"You would think you could get a decent hotdog in Vienna," complained our fresh faced, ancient time travelling friend as we entered the museum.

"Merlin, surely, we didn't come all the way to twentieth century Vienna to eat a hotdog," said my golden haired fiancee, Robyn.

"Of course not," replied Merlin. "I'm trying to find a nice place for you and Mike to get married. I just figured that since weiners originated here, we could get a decent lunch."

"How is a hotdog a decent lunch?" I asked. "Perhaps we should try Frankfort instead. But Merlin, surely we're not go ng to get married in a museum!"

"No, Mike! Don't be silly. But since we are in Vienna, I wanted to take you to the here is a special treasure of the Hapsburgs. Being Catholic, I thought you'd appreciate seeing it. There it is: the Spear of Destiny!"

"The Lance of Longinus, the Spear that pierced Christ's side?" I asked, a shiver going up my spine.

"The very same," said Merlin.

"The case is empty," announced Robyn.

The display case our babyfaced wizard pointed to was empty. Only s faded velvet cushion laid there."

"Where os it?" demanded Merlin as he passed through the crowd towards one of the museum workers.

"I figure it must be out to be polished, or something ," said Robyn.

"Merlin seemed quite up in arms over its absence," I observed. "Here he is."

"There's something very wrong here," said Merlin, worry creasing his long, young face.

"Maybe it's being polished," I suggested, echoing Robyn's idea.

"The Curator said the Spear was never recovered after World War Two."

"Well, that's not right. I seem to recall an American army officer recovered it."

"Yes, Mike. His name was Lieutenant Walter William Horn."

"What does it all mean?" asked Robyn.

"It means someone has changed history in a major way," said a greatly perturbed Merlin. "The Spear of Destiny is nexus pivotal points in human history."

"What do we do?" I asked.

Merlin's boyish smile returned, and he ," We'll just have to change history back."