed in bright . comicloooks.com