"...And we'll use the girl to portray your daughter Isabella." Farrel
finished explaining to King Philip. He took a deep breath and looked at
the King who was frowning. "Well? Do you think that it will work?" Farrel
motioned to Cordelia, who was laying knocked out on the King's bed.

"Perhaps- but look at the girl! She can't possibly be human. Her hair is
cut off, she's painted her face, and she's not wearing clothes decent for
women to even sleep in!" Cordelia, in fact, had been wearing jean shorts
that had come stopped at mid-thigh, a blue spaghetti strap shirt, and
sandals. It had been hot in L.A.

"True, your future descendant may look a bit- odd, but we have the ability
to make her pass as Isabella!" Farrel murmured a spell that King Philip
couldn't quite hear, and Cordelia's hair immediately grew long, to match
Isabella's. "And she looks the same size as her, we'll simply lend her
some clothes. She'll be Isabella when Prince Edward arrives, we'll have
time to find and undo the spell on Isabella, she can return home and take
her place, and all will be well with the treaty."

"I suppose it's the only thing we can do," King Philip sighed. "I'll get
the proper clothing for her."

**

Horses was the first thing Xander thought of as he woke up in the stables
in France, 1308. His second thought was of Cordelia.

"Cordelia!" he shouted. "Cordy where are you!" He frantically ran around
the stable, agitating the horses as he did so. But still, he could not find
her. The hole had taken her, and he jumped in after her, but where was she?
And in that fact, where was he? "Cordy!"

"Shh!" hissed a poor-looking man, who had on a ripped, dirty shirt, and
shorts that looked all too big for him. "Keep it down- King Philip may
hear you!" He quickly tried to calm the horses down around him.

"Good," replied Xander. "Maybe he can shed some light unto where Cordelia
is at!"

"Shh! Someone is coming!" The man looked nervously where he heard the
footsteps coming from. He hoped it wasn't the King, he did not know how
to explain this odd man that had appeared out of nowhere. Luckily, it
wasn't the King. It was only Clyde, one of the higher ranking servants.

"Henri what is going on, and who is this man?" Clyde asked Henri impatiently
as he looked at Xander, who looked even stranger than Cordelia. Xander had
changed into his traditional Hawaiian-styled T-shirts, and had baggy shorts
on to his knees before jumping into the hole.

"I am Xander, and I am looking for Cordelia! Someone made a hole, and it
took her, and I'm now looking for her!" Xander told Clyde indignantly.

Henri looked apologetically at Clyde. "I believe he may be the lunatic that
has recently escaped."

Clyde broke into a smile. "No, of course not. It makes perfect sense.
Come into the castle. Cordelia is awake, you may see her before Farrel
sends you back."

**

"So let me get this straight. You want me to portray a princess, your
daughter, and marry some prince, and become Queen of England?" Cordelia
asked King Philip. She had woken up to find two sets of eyes staring at
her. She immediately freaked out, and thought the two of them to be those
sick freaks you see in L.A at times. Then Farrel had explained the situation
to her, and frankly, Cordelia loved the idea.

"Yes, only until we are able to return Isabella to France." King Philip
said reassuringly. "It may not take very long, you may just have to go
to the dinner tonight, and Farrel'll get Isabella home by tomorrow morning."

Cordelia nodded. "Well I'm in." She paused. "So you mean, I'm like your
great great great great great great great granddaughter?"

"Somewhere along the lines," King Philip smiled warmly down at his descendant
who had been brought to his time. "Thank you for helping us with our
problem."

Farrel entered with one of Isabella's dresses in his hand. It was a long,
pale pink dress with long sleeves. "Change into this. Wash that- stuff
off your face. It'll help you fit in better." He handed the dress to
Cordelia. "The changing room is last door on the left-"

"Cordy!" Xander shouted, as Clyde showed him where she was. "Cordelia,
you're ok." He smiled at her and quickly hugged her. "I was worried."

Cordelia looked at him in surprise. "The spell got you too?" She looked
at Farrel questionably, for she didn't see how Xander fit into their plan.
But Farrel looked just as shocked to see Xander as she did.

"I jumped in after you- I wasn't going to let- the black hole- eat you alive
or whatever." Xander shrugged and looked around. "This is a nice place-
kinda dreary and drafty for my taste though."

Cordelia looked at Xander endearingly. "You jumped in after me?" she
asked softly, and touched his cheek and stared into his dark brown eyes.
She was so moved by his bravery that she had the impulse to kiss him.

But their moment was interrupted by King Philip. "Prince Edward will be
arriving soon. Farrel will make sure that you get back safe and sound,"
he told Xander briskly.

"I'm not going home," Xander replied, his eyes not leaving Cordelia's. "I'm
not leaving her here alone."

"Xander I'm not alone-"

"Alone with no one from her time," Xander continued. "Clyde here explained
the plan, and I'm staying to make sure that you do send her home. I'm not
going to let you have her be stuck in this time for the rest of her life."
He looked at King Philip with apprehension, for he knew, that if they really
wanted him gone, they could just send him back as easily as they took
Cordelia here. But he was sincere, he did not want to leave her here. He
wasn't going to lose her in time.

King Philip frowned, not happy with the plan. "You must not interfere with
our plans. Though she may be your wife, you do know that she will be
courting Prince Edward. It is part of the plan, and you must take a solemn
oath not to intervene between the two of them."

"First of all, she's not my wife," Xander told him, and King Philip frowned
in confusion. "Second of all, I swear, I won't intervene."

"Splendid. You may help Clyde in the kitchens." Xander started for the
door, and was stopped by a hand. It was Cordelia's.

"Thank you," she looked at him earnestly. "Now I need to go change." She
smiled and went down the hall to change.