Mister Waggage

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Who's Who in the World of Waggage



I'm Sibbie. I'm named after a white bird and I'm Wilkie's friend. When I grow up I'm going to be a white witch. I'm also Wilkie's friend and he really, really needs some friends. Hes not a saddo or anything, he's just stuck in my time and has no idea how to live here. He needs someone to look after him before he gets himself dead, or gets everyone else dead, or burns all our fuel in one go again.


I'm Twengan. I have a bow and arrow and a bad attitude. I'm not really a bad person. I'm a really bad person. Everyone says so so they must be right.


I'm Oswin. You would call me a monk, perhaps, although the idea of a monk wasn't really the same in my time as yours. I'm more of a priest-healer-wise person who knows the way of the world. I took Wilkie in when he got very sick after coming to Saxon times and he repaid me by getting me into trouble with the local lord, the Normans, the Saxons, some slight bonkers Vikings and the landlady of the Tavern in Ely.

I almost didn't forgive him for that last part.

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Why am I, the brave and famous Hereward, floundering down here. I should be at the top of the page. I'll have to have words with that Wilkie Wilkins, he don't show me no respect. I'm a noble warrior - stop laughing Wilkins - and the leader of the last stand of the Anglo-Saxons against the Normans. Some say that I'm a thief, but I only took the treasure from the cathedral to protect it, d'you see? Now if only I could remember where I left it...

I'm Wilkie Wilkins. I fell into a dark, smelly pond with my dog and some shopping and woke up in Anglo Saxon times surrounded by dodgy geezers with dented swords and personal hygene issues. This is my story. Except when it's about somebody else. Or Mister Waggage.



I'm Mister Waggage. I'm not really writing this because I'm a dog. I'm not even a talking dog, which would have been handy. I'm a proper dog who was a bit too fond of ice-cream before ending up in olden times when boys were boys and dogs were bloody mean. I mean talk about bad attitudes. Well I got fit and set out to rescue my very good friend Master Wilkie Wilkins. This is my story.


I'm Offalfroth. One day I'm going to be in charge of everything and you had better not get in my way. I like children. Children are very useful as workers, sneaks, thieves and spies just as long as they don't expect food or anywhere to sleep. Be warned!

Who are you? What do you want you wicked child! Don't mess with Narrowshade and if you dare call me the villain of the story I'll come and find you in the dark.


Where Is The World of Waggage?

Mister Waggage is set in The Fens, a land of water and mists in a quiet corner of England. At its heart a few low hills gather around Ely, the last town to fall to William the Conqueror. The land is sleepily beautiful in the winter sun and, today, surrounded by endless fields. In earlier times the sea reached into this cold, wet land. Its beauty then was eerie and dank. It's people were hardy and wary of strangers.

All the towns in the story are real, but except for Ely the names have been changed.