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get the train for Condicat?

For Condicat and Tassister, Yorkwood Inn and Newminster, go to number five

platform by the footbridge.

Thank you, sir.

Ah, young man.

I see my Barney dog has made friends with you at first sight.

That's the type that likings are made.

And you're looking for your ticket, which, lo, is on the platform, dropped

your feet.

But it can't be.

So it is.

Thank you, sir.

You must have slipped it out as you rumpaged. Yes.

If I what?

Well... Can I give you a hand?

Oh, if you would be so kind, hold me steady as I swing her up, then I can get

her to my back, where she rides at triumph.

Only I do date from pagan times, and age makes joints to creak.

Oh, doesn't it?

You think it does.

Then, there we are.

Oh, that's right.

Thank you, Phil. Thank you very much.

Yes, I do know.

Going home for the holidays?

What?

Yes, sir. Very seasonable weather, too.

No. I like... No?

Over Christmas, I wonder if you play games and, uh, do card tricks.

I don't know any card tricks.

Not knowing?

Allow me to teach you one.

Oh, I don't think I'll be very good at it.

I see that you'll be very clever at it.

Don't you agree, Tristan?

You have the face of one certain to be very clever at card tricks.

Hmm, the very face.

Shut the... facial angle and the Borromean index.

Let nothing tempt you into playing cards with strangers on a train. That's what

my guardian says.

Nevertheless, there's no harm in showing him one of the tricks card sharpeners

use to deceive the unwary.

Ha, ha, ha. What?

True. True.

Which is the lady?

That one.

Oh, no, it is.

Gosh, what it is to have young eyes, Gwen. There.

I owe you sixpence.

I'm not usually allowed to play for money.

Very good principle.

But if I beat you this time, you shall give me half a crown for the poor box

next Sunday's collection.

But I... Agreed.

That would simply be sportsman's honour.

Um, of course.

Now.

Which is the lady?

That one.

I saw her from underneath as the cards went down.

Charming little fella.

Do you keep dogs at Seaking's, Mr. Harker?

How do you know my name and where I live?

Uh -huh.

Magic.

Hey!

Hey.

Jim, give Master Pair an answer here.

One, Master K, how you all grow.

Thank you, Jim.

Yes. I think he's going to fool Harbin, Mr...

Carolina Reza!

Pickpockets!

There must have been pickpockets in the crowd!

My little purse!

My watch!

Gone! Oh, what a good start to the holidays.

It's the tickets I couldn't find.

Don't be silly, Kay. I saw you handed in to the man at the gate.

The old man.

Excuse me, sir.

Is that a Punch and Judy show?

I am, so to speak, a showman.

But the secrets of my show, they aren't to be had by everyone, are they?

I was to ask you whether you'd like a lift into town.

It being so cold.

No, I thank you, Master Harker.

You must get home to Seekings.

Time and tide and buttered eggs wait for no man.

But one thing you can do for me.

The wolves are running.

Perhaps you would do something to stop their bite.

Wolves?

If you will, there is something no other soul can do for me but you alone.

Look. For the old lady, Master Gay.

The old lady with the ring.

Caroline Louisa, are we having muffins? No, tea cakes.

I'd love some muffins.

Could we stop at both the baker's and get some?

And you'll have to lend me some tin. I haven't a toffee to my kick.

Kay! You know you're not allowed to use flan.

Toffee to my kick.

How about these pickpockets?

Who else was on the train?

Two weird chaps.

But it can't have been them. They were sort of clergymen.

But it was peculiar.

They knew my name and that I lived at Seaking's.

Well, they could have read that on your luggage label.

Do I say, I don't suppose you were robbed by that old man?

Never. He wouldn't do that.

I know he wouldn't.

Jim, can you stop at the baker's, please?

Well, are you going to cough up?

Please,

the wolves are running.

He says if I tell you, you will know.

And the elves will know. No one will get bit.

What else can we add to it?

Something especially for you.

Buttered eggs.

How did you guess?

Time untied and buttered eggs with phenomena.

Okay, I must tell you. All the Jones... The children are with us for the

holidays. Golly, how did that happen? Well, the parents had to go abroad.

I couldn't bear to think of the children having nowhere to go for Christmas. You

don't mind?

No, I like the Joneses.

It's rather a gollop of them, though.

Look, I wonder who owns those Alsatians.

Good many people have them now, for protection.

I never liked them.

They're too like wolves.

Dick them up.

Mariah, really?

Mariah. don't point guns at people.

Hello, Kay. Hello.

Oh, poo, it's only a toy.

Kay, I've got a real gun at home. I pop balloons and pink hands with it. It's an

air gun, and it's not really yours.

Kay, you're one of my sensible sisters, Susan and Jemima.

Yes, of course. Hello. Hello.

Kay, just what are we going to do this Christmas? If we're snowed in, it could

get awfully boring.

What Jemima means is what Christmas treats you might have, and it's not very

polite for her to ask.

Golly, I am stupid.

I should have asked that old Punch and Judy man whether he would come and give

us a show.

Yeah. My idea of a Christmas tree is if a gang of robbers burgled the

neighbourhood and we battled it out with revolvers. Bang, bang, bang!

