Marshall watches as the lifeless horseman is dragged directly through the center of town.

Marshall releases the clutch and slowly rides into town scanning every window and door. The village is very quiet; even the dogs are not coming out to investigate this new wonder to their world. Marshall eases up to the home of Marlin and just as he is reaching to turn off the bike, Marlin bursts out of the hut shouting "It's a trap!"

Behind him charges a large guard with sword drawn and ready to strike Marlin down.

Marshall, shocked by the quickness of the events, quickly draws the Colt and levels it just over Marlin's head.

Marlin knows this is a weapon and thinks Marshall has lost his mind or just doesn't care and is going to kill him with it too so he tries to stop in mid stride; slipping and sliding he falls.

The armed guard raises his sword high and screams his blood-chilling cry.

Marshall squeezes the trigger; the gun goes off, the guard falls, bleeding profusely from the head.

Real time begins again as from all the houses guards come running weapons at the ready. Marshall grabs the old man's hand and jerks him up across his lap, kicks the bike into gear again and twists the throttle hard. As they flee, arrows, spears, and hatchets rain on them. It was sheer luck they were not hit. Once out of range, Marshall stops so Marlin can get on the bike correctly. Once again they are traveling down the road away from town, the big bike coughs and sputters. Marshal reaches down and flips the petcock and the engine smoothes out again.

"Hey, Dude, where can I get some gas? This thing is getting mighty thirsty and if I don't find some gas soon its going to just be a big pretty paperweight."

Marlin shakes his head for a few seconds not knowing what Marshal is asking for. "I don't know this gas thing you speak of milord. What is it that this beast drinks, maybe I know of a shopkeeper or..." His voice trails off as Marshall rounds a bend in the road. Then the old man's eyes light up and he shouts "Turn here! Turn here! I know where we can take sanctuary for a little while, but we will have to be quick."

Marshall turns on the little path and travels it for a short distance to the foot of a large stone wall. Marlin gets off the bike and starts dancing and singing and flapping his arms and spinning around in circles.

The ground begins to shake and the wall begins to move. Marlin starts jumping up and down flapping his arms and soon the opening to this hidden cave is enough to push the bike through. Once inside the cave, Marshall sees it is enormous. There are caves heading off in all directions that open up into more large rooms. It is very light in here even after Marlin closes the doorway again. The walls of these caves are covered with an incandescent material so they give off their own light.

"Come with me, Milord, I may have something to interest you."Marlin states as he walks from this first room through a cave hallway into another room. There are beakers, jars, a cauldron, several oil lamps, and large jars containing lamp oil, books and paper scattered around this room on various tables.

"What's this place, Marlin? Is it where you play mad scientist?" Marshall asks, with a chuckle in his voice.

"Actually, Milord, it's where I used to live." He sits on the corner of one of the tables. "Now tell me what that thing out there drinks and how it all works. Maybe I can concoct something for it to …um… drink as you say. After all I may not be Merlin the Great but I am still a Gasolinous none the less and we are all good chemists."

Marshall realizes now that what he has been trying to ignore is actually very much the truth. This is not his time; this is not even his country. How could the aliens who had him all that time been so stupid as to drop him off at the wrong time in history? The next thought is, maybe this is what happened to all the people who just disappeared from the face of the earth, by way of the Bermuda triangle.

"Well, Milord, are you going to tell me what the beast drinks and how it works or not?"

Marshall snaps back to reality, "Um… yea give me a minute to collect my self. I sorta lost my train of thought." He then goes out of the room and pushes the bike into the room with Marlin. They remove the fuel line from the tank and Marshal pours a little gas into a cup.

"This is what is called gas. This is an internal combustion engine… " In a little over an hour, Marshall explains all the inner workings of the engine and his thoughts on what the make up of gasoline is. All this to the amazement of Marlin who is spellbound by the wealth of information.

"So, Milord, something I make causes this to operate? Something I create becomes so important it lasts a thousand years?" His voice drifts off softly as he imagines the fanfare and the regal treatment he will receive and how for once he will better his brother at something.

Marshall looks around the room finding a bed pallet. He flops down and stretches out. "Ya know, none of your dreams are going to come true if you don't get busy trying to duplicate the sample I just gave you."He then closes his eyes and tries to relax.

Marlin begins by tasting the gas in the cup. The next step is to see how a small amount burns. He pours a small amount into a cup noticing the fumes. He partially covers the cup and then lights a straw off one of the oil lamps and waves it over the gas (POOF). Marlin jumps, giggles and then extinguishes the flame and tries again. He is having fun making tiny explosions and putting out the flames.

Hours pass as Marlin tries a vast amount of different ways to refine the coal oil he has into something close to gasoline. So far, nothing is working.

The Royal Guard has regrouped and gathered its total force. One hundred heavily armored and heavily armed riders amass in the village. The Captain of the guard has ordered Marshall and Marlin found and the vehicle he travels on brought back to him. It's not hard for the guards to track Marshal, with all the rain they have had his tracks are easy to follow.

Within hours they are at the stone wall entrance of the great caves. "Milord, they have just disappeared here. We find no more trace of them past this wall." One of the group leaders says to the Captain.

The Captain slaps the group leader hard across the face with an armor covered glove, knocking the man back a few steps