Sentence The Fourhundredandtwentyfirst 

Later, sharing the kitchen with Boisel and Greta after the children had been put to bed, the four travellers were discussing how they could communicate with their friends in what was now the Future, when Greta said: “write them a letter, or lots of letters,” and then Lolly (she hadn't yet given them her real name) who was proving particularly feisty after her dreadful experiences said, “I can't do all the write letters but I can speak them a story, for in Romania there is such a passel of stories about Fairies and Princessesses all a-plenty of them would make you weep and weep, and we had Vlad the Dragoman who was not always a very nice Man and sometime not a good Man a tall Man even, though I can only speak them not put them write down” with such an innocent look on her face that no-one had the heart to point out her eggcorns, but she had given Bernie the idea! “we'll write a diary, we can tell them everything that Lolly remembers about the people she met, and we can tell them about what happened at the Abbey and then when we discover more about here and now we can tell them that, too,” and Tammy suggested: “we'll tell them about the people we knew in The Cavern, too, Thomas especially – I wonder where he is,” and Tavish reminded her: “well, he's not long gone from here, it seems we just missed him, indeed had we arrived any sooner it might have been before he was disappeared, and he's and not supposed to return for years,” which was when Boisel said: “you told me you met Master Learmonth in The Cavern, and that he will return, according to his future writings, from Fairyland, after something between three and ten years away; does that mean you will also go back to your own time?” and Tavish shrugged heavily: “who knows? even if we do,

it's unlikely to be at exactly the time we left, it may be some years later, we don't know what makes it happen, or how, maybe there are combinations of Ley Lines or maybe it's something to do with parallel universes with wormholes in the Space/Time continuum, or maybe,” and he made a show of looking around for anyone surreptitiously observing or listening, which Lolly found hilarious, “it's something new devised by GCHQ or the CIA – no, seriously, though, think about it, someone must be supplying that Food Store Thomas told us about,” and Father Boisel pointed upwards, with a confident smile, and Tavish said, quite genuinely, “you may indeed be right, Father, though not necessarily in quite the way you mean!” to which the priest smiled benignly and said: “it is my belief that Our Lord is a heuristic God, who wants his Children to learn for themselves about his Universe by observation, experimentation, and study, for only then will our understanding be sufficiently profound . . . . .” and that was when, not ten miles distant, but 750 years later, Jasmine Juniper-Green,

in the wee small hours of this morning, curled up in one of the great arm-chairs in Aunty Crist's study, still reading and decoding another page of the journal, reached for her secure mobile and sent an encrypted text to Sir Pantagruel MacFarlane, not expecting him to reply until mid-morning, but his message came back surprisingly quickly: 'gd wrk Jsmn – kp m pstd – lol P' and she reminded herself to ask him what on earth, in his texts, did Sir Pantagruel meant by 'lol'!