Sir Kay and his fellow knights awake from their mythical slumber whenever Britain has need of them; they fought at Agincourt and at the Somme. This time they are fighting climate change and a dragon. This enteraining read is a bit of a one-off - think Monty Python and the Holy Grail meets the eco-warriors in this mash-up of Arthurian legend and contemporary fantasy.
There's not much he can do with just his shield. Even his sword wouldn't help enormously. Ancient warriors risen from the very ground with their arms untarnished are less useful than they used to be, when there are men doing wicked things with automatic rifles. If Merlin foresaw everything that would come to pass, why didn't he account for guns?
