The king stared at Jeremy. His eyes were like ice. “And who are you?” he said. Jeremy’s legs felt like jelly. He wanted to turn and run. But he had to save the Enchanted Theater. “Errr . .. I’m Jeremy,” he stammered. “I traveled back in time three thousand years to get here . . . and Aristotle who lives in the Enchanted Theater came with me and – ” “Spies!” said the king. “Trying to steal my invention!” A murmur ran through the crowd. “No, you’ve got it wrong,” said Jeremy. “There’s a riddle – ” “GUARDS!” bellowed the king. “Run!” yelled Aristotle.