I hope we may be spared that.

Christmas ought to be brought up to date with gangsters and automatic pistols

and aeroplanes.

Meow!

Caroline and Louisa, can we go into town and see if we can find him?

Oh, you... You may go, but it is getting rather cold and I think your guests

just don't get ready for supper.

Dr. Harker?

Hey, Harker.

They tell me the wolves are running.

If you see someone, say someone is safe.

And look out for sun, Master Harker.

The drop of dew.

I saw someone. I wish to tell someone that someone is safe.

When the wolves are running, that's more than anyone knows.

Would you tell me what you mean by wolves?

Now then, you want me to go up to Seeking's with my punch and Judy?

How did you know?

I will come, and I may bring more than my show.

In my box are such delights as you.

But you're a good, kind boy.

And you may see something of the box.

Is it... Are you... Magic?

Now then, you're fond of birds, aren't you?

What? bird would you most like to see?

Um, there is a bird I've always wanted to see,

but I don't think it really exists.

Which you thought didn't exist.

Let's see if we can wake him up, shall we?

Ready?

One, two, three.

Wake up, Mr.

Brunch.

I understand you've been extremely wicked and bad.

I shall take you down to you -know -where to be punished.

But as it's Christmas, I've decided to give you one more chance.

Promise you'll be good.

I know you will be.

May punch be good and Judy fair.

and evil vanish into air.

Oh, may we have the light, then, please?

There's someone out there.

Well, we'll soon see.

tempt me.

The very man I want to speak to.

Mr... Hallings, Your Grace. Cole Hallings.

I'm giving a Christmas party tomorrow evening at five o 'clock and you're all

invited. Especially you, Mr. Cole Hallings, with your Punch and Judy show.

Right gladly will I come, Your Grace.

I've played a Christmas play upon that night ever since pagan times.

In a manner of speaking.

Take care on your way home now.

Good night. Good night.

Oh, one thing more. On Christmas Eve, the midnight service in Tachitzer

Cathedral will be the thousandth Christmas ceremony to be held there.

of that. A special service every single Christmas for a thousand years. You must

all come and make it truly memorable.

We shall be there, Your Grace.

Whatever happens in between, we shall be there.

Good night.

Merry Christmas.

We were just too late for your concert, what?

Speaking. Now that floppy singing's over, we're going to dress up and play

pirates. You go on up. I'll be there in a minute. Thank you.

Yes.

They're outside.

What do they want?

My old magic.

Their new magic is sometimes too powerful.

Something they want.

The Box of Delights.

What picture is that?

It was painted by my grandfather. It's a mountain in Switzerland.

Hold his head.

There, Halley -oop. And off we go.

Watch out for walls, Master K.

Come on.

Come on, Barney Dog.

That was London on the telephone.

My brother's ill again and they think I should pop up to see him. Just for a

day.

I hate leaving all of you on your own.

But it's Christmas.

Season of goodwill and all that.

Nothing can go wrong, can it?

I'd love to catch the evening train. Will you come and see me off?

Kay, what are you gaping at?

Jim, I've got to do a bit of last -minute Christmas shopping for those

Joneses. Can you drop me near the shops?

I'll find my own way home.

Well? Here we are, then.

What?

We are not all here yet.

Where's Rat?

Rat, my dear.

You got any green cheese for me?

As green as only you can eat.

And what are we to do next? What?

You, foxy -faced Charles, and you, my chubby Joe.

Let that old devil of a punchin' judy man slip through my fingers.

I bet we overheard some valuable information.

The bishop gives a Christmas party at his palace in Chattisburg.

Tomorrow at five, Garth. And the old boy will be there.

Christmas party?

Off you get, Tatchester, right now.

Smell out the ground.

Right.

Those are two you want to watch, Bart.

Like to be chief, both of them would.

Even him.

Ah, what?

Huh.

Well, have you found anything for me, Rat?

before the boy coming on.

The old man find a power with her.

The old woman with the flashing eyes.

Expect action at dawn tomorrow.

Dawn?

Action?

Well, bacon grinds I was hoping for, not just cheese.

Bacon rind you shall have tomorrow.

Oh, yes, tomorrow.

That brings a plump to a man, bacon rind tomorrow.

That and marabou in the day after makes your fur shine.

Rat, dear.

I said rat!

The old man will be near King Arthur's camp on Buckler's down up on the

hill.

Brave rat.

Beautiful rat.

Report to me then, after the action at dawn, 11 a .m., my private rooms.

Prince Rupert's arm.

I will get that box from him, rat.

For it will give me power.

Power over all.

For the thousandth Christmas ceremony.

Well, we'll see about that. But if anyone else gets in my way...

Meaning the boy.

Meaning the boy.

Young Master Harker.

If he should get in our way...

Kay? What's the matter?

King Arthur's camp.

I'm needed there. I know I am. Will you come?

Come? It must be nearly midnight.

Anyway, there hasn't been a camp for centuries.

It's just a big lump of earth in the middle of nowhere.

Oh, go back to sleep.

Hello Pony!

Tony, how do we get in?