At the end of Fred Barber's quest lay a shattering revelation. And, as the adventure continued, somehow it darkened and became more seriousness. Danger, seduction and magic lay all around him. Through the fields and forests he went, meeting dryads and sprites, ogres and two-headed eagles, on the way. He was given a magic wand - but not told how to use it. He had to penetrate the Kobold Hills, where it was said that swords were being made, and discover if an ancient enemy had returned. This made the mssion with which he was entrusted, as the price of his return to the normal world, even harder than he expected. The natural - or supernatural - laws there were, to say the least of it, distinctly odd. At the Court of King Oberon, to be precise. Barber found himself in an Old English Fairyland. So he had only himself to blame if the fairies got a bit muddled. He swapped the milk for a stiff dose of Scotch. Unfortunately - or fortunately - Fred Barber, an American diplomat convalescing in Yorkshire, didn't take the obligation with proper seriousness. On Midsummer's Eve, as everybody knows, you should leave a bowl of milk out for the fairies.
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