Summer Lawns Ch. 12 - Gremalgin

Back at the Manor Gremalgin began to act even stranger than usual. Sharing a bed with an intelligence officer had meant she now had access to secret documents.

"Seems to me your Magical Order is alive and well and living in Berlin."

"What makes you say that?" Sandra wondered why she had been so moody of late, as they both sat in the bedroom and looked at the garden below.

"This is a report on top Nazis and what they intend to do with them after the war. Provided they win." Gremalgin held up a bundle of papers and stared into space.

"Of course they will win! For we have God on our side! Can you doubt the strength of this mighty army?"

"Sandra this isn't the Civil War! These people are up against the forces of darkness themselves."

"How do you know?"

"Because I'm part of it!" Gremalgin looked at her and seemed afraid for the first time.

"Then what are these Nazis? Are they demons like yourself? Have they been called into this world by Magic?"

"Some of them. Some came because they find this war suits them. The fact remains that I am in danger. If your Order finds me, they will want me to go back, and believe me, Sandra, I don't want that. I want to stay in your world, and the only way I can do that is to join these Nazis in Berlin."

"Gremalgin that is madness! How are you going to get to Berlin?"

"This army is going there, I'll tag along."

"You can't go into battle with them. This is like no other war we have known. If the Magical Order is in Berlin why go there? Surely you should be headed in the opposite direction?"

"They are a part of your Order which has gone bad. Real bad! They have the power to give me freedom if I can convince them in my own way. The other side of the coin lies with this very army. For they are campaigning on moral grounds."

"What's that got to do with it?" asked Sandra.

"Because they are the other part of your Order. They are the side of good, the side which got rid of Cromwell and convinced you to travel through time. Don't you see the danger I'm in?" Gremalgin pleaded with her now.

"Trust me, I will do all I can to convince them to keep you in this world. You have done us a great service and you can only be rewarded."

"That ain't enough for me babe, I got' a make plans. Don't try and stop me, Sandra, we've been friends long enough."

With that, she was gone, and Sandra felt it was time she was moving on too. Now she could command the power of magic through sex. She experimented with a small circle and candles that night, reciting a spell from memory the Reverend Fanshaw had taught her. The time was not right to dig the tools up from the Maze, so she would have to find another way. Sure enough, she was able to make lights appear from no-where and dance around the room. It was a small thing, but impressed the girl, as it meant she could use the power.

Now to put it into action.

But the problem still remained, how to use the power in the Maze?

She needed to be actually engaged in the act of sex in order for the Magic to work, and work well enough to get her through time. So she needed one of the soldiers.

Sadly luck was not on her side, as the army was mobilising for D-Day. This huge force was moving itself down to the South coast in order to launch itself across the channel. Security was very tight now, as the army was very conscious that the Germans were watching. They saw spies everywhere and questioned everyone.

Sandra was facing ruin as she now saw lines of people drawn up and identity papers checked. The only person she could turn to, was Mr Tyler, and he helped her get a set of documents so water-tight she could remain unseen. Of course, all Tyler could do, was point her in the right direction, and tell Sandra what everyone else did. The rest was down to Magic, and Sandra found she could now manipulate weaker minds quite easily. She walked through the guards after having the papers studied carefully, knowing they were completely false but safe in the knowledge that she had made the right people stamp the right forms.

However, time was running out and Sandra found it more difficult to stay in the Manor. The officers she had performed sex with, alongside Gremalgin, were long gone. The Manor was empty for a while, but soon a new wave of recruits began to walk through the ancient door.

One head of the Military Police knew something was wrong. No matter how she tried to convince him that she belonged here, Sandra knew the man would not believe her. Finally, things came to a head as he found her walking to the Maze. Pulling his pistol he ordered her to give an explanation as to why she was out here. The whole village was swarming with military hardware by now, and people were getting nervous.

Catching her breath, at the sight of the gun, Sandra could think of one thing. She asked him to follow her into the Maze, and the man came. He was truly surprised as she lifted up her skirt to reveal her knickers and opened her legs. With some hesitation, the man put away the gun and pulled out his other weapon. This was hard and erect and slid inside her with the excitement of the moment.

As the soldier began to push something amazing happened and the girl disappeared.

For Sandra, the world swam by and she opened her eyes to a new world.

Gone was the GI performing sex upon her, and gone were the noises of rolling tanks, and screaming aircraft.

Instead, the Manor House remained.

Shabby, but cared for, it stood before her. The garden had been little cared for either, although the grass had grown back after the tramp of heavy boots. Sandra opened the door and walked inside.

There was no-one. She walked around the familiar rooms, looking for a clue. She visited the parlour, where Gremalgin had held a screaming match with the Squire. Then she went to the kitchens where the Reverend Fanshaw's cook had baked her such lovely meals. Finally, she entered the drawing-room, with its panels still boarded up, and looked at the spot where she had left her parents, centuries ago.

A voice made her wake from her dream and she looked around. There was someone else in the house. Sandra rushed into the hall and stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"So you must admit, it needs a little work," the man in the smart suit held a piece of paper and addressed a young couple, as they descended the stairs.

"At least the dress sense has improved," smiled Sandra as she watched them.

"I'm sorry, this is a private viewing. Do you have an appointment?" The man in the sharp suit looked at her as they reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Only with destiny my good Sir," laughed Sandra as she looked around. "At least they took those awful telephone wires with them."

"Look if you are here to buy the house, you are welcome to it." The young woman clutching her boyfriend's arm tugged him towards the door in a bad-tempered hurry. "You're right when you said it would need some work. Demolishing, is what I say. Come on!"

