A/N: Here's the next one. I'd like to thank everyone who's been willing to read this despite knowing little of Cyberchase or of Jane and the Dragon, as they are an unlikely combination.

"What kind of madman do you think I am? Or better yet, what kind of madwoman are you?" It was never stated by the King or the old knight in front of me, but that was the general idea I got from them. What I need is some evidence. If I can show them technology, then they have to believe me, or at least take me seriously. I continued to describe everything I had done from the moment Motherboard brought us into Cyberspace. However, the only thing resulting from my explanation was that they did not believe I was a spy or completely insane, as my story had remained as consistent as it was farfetched. I was coming far to swiftly to a conclusion, though the pain in my feet insisted I had been here for hours, when I heard a muffled beep coming from underneath all the skirts of the dress the knight, Jane, gave me. An idea was forming. I was describing my last moments before appearing in Kippernium and I was fairly sure I knew what to do.

"...when I turned around I saw Jane, and only a few moments later I began describing what I've told you."

"Why should we believe this foolishness? You have described complete impossibilities!"

"Pardon me, but they are not impossible. In fact, I have proof." Even as I said it, I remembered that 'proof' wasn't a word yet. It started out as a slang term, referring to a 'proof' in geometry as evidence of other things, but as geometry was not common yet, they wouldn't understand. I quickly amended my statement to, "I have evidence."

"It might be a good idea to see the 'proof' she claims to have," suggested the old knight with the salt and pepper moustache. I tried not to show the sting at my mistake being thrown back.

"Yes. You may be right. Show us your evidence." At least now I would have a chance to show them the truth.

"If it pleases your majesty, it might be wise to summon the wizard, to sense if she uses magic to skew what she chooses to show us." I knew at that moment it was he who I was really convincing, not the King.

"That, too. Sir Ivan, fetch the wizard." I became somewhat frightened, because if he chose not to tell the truth, that I was not performing 'magic', I could be in trouble. Of course, he might just be a wise old man who would be willing to help without knowing anything. I prayed for the latter.

The red-haired knight left the throne room, but as he opened the door I heard the distinct sound of bells. I thought it might be like those old shops with bells on the door, but after a moment I discarded that thought and simply assumed it was just a jester or something. My assumption was proved correct when the large knight exclaimed, "Get away from that door, Jingleboy!" I glimpsed out of the corner of my eye a boy wearing blue clothes covered in what looked like a puzzle piece pattern. I recalled the boy Jane was speaking to earlier and figured that it was probably him.

A few moments later, the knight returned with an old man bent almost double, his long grey beard sweeping the floor at his feet and his heavy-looking deep blue robes framed delicately around him to make him appear more imposing, but he seemed more likely to say something about 'his day' than cast a spell of any sort.

"Wizard, if you sense any magic coming from this girl, please inform us." Once again, it was the old knight who spoke, not the King. That meant one of two things: the knight was power-hungry, which was dangerous for me, or the King was weak, which would be very good.

The Wizard mumbled a reply which was accepted as an affirmative.

"Very well, maid, show us your evidence." This almost surprised me, as the King spoke, not the knight. I looked to the knight to see what he thought of this slight assertiveness on the King's part. If the knight's relieved face was anything to go by, I was dealing with a weak King and a loyal knight. Excellent.

"Of course, your majesty. But…"

"But what?"

"Could you do me the favor of turning away for a moment?"

The knight's head snapped from a look of contentment to attention. "Why?" His voice was practically dripping with suspicion.

I quickly tried to back pedal, as I knew that if the knight didn't trust me, the King probably would reject my story. "I swear that I have no evil intentions as such, however, my evidence is under my skirts…"

