I haven't written anything for a while .....for which I apologise! But I have been writing - the book is underway full steam ahead!

I thought I would share a chapter - do remember that this is a first, unedited draft, so be kind :O)

Please comment freely - all feedback appreciated - even negative.


Alison ran to the mirror hanging on the far wall of the workshop. Even as she approached it she could see that her face was disappearing; in fact her whole head was transparent. She gasped and stared, unbelieving, at her image in the mirror. As she watched it faded slowly, until all she could see was Harry's startled face, looking at her with wide, frightened eyes, from the other side of the room.
'Where did she go?' said Harry and he rushed across the workshop towards the mirror, knocking a stool over in his haste. Half way there he collided with his invisible mother and Alison grabbed hold of his arms to steady him.
'It's alright Harry I'm still here', she said softly in his ear, 'it's just a bit more of Brigit's mischief.'
'Not mine actually', said Brigit, picking up the stool and placing back beside the bench, ' The dust was created by Merlin many years ago and has been sitting in that cupboard over there just waiting for an occasion to be useful. I think its time has come, don't you?'
'This is so weird', said Harry. He reached up to touch his mother's face with an outstretched hand.
'Ow', said Alison, 'you just poked your finger in my eye!'
Harry laughed, placed his arms around her and kissed an invisible cheek 'Sorry mum,' he said a little shakily, I don't like not being able to see you, it makes me feel a bit funny.
'Awww sweetie, 'she replied, 'it will be fine, don't worry'. She hugged him back and planted a kiss on his forehead. Lately, while all the madness had been happening, she come to regard him as so grown up; almost an equal in many ways. But now, looking at his worried face, she realised he was still just a boy.
'How long will this last', she said to Brigit as they approached the bench arm in arm.
'Not long', said Brigit, ' you only used a little sprinkle and its the amount of dust which determines how long the effect lasts. My guess is you will be appearing again any second and actually, I wish you would hurry up. Seeing Harry walking around with his arm hanging in mid air is most unnerving.'
Harry looked at his arm, which was indeed hanging in mid air and curved gently, as if he were taking part in some kind of medieval dance. He dropped his arm to his side looking foolish and blushing slightly.
 Suddenly a commotion erupted in the hall as the front door of the cottage was flung open and banged, noisily against the wall. They all turned, startled, as Moon and Jotiko supported a bloodied and staggering Dr Erp, along the hall and into the workshop. Moon was carrying the doctor's bag, which she placed on the bench with a thump as she passed by.
"Oh my goodness,' said Brigit, 'bring him over here.' She pointed to one of the easy chairs beside the coffee table.
Dr Erp slumped into the chair looking grey and haggard; his face was streaked with blood and his mouth hung open, revealing stained and crooked teeth. His trademark purple topper was missing and his grey hair, which had come loose from its pony tail, stuck to his head, in wet and greasy looking, rat's tails. The whole of his chest was covered in blood and the front of his yellow silk waistcoat had been slashed to ribbons and his pocket watch chain, with its perfect silver acorn, no longer dangled from its pockets. Dr Erp's head lolled forward onto his chest and he gave a low moan which chilled Alison to the core and stirred her to action. She ran to the kitchen sink and began filling the washing up bowl with warm water, then she opened and closed draws, looking for cloths and bandages.
Jotiko looked over to the sink and raised one eyebrow in contemplation. 'I would guess that either we have got ourselves a very helpful poltergeist or you have been playing with Merlin's dust,' he said to Brigit, smiling.
Brigit pulled a face, 'go and make yourself useful instead of making jokes, he's going to need stitches and some local anaesthetic.' She picked up a small wooden stool, put it beside the chair containing Dr Erp and sat on it. She leaned forward and took his hand and said gently, 'can you hear me Errapel, are you alright?'
The Dr didn't move for a moment and then he nodded slowly and grimaced as he tried to re-adjust his position on the chair. He opened his eyes slowly and looked down at his bleeding chest.
'Bit of a mess, dear lady,' he said and his head fell back against the chair as he lost consciousness once more.
Brigit stood up and began unbuttoning Dr Erp's waistcoat and the shirt beneath. Her fingers quickly became covered in blood and she looked up to where Harry was still standing. He hadn't moved an inch since the drama began unfolding before him and his eyes looked glazed and shocked.
"Harry,' Brigit said in a firm voice, 'bring me a towel quickly and help your mum with the water.'