With that, they walked through the front door, and were gone. Sandra stood alone with the young man.

"I don't suppose you would be interested in looking at the house?" He tried his best smile and handed her the brochure.

"I've already seen it. But, yes, I want to buy it. You'll have to wait a while, as I haven't any money, but don't let that worry you. I think I have the scheme to gain such funds."

"This is a very expensive property Madam. If it is outside of your bracket, I should strongly advise against a rash decision." The estate agent was about to find the keys and go.

"Look, young sir. I am serious about the purchase of the house, only there are certain people I have to find first, in order to gain these monies. Now I wish to stay in the house for the foreseeable future, and considering it is empty, you might agree to my terms."

"Madam, the reputation of our company is on the line now. This is my Father's firm, and if I was to simply let you stay here..."

His words were cut short as Sandra let the dress slip from her shoulders

Sandra let a smile cross her face to show he was welcome in her company and held out her arms. The man obliged and fell into them, kissing her hungrily and rubbing his hands across her bottom. Selling property was a stressful business and free sex had never presented itself before. So Sandra knew the more she led him on, the quicker it would be over. With that thought in mind, she undid his trousers and pulled down his pants, his soft weapon growing hard.

She reached down and held it firmly between her fingers, then did something Gremalgin had taught her. She pulled her hand back and spat in it, then returned to the swelling organ and worked the skin back and forth more freely. The man loved that. With her back to the wall, Sandra opened her legs wide and helped push his weapon inside her. His heavy breath sounded in her ear as the man panted faster and faster. The cock sliding freely inside her, as she had become very wet with the excitement of it all. It had only been a few minutes since she had been used by the soldier in the Maze, and the casual and degrading dirty feeling which flowed through her, made Sandra want to come.

He came first and stood rigid up against her. When he was finished, the man let his soft tool slip from her.

"I think that concludes our business for today, Sir," said Sandra pulling the dress back over her head. She left the man lying in a heap on the floor, and taking the keys, walked to what used to be the kitchen.

"God that was the best moment of my life." The young man tried to dress himself and regain some composure. "If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know, I'm only too happy to help."

"Please be kind enough to furnish me will some liquid capital. Just leave it on the way out," came her reply as she looked around the kitchen. "What passes for money in this day and age?"

"This should be enough for now." The estate agent snatched at his wallet and fumbled for a handful of notes, letting them fall onto a dusty table. "May I ask about your purchase of the house? Not that I want to rush you, but this all happened because you said you were interested?"

"Certainly, although I shall require a small investment to begin my programme. From then on I can assure you, our family fortune will be restored."

When the young estate agent had finally gone, in a nervous rush, Sandra wandered around the village to find something to eat. After finding the new currency did not go very far in this day and age, she sat down that evening to formulate her plans.

What she needed was a huge fortune. A sum of money so big, it would enable her to begin a thorough search for her arch-enemy. Sandra was almost sure that Chesterton, now lived in this age. Everything she had ever read pointed to the fact, and all the clues she had gathered, backed up her hunch.

However, this was a very different age to the ones she had encountered before. More frightening than that during World War Two. Sandra liked to think that she had learnt something in every age she had travelled through, learning a great deal from Gremalgin herself. But this was different. Very different.

She realised her speech was very out of tune with the times. People could hardly understand her and even laughed in her face, at the old fashioned way she formed her words. That had to stop.

Her clothes too were well out of fashion. In fact, Sandra had no idea what was in fashion today. There were a thousand things to learn. What did people eat? What did they talk about? She would have to learn a lot to blend in.

Of the Magical Order, there was no sign. During her last visit, in war-time, there was no sign of the Order. Sandra seriously wondered if it has survived the ages. As no-one had made any effort to contact her, even to enlist Gremalgin in the duty she was conjured up for. Her whereabouts remained an even greater mystery.

But as gloomy as things looked, Sandra did not despair. For out in the garden, lay the most powerful tools she would ever need.

The next morning, as the mists cleared enough to see through the Yew Maze, Sandra began digging. She scrambled around on hands and knees until she discovered a small rusty box hidden in the roots of one tree.

Opening it, Sandra found the very tools her Father had buried here in 1645.

"Now we shall see some true Magic."

Along with the candles, wand and ritual knives found lying in their shallow grave, Sandra found something else. Out of an act of kindness The Reverend Fanshaw had enclosed some of the Magical books from his own library.

Sandra called out with a shout of joy as she held the leather-bound volumes. She had grown to love the rich passages and their descriptions on how to change the world around you, and this filled her with a sense of power which she thought left behind in 1745.

One night as she read the old books, by candle-light, Sandra discovered a very important spell. Candles were the only form of lighting in the manor at that time, as she had no idea how to re-connect the electricity, barely understanding it anyway. So by the light of flickering candles, Sandra discovered an answer to her problems.

The spell was one for tracing the past of an important object, and this was not wasted on her as she remembered the words of her Mother. Cleopatra's ring was a very important object and one which could be easily traced. With a piece of paper and a pencil in her hand, Sandra spoke the spell and performed the ritual.

When she opened her eyes again, the morning sunlight flooded the room, and there on the dusty table before her, lay the results. She had lapsed in a trance and conjured up the power of automatic writing, which had used her hand to write down the information she required. There it was before her, the name and address of the current owners of the ring.

With that, would come the true identity of the beasts that attacked her village, and then would follow her revenge.