The worst choice continues to be the best choice as the zaniest crew ever collected to save a kingdom, are looking for a few good raiders. Hordes are recruited, but the only ones included in the hilarious rescue of Britta's grandson (from whom pirates and monsters may need to be rescued) are a pacifistic squire with the world's most dangerous laundry soap, an unknown bard with a voice that would make the Monster-of-Unheard-of-Savageness run for its life, and a trio of bears that can pulverize a castle-but only to get a few good berries. Meantime everyone in the region needs rescue from the locust-like mob of mercenaries, thugs, bandits, cut-throats, dispossessed knights, maniacs, midgets who are too tall, giants who are too short and greedy peasants who are just too greedy, chasing Sir Christian to an ever-expanding camp of even greedier Saxon pirates. If that wasn't enough to make the kingdom's last-place knight fall on his knees in prayer to Jesu, there is evidence of something worse. Some of the raiders may know the secret discovered by Sir Christian's father. Disguised as a food condiment that blows up, burns up, or makes people sick depending how you add sugar, it has the most innocent sounding name. But on such may depend the future of the kingdom, the world, or even the universe.