Harry didn't move but continued to stare ahead of him, blankly. Moon took hold of his shoulders and gave him a little shake.
'Harry,' she said, a look of concern evident on her face, ' Harry, we need you to focus, go and help your mum, quickly.
He looked at her, at first a look of total incomprehension and then his eyes cleared and he gave a little smile before turning and joining, a still invisible, Alison at then sink. She handed him the steaming, washing up bowl and placed a towel over his arm and he returned rapidly to Brigit, who was now, with the help of Moon, removing Dr Erp's shirt. Brigit pulled his arm from the torn and bloody shirt and then tossed it onto the floor to join his jacket and ruined waistcoat. She smiled at Harry as he put the bowl at her feet and placed the towel on the arm of the chair.
'Go into the dining room,' Brigit said to him, 'You'll find a trolley, one of those hostessy things on wheels, bring it here and help Jotiko set it up, there's a good boy.'
Harry wheeled around and almost ran from the room; grateful to have something to do and also to be away from the awful scene, if only for a minute. Of all the things he had seen so far, for some reason this was by far the worst. He liked Dr Erp; had become his good friend and to see him injured like this was more than Harry could bear. He spotted the trolley in the corner of the dining room and spent a couple of seconds removing books, which had been piled onto its surface, onto the floor. As he worked he remembered the time spent under the canopy and Dr Erp's funny jokes and laughter. The man had a way of making everything seem ok; he had a gift, not only of healing bodies but also of healing souls. When Dr Erp was around anything seemed possible and all was right with the world. Harry pushed the trolley from the dining room and returned to the workshop, as he walked he gave a deep sigh and shook his head sadly. He realised, suddenly, that if anything happened to Dr Erp, the lives of every one of them who knew and loved him, would never be the same again.
As Harry entered the workshop, Jotiko turned and gesticulated for him to hurry with the trolley. He pushed it over to the bench and Jotiko immediately started cleaning the surface with a cloth which had a pungent smell and reminded Harry of a visit to the hospital when he was five years old. He had fallen and cut his leg on a old broken bottle. The wound had needed four stitches and Harry remembered the nurse putting each one in very carefully and room smelling exactly the same as the cloth used by Jotiko, now discarded on the bench. He watched as Jotiko loaded the trolley with everything he thought Brigit might need: there were bandages of various sizes; a roll of sticking plaster; a pile of square, gauze swabs in a glass bowl to one side of the surface and several bottles of strange coloured liquids on the other. Jotiko rooted around in Dr Erp's large leather bag, his head almost disappearing inside and pulled out two white paper packets with writing on the side. As he placed them on the trolley Harry read 'toothed forceps' and 'needle driver'.  Next to those he placed a metal kidney dish containing several packets of suture material, a syringe with a covered needle and bottle which read, 'Lidocaine Anaesthetic'. Lastly, Jotiko pulled several packets of sterile, latex gloves out of the bag and placed those carefully next to the packets of forceps, along with an oblong shaped paper packet which Harry saw was marked 'dressing pack'
Jotiko wheeled the trolley and placed it next to Brigit. She and Moon were still cleaning Dr Erp's chest of the blood and mud and they passed the cloths to Alison, who handed them a fresh one and rinsed the bloodied ones in the kitchen bowl.
 Harry realised, with a start that he could see his mum once more. Her cloak and harness had been discarded on the chair next to the one occupied by Dr Erp and the sleeves of her shirt were rolled up to the elbows.
She turned to look at him as he approached and he said, 'Nice to have you back again, I didn't like it when I couldn't see where you were'.
'I didn't like it either', she replied, 'I'll only be using that stuff if I absolutely need to.'
'Well, let's hope that you don't need to', said a weary sounding Dr Erp, 'and if you wouldn't mind, young man, a drink of water would be splendid'.
Harry heaved a sigh of relief that Dr Erp was conscious and went to get him a glass of water from the sink. Brigit was right behind him and as soon as he had finished filling the glass, she started to wash her hands with gusto.
'Like to assist me?', she said, turning off the taps and reaching for a towel to dry her hands 'I need someone with a steady hand to cut the sutures.
'Oh yes please,' said Harry immediately, but then he stopped and looked a little less sure of himself. 'Will it be very gruesome?', he asked tentatively.
'You'll be fine', said Brigit, smiling, 'now go and give him his water before the old bear starts grumbling'.