Apparently, he accepted this, as he looked over his shoulder and shielded his eyes. The King, the redheaded knight, and the wizard followed suit. I bent down, reached under the slightly bulky dress and removed my SKWAK. "You may turn back, now." A small amount of trust was in the knight's eyes now, as I hadn't removed anything that looked like a weapon. Of course, a gun also would not have looked like a weapon, yet it could kill all four in the room before they knew what was happening. I removed that thought, as it could show something on my face that would be treated badly. "This is a piece of technology from my time. It has the ability to record sights and sounds as well as many other things." While I delivered that short introduction, I was opening one of the folders on my SKWAK. "My friends and I have been recording everything we've done, because we realized that things we were figuring out would be good for our education if we could review it later." I opened one of the first videos I had taken, just a week or so after I had received the SKWAK, and turned the pad around to show it to the King. I showed a few more, some that I had recorded and some that Jackie and Matt had taken and then had sent me. I tried hard to not tear up when, while listening to what we were saying, I remembered what this must be doing to Matt, Motherboard, Digit, and Jackie, not to mention other friends of ours at various Cybersites, and that I may never see any of my friends again.

I was showing one more video that Jackie had taken. We were all thinking hard on what we could do and Jackie was pacing and had put her SKWAK on a table. You could see half of me, standing on my head, as well as Matt's moving yoyo. I flipped over quickly as I came up with something that could work. I started to quickly explain the solution to the team. I was reliving the memory as it was playing on the tiny screen. It was one of my best memories. After I finished the explaining my plan, Jackie exclaimed, "You're a genius, Inez!" Matt wrapped me in a hug, exulting in now knowing what we had to do. It was then, in that moment, when he reached down his head from above me, took one of his hands and lifted my face, and kissed me. I remembered every feeling from that day for a moment before quickly turning the screen back around and looking down at it to hide my deep scarlet face. I had asked Jackie to send me that video because of the kiss, not the mathematics.

When I looked up, the old knight was lightly chuckling. "Well, that doesn't look like something anyone could have faked without magic or the technology you claim to have. Wizard, did she use magic?"

The old man shook his head and said something taken as a 'no'.

"My King, I find myself convinced by the young maid's 'proof'. My council is to take her at her word."

The King sat silently, thinking deeply, for a moment. He took a deep breath. I noticed I hadn't been breathing and my heart was beating fast. He opened his mouth and declared his decision. Unfortunately, it was at that moment that I fainted. I would never know what he said.

OoOoO

I heard the jingling of bells as I finished a piece of the meat pie Pepper had baked. "I knew I could find you here." Jester quickly descended the stairs and sat across from me, a slight smile implying the joke on my eating habits to come.

"Yes, yes. I have the appetite of a bear. What is the King's decision?"

His face fell.

"She is to leave?"

A smile came back to his face, but it was a pleading smile, as though he hoped I would not murder him violently. "I know that you wanted to know what happened…"

"Which is why if you do not tell me soon you may not ever speak again." I realized once more that I was fiercely protective of the girl.

"I do not know."

"You do not know what?"

"I do not know what happened."

"How can you not know?"

"Well, she told the King her story. I assume you heard something similar. She said she had some evidence to for the King to see to show that she was telling the truth. Sir Theodore said it may be wise to send for the Wizard to make sure the evidence was not magically tainted. The King agreed and sent Sir Ivan to fetch the Wizard. When he exited the room, he hit me in the face with the door, heard my bells and told me to leave. I have been looking for you since then." He finished that be throwing up his arms in a defensive position.

"I am not going to hurt you. You should probably get some rest if you want a chance of being funny tomorrow. I will wait to see wait the King decides."

"I am sorry, Jane. I know this is important to you, even if I am not sure why." Jester had recently begun to be oddly sensitive of my feelings, making things that are important to me important to him. It was not unpleasant, simply…odd.

"It is fine. Go! Get some rest! We all know that I can handle a night without sleep the best, of the three of us." Jester rose from the table we were sitting at, made a mock bow, and climbed the stairs to exit the kitchens.

"Well, then, I guess the two of us will wait to see what happens." Pepper said as she placed her hands on her hips in a commanding voice.

"Pepper, you have to wake up before anyone else in the castle. I cannot expect you to wait however long this may yet take."

"You might not expect it, but it will happen." The look on her face was that which she wore when trying to mold a pie into perfect shape, despite itself.

I laughed. "I cannot convince you otherwise, can I?" She shook her head, giggling. "Very well. We should probably wait outside the throne room." Pepper nodded in agreement and we cleaned the few dishes left and went to await the verdict.