Nancy Drew, an attractive girl of 18, was at the Renaissance Festival. She was there because Bess had begged her and George to attend. She had no idea she would be dressed in costume when she agreed to go.

"Our costumes are excellent," she thought, as she looked around the throng that surrounded her, some dressed in costumes, others in casual summer garb. Bess walked beside her, fluffing the sparkling tulle of her faerie princess costume. She practically glowed with pleasure.

Nancy grabbed her by the elbow, avoiding the glitter that covered her arm, and held up her phone. "Selfie!"

George growled into the camera. "Arg, mateys." She was attired as a pirate, complete with a cutlass that brushed the top of her 17th century leather boots.

As for Nancy, she had dressed as a traveling minstrel. She had crafted her costume from soft suede, sewing leather accents at the waist and collar, and adding more to the strap of the ukulele that hung low on her waist. As they wandered the grounds, she strummed the instrument and made up silly lyrics.

An instant after the flash went off, Nancy found herself sprawled in the grass. She shook the stars from her head and found herself staring into the confused eyes of a court jester. He rubbed his temple in consternation.

"Sorry, mi'lady!" He jumped up and pulled Nancy to her feet.

"What's the hurry?" she asked.

"The Queen's flag has gone missing from the courtyard. I'm sorry! I must-" He pointed toward the jousting arena and started away.

"Gone missing! Why, that flag is at least eight feet wide." Nancy followed him into the arena.

"And it sits above the throne," he said.

Bess and George trailed behind. George had pulled her cutlass and was swinging it in arcs over her head. Bess wrinkled her nose at a steaming pile of dung just inside the gate.

The jester rushed to the Queen who stood in a small huddle of characters, all staring up at her throne. "It seems the Prince has disappeared right along with the flag, your Highness."