Harry returned with the glass of water, with Brigit, once more, close behind him. He handed the glass to the doctor, who drank the water down in one go. He handed the glass back to Harry and smiled a weak smile before closing his eyes and resting his head on the back of the chair.
'Now then Harry', said Brigit, 'to business.' She picked up two packets of sterile gloves from the trolley and carried them back to work bench. She picked up her glasses from the bench, put them on and peered at the packets. She handed one to Harry.
'That size should be right for you, just do what I do to get them on right'.
She opened the pack and tipped the inner sleeve onto the workbench then opened one half, revealing the silicone glove inside. It was almost inside out; the outer rim turned back on itself so that it covered the fingers and thumb of the glove. She nodded to Harry who followed her lead and did everything that she had done before. When his glove was also revealed, she picked hers up and swiftly and expertly pulled it onto her hand.
'Now be careful Harry, remember that the gloves are sterile and once on your hand, its very important that you don't touch anything.'
'Ok', said Harry and picked up his glove carefully. He tried to fit it on his hand but was dismayed when the glove suddenly catapulted away and landed on the floor on the other side of the bench. He blushed to the roots of his hair and looked sheepishly at Brigit.
'Never mind', she said, 'it can be a bit tricky to get the hang of. Moon can you pass Harry another set of gloves please?'
Moon selected what she thought was the right size glove and brought them over, opening the packet as she came. She tipped the inner sleeve onto the bench and watched as Harry opened the   paper to reveal the glove once more. He gave a deep sigh and picked it up, this time holding onto it firmly while he squeezed his hand inside. It was a tight fit but finally, it was in place and Harry held it up for Brigit to see.
'Very good,' she said turned back to the bench. 'Now this ones even more tricky, so watch carefully.  Remember that your glove is sterile, so you don't want to touch anything except the other glove.'
Harry watched as she placed her fingers inside the folded bit of the glove to pick it up and then pushed her other hand into it, taking care that her gloved hand didn't touch any part of her bare skin.
She spent a few seconds entwining her fingers to push the gloves on fully and when she was finally satisfied, she turned to Harry.
'Your turn', she said and silently watched as Harry repeated her actions. He picked up the glove in the way that she had shown him and then slid his hand inside, letting go of the rim with a 'smack' against his wrist when the glove was in place. He smiled at Brigit and the others.
'Now you are just showing off', said Brigit, frowning, 'come one, there's no time to waste in horseplay, we have a man to sew up! Keep your hands up Harry so you don't touch anything accidentally.
She moved back to Dr Erp's side and instructed Moon to open the dressing pack. Moon complied and tipped out the inner pack onto the surface of the trolley. Brigit opened the pack and removed a surgical drape which she placed over Dr Erp's abdomen. The dressing pack also contained two plastic gallipots which Brigit picked up and placed at the edge of the sterile paper field she had created with the inner portion of the pack. She inclined her head which was a cue to Jotiko to fill the pots from the bottles he had placed on the trolley earlier. Alison recognised the brown liquid in the first pot as iodine, which she knew was used by surgeons when the did operations, to clean the skin but the clear green liquid, which Jotiko poured into the second pot, was a mystery to her.
'What's the green stuff', she said leaning forward and sniffing the air.
'Ah, that's a concoction of mine own', said Dr Erp, opening his eyes for the first time in at least five minutes. 'It's a delicate mixture of Hypericum perforatum and Achillea millefolium. You might know them better as 'St John's Wort and 'Yarrow'. When combined they make a very effective mixture which staunches blood flow and promotes healing. You have to get the quantities just right, of course otherwise you might as well not have bothered. An excellent choice, Brigit'.
'You taught me well, old friend,' said Brigit. She smiled at him and then looked down once more at the wound, 'Now then, I'm going to have to give this a good old clean now, so grit your teeth, there's a good man'.
She picked up a gauze swab and dipped it into the iodine, making sure the whole thing was soaked. She transferred it, dripping, to the gaping wound and began cleaning out mud and debris that had become trapped there after Dr Erp had fallen to the ground. Brigit examined the wound thoroughly as she worked. It was deep; right down into the muscle layer covering Dr Erp's chest. And it gaped horribly; the edges of skin were at least five centimetres apart and the whole thing must have measured twenty centimetres in length. It ran from Dr Erp's shoulder right across his chest and ended almost at the bottom of his ribs.
