Knight Quest (Time Hunters, Book 2) by Chris Blake

through the woods on a horse, jousting in a tournament, and meeting all the Knights of the Round Table.
    Calm down and stop being stupid
, he told himself.
I don’t belong in this time
.
    But Tom simply couldn’t stop thinking about what a great guy King Arthur seemed to be.
I wouldn’t mind fighting for him. Being a medieval knight would be a whole load better than school!
    When he looked over at Isis and Cleo, however, he remembered that they would never get into the Afterlife without his help. And of course he would miss Mum with her comfy hugs and silly jokes. Then there was Dad, with his stories about the Ancient Greeks and Romans and Egyptians.
Well, I suppose I might miss them a bit
…
    â€œIt’s brilliant of you to offer,” Tom said, sighing heavily. “But no thanks. We’ll leave the knightly deeds to you, Sir Alymere.”
    â€œWell, I feel I should repay you somehow,” Al said.
    â€œActually,” said Isis, staring at Al’s shiny golden sword. “There is one little, teeny tiny thing you could do for us…”
    â€œOf course, my lady,” said Sir Alymere, bowing deeply. “You only have to ask.”
    â€œThat lovely green stone,” Isis said, pointing to the amulet. “It would look so pretty as a necklace.” She fluttered her eyelashes.
    â€œIt is yours, my lady,” said Al, gallantly handing her the gleaming sword. The amulet sparkled a bright, vivid green.
    Isis eagerly grabbed the sword and tried to dig the amulet out with her fingernails. “Get out, you stupid thing!” she said through gritted teeth. But the amulet wouldn’t budge.
    Cleo wound herself round her mistress’s legs, purring loudly.
    â€œGood idea, Cleo!” Isis said, sucking her sore fingers. “You have a go!”
    The cat dug her little claws under the glittering jewel. Finally, the amulet came loose. Isis grabbed it and held it up to the light.
    â€œThank you, Al,” said Isis. “You’ve been a true friend and a real gentleman.”

    â€œBut wait! Aren’t you going to stay for the feast?” asked Al.
    â€œSorry, Sir Al. We’ve really got to be moving on,” said Tom. “But good luck fighting the Saxons!”
    Tom, Isis and Cleo ran to the edge of the clearing. They stood in a little triangle.
    â€œHere, Tom, give me your hand and take Cleo’s paw,” said Isis. “Hurry!”
    When they all touched the amulet, it began to glow. As the green light spread, wind whipped round their ankles. Growing stronger, it swirled through the meeting place, where King Arthur sat in his carved chair, flanked by his mighty knights, and villagers bustled about preparing for a feast.
    Tom felt a familiar sucking sensation as the scene in front of him started to blur.
    â€œHere we go!” he said, squeezing his eyes shut as they were whisked through the tunnels of time to the future.

Tom landed on his bottom with a thump. Opening his eyes, he saw that he was behind the art block – all signs of King Arthur and his knights had vanished. Isis and Cleo were sprawled next to him on the ground. Now they were back, her bronze skin had been replaced by the crusty yellow wrappings of a five-thousand-year-old mummy.
    â€œOh, bother,” said Isis, poking her bandages in dismay.
    â€œCheer up! We’ve got another amulet,” Tom said brightly.
    Isis held the glittering jewel in her bandaged hand. “I suppose that’s true,” she said with a grin. “Two down, four to go!”

    That reminded Tom of something. He checked his watch. “Same date and time as when we left!” he said. Then he frowned. “Oh no! That means I’ve got double Maths next! I hope Anubis comes for the amulet before the bell rings. Double Maths is bad enough without a bad-tempered Egyptian god shouting at me.”
    â€œMaybe he won’t bother,” Isis said cheerfully. “Maybe the old dog