By the time we reached Glastonbury it was late morning and there were plenty of clouds in the sky. It looked like it might rain, but so far it was holding off and I was grateful for the wind that blew enough to make the day a little unpleasant, but not too bad. Anything that would keep tourists at home or inside.

After parking the car, having a snack and consulting his maps, Arthur opted to try and find the nearest treasure chamber first.

"It should be underneath the largest building in the city, this one, but..." he trailed off as he looked around. "You have built far bigger buildings than the people in my time thought possible. And churches. These were something that were not around much in my time. We knew of your Christ, but he was not so widely held in reverence."

"He isn't here so much anymore..." I sighed, feeling sadness at how much history had passed and how much must have changed. Once our country had been on the right track, but it had never been perfect. Many times religion, beliefs and all sorts of other reasons, money included, had been seen as an excuse to harm others in the name of protecting or bettering ourselves."

It wasn't until you had to explain your country's past to someone that you realised how much of it was screwed up and how badly the people governing it had done.

Thankfully Arthur was more fixated on finding the right spot on the map and getting there and I became the person just there to stop him walking into traffic and helping him match his map and notes to the location we were in. We didn't get lost, but it did take ten minutes for us to get to the edge of an old church. It had once been well maintained, but it clearly wasn't any more.

"This is not the building that used to be on top," he shook his head and I reached out to him.

"I'm sorry, I think a lot of what you remember is going to be gone."

"Oh, I know, but you should have seen it. So many men, and women, put their hearts and the labour of their hands into building it. They cared about what it stood for."

I nodded, letting him talk and remember for a moment. No matter how quickly I hoped to do this, I couldn't do it at the expense of his emotions. I could only begin to imagine how hard this must be.

"Let us see if we can get inside or down to the chamber underneath at least," he said as he pulled himself together.

I hadn't expected him to be ready so soon, but I had already considered how we might get inside and what might be underneath. We both walked around the building toward the sides and where there might be a more easy to get in doorway. It had been locked up, but the windows were broken and I had no idea what might be underneath, but most churches had routes down.

Either way, it didn't look like anyone worshipped here any more. The grass was overgrown as well and the gravestones here and there were more broken than not.

Now and then someone passing by glanced our way and seemed to be disapproving that we were walking around it, but no one paid us enough attention that I thought we would be reported or bothered.

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We found a small door at the back that had obviously been broken through once before and the doorway had since been boarded up. No one could really see us from the road here and although houses and a block of apartments overlooked the church grounds, it would be unlikely for anyone to truly notice us.

Still, we were cautious and I looked around before trying to get my fingers under one edge of the board and see if I could pull it up. Despite looking like it had been there for a while and I wasn't the only one to try and get through to it, it didn't budge.

Arthur tried it after me, seeming to use a little magic to either give himself strength or do something else fancy at the same time. I wasn't sure if it would work, but he eventually shook his head.

"I could blow the panels off with a lot of magic, but it would take it out of me and if we're not sure that this will lead us down, it would be a waste of my energy." Arthur looked at me as if I might have some ideas, but I wasn't sure what the best approach was. A crowbar would make light work of it, but I didn't know where to get one of those. It wasn't something a police officer carried around with them usually.

There had to be somewhere I could buy one or hire one. I pulled out my phone to google it and soon found a local car store that had one I could buy. It was going to use a lot of the money I had left, but at this point I was so invested in this enterprise I thought I might as well.

"Can you afford it?" Arthur asked, picking up on my hesitation. Not that he had much idea about money yet and what things cost, but it was astute of him to consider it.

"I can, but we're going to need to find one of your treasury stashes soon or we're going to be eating out of the trash or begging for food soon." I walked back to the car, striding with a purpose to make it look like I didn't care if we were noticed there. It left Arthur behind, but he hurried after me and caught up by the time we were back by the road.

Thankfully there wasn't far to go to get it, although we had to walk away from the car and I had to carry it in broad daylight. There was no bag big enough to hide it and I frowned as I tried to figure out if I could hide it under my coat.

"It's all right, give it here," Arthur said as soon as he realised what I was trying to do.

I handed it over, lifting an eyebrow and confused about his intentions. With a wave of his hands, it disappeared and I gulped. Was he going to be able to get it back?

He didn't give me a chance to complain, but walked back toward the church. Despite me needing my phone to direct us here, Arthur was so sure of his way back that I didn't need to do anything but follow him and after about a half an hour delay we were right back where we started.

Until we were back in front of the boards, Arthur kept the crowbar hidden, but as soon as we had stopped he flicked his fingers and it appeared again.

"Can you teach me that sort of thing?" I asked, wondering exactly how he was doing it and if it was really magic. He had a longer coat on than me and could possibly have hidden it, but it wasn't as if it was flexible or small or had any other difference to a standard crow bar. It had to be magic. Didn't it?

"Possibly. It would depend on your aptitude for it, but I would love to teach you if possible. It is a shame Merlin isn't around. Once glance from him and he would know in a heartbeat if you had what was needed to access the magical."

I nodded, already taking the crowbar off him and moving to the door. Although I was the police officer, I was determined to be the one to do this and not him. If I broke in, I could claim that I was concerned about something and investigating in a derelict building that would do no one any harm to break into, a loophole some of us had used in the past. But if Arthur did this, then he could be arrested for it and charged with a crime. Even if it did no harm.

Of course, I could get in trouble for it too. If I didn't come up with a good reason. But I would worry about that if anyone ever complained. For now, I didn't care. I was broke and my only hope of making it out of this situation with my dignity intact was if this madman actually delivered and wasn't just a madman.