It's a very impressive wound I must say', said Brigit, and began applying Dr Erp's clear, green concoction with another swab, 'another centimetre and I think I might have been pushing your heart back in through your rib cage!'
She discarded the swab into a waste bin Jotiko had placed beside her for the purpose and picked up the needle and syringe that Moon had just opened onto the paper. She swiftly drew up the local anaesthetic and began injecting the edges of the wound.
Dr Erp gave a low chuckle while wincing with pain at every touch of the needle 'Much as I appreciate your wonderful humour under normal circumstances, my dear lady, I'd be really grateful if you could keep it to a minimum just at the moment'.
Brigit looked at Harry and gave him a wink. 'Very important to keep the patient's spirits up, my boy......very important.' She turned to Moon. 'I need those instruments and the sutures opening now dear please, needle holder first, there's a good girl'.
Moon did as instructed and opened the outer packaging of the instruments and then dropped them into the sterile field. She then opened several packs of suture material and did the same. Brigit picked up the needle holder and the first suture needle and clamped it in place with a satisfying snap.
'Harry, take hold of the scissors, it's now time for your bit of the action!'.
Harry did as he was told. He stood on the opposite side of the chair from Brigit, hovering over both her and the patient and he was holding the scissors out in front of him. Alison, watching from the back of the chair, could see a thin film of sweat upon his face and his hand trembling gently.
'Are you alright, Harry?' she said, 'you look a bit pale.
Harry nodded, tight lipped but didn't say anything. Alison smiled and imagined his teeth clamped tightly together in the effort to remain composed.
Dr Erp gave a little moan and shuffled in the chair, 'You are doing a sterling job,' he whispered to Harry with eyes closed, 'don't feel bad if your faint my lad, most do the very first time'.
Harry nodded again. 'I'm ok', he said in a very quiet voice, 'just let me be and I'll be fine'.
'Good man', said Dr Erp, 'good man.'
Brigit picked up the toothed forceps and leaned over Dr Erp's chest. She lifted the flap of skin and had inserted the first stitch so quickly that Harry was surprised when she looked up at him expectantly.
'Come on Harry, keep up', she said and chuckled, 'at this rate I'll have the next one in before you get to do your bit'.
Harry grinned sheepishly and reached out to snip the sutures. His hand trembled badly and it took a monumental effort of will the steady it enough to cut the suture. But he did it, and then stood up straight to admire his handiwork.
'Well done', said Brigit,' now focus, because this is going to be quick. Moon, open two more packs of suture please, this is going to take a lot of stitching, at least fifty I would say.'
Brigit whizzed through the rest of the suturing in record time. When she had finished and stood up to ease her aching back, sixty two neat black stitches marches across Dr Erp's chest like a line of  ants in search of food.
'Well done Brigit, lovely job,' said Jotiko, 'shall I finish up?'
'Yes please', she replied and removed her gloves, discarding them into the bin. She collapsed with a huge sigh into the armchair opposite Dr Erp. Her face looked pinched and drawn; weariness evident in every line. She leaned back in the chair and ran a hand through her long, grey hair, while the others busied themselves clearing the debris left in the wake of the suturing. Jotkio was leaning over Dr Erp and applying dressings and a bandage to the wound and made tea while Harry stood beside her looking dazed and tired.
'Go to bed Harry, you look wrecked', she said and gave him a brief hug before turning to the boiled kettle. He nodded and without another word, left the workshop and went silently to his room.
Once Jotiko was satisfied with his handiwork he hauled Dr Erp to his feet and with the help of Moon, walked him gently out of the workshop also. Within a few minutes they were back and both slumped immediately into the waiting armchairs.
Alison placed mugs of steaming tea in front of each person and was acknowledged with a smile from each. She sat down and noticed for the first time how dishevelled and dirty both Moon and Jotiko were. Their clothes were streaked with blood and Jotiko had acquired yet another cut on his face.
Brigit sipped from her mug of tea and then held it between both hands savouring the reassuring warmth against her skin.
'What happened?' she said, glancing at Moon and then Jotiko, 'how on earth did Erp manage to get such a horrible injury?'
Moon looked at Jotiko and he gave a silent nod. She leaned back in the chair, gave a sigh and rubbed her eyes for a moment and returned to a waiting Brigit.
'It was Excalibur'.....she said, wearily.....the Black Knight has Excalibur.