'Quark,' said the Quarkbeast, taking a step towards Grifflon, who backed away nervously.

'You can't hide behind a Quarkbeast for ever, Miss Strange.'

'It's Sunday tomorrow,' I told him. 'After the premonition of Maltca.s.sion's death is proved wrong I won't need to hide behind anything.'

He glared at me and ran quickly out of the door. The Quarkbeast sat on the rug and looked up at me with his large mauve eyes.

'You did good,' I told him. 'Thank you.'

I looked out of the Dragonstation and into the street. The crowds that had been camped outside had vanished. I was no longer news now that the scent of war was in the air. On the street outside only Sir Matt's squires were in attendance, doubtless to keep an eye on me in case I decided to make a run for it. I went back inside, locked the door and caught the mid-morning TV bulletin. King Snodd was giving a speech about how the Dragonlands were 'historically part of Hereford', and that the whole Kingdom had to act together to prevent the perfidious Duke of Brecon invading the country and threatening 'all that we know and love'. I switched off the TV and went through to the kitchen, where I found a note from Gordon van Gordon. It read: Dear Miss Strange,I am sorry but I have been called away to look after my mother, who has gout. I wish you the very best on this most difficult of days for you, and hope you will find the courage to act in the way that you think correct.Yours, Gordon van Gordon 'Coward,' I muttered angrily, tearing up the note and throwing it aside. I sat down to ponder my next move, and hadn't come up with a plan half an hour later, when there was a loud hammering at the door. The Quarkbeast's hackles rose.

'h.e.l.lo?' I yelled without opening the door.

'Police,' came the reply.

'What do you want?'

'The Quarkbeast has been declared a dangerous animal,' announced the impa.s.sive voice of the officer, 'harbouring one is considered unlawful.'

'Since when?'

'Since when the King decreed it, seven minutes ago.'

The rug was being pulled rapidly from under my feet.

'I need the Quarkbeast for protection,' I answered a bit feebly.

'King Snodd has thought of that,' bellowed the officer through the door. 'His Majesty has sent Sir Matt Grifflon to guarantee your safety.'

A s.h.i.+ver ran down my spine.

'Grifflon wants to kill me so he can take over as Dragonslayer.'

There was a pause.

'You have been beguiled by the Dragon, Miss Strange. Sir Matt tried to help you and you set the Quarkbeast on him. King Snodd has given his word that no harm will come to you. There is no higher guarantee in the Kingdom.'

He then added in a patronising manner: 'We don't want to hurt you or the Quarkbeast, Jennifer. All we want to do is help help you.' you.'

I peeped cautiously out of the window. The street had been blocked off and three police cars were parked outside. There were about a dozen officers, and two of them were dressed in heavy armour. They had between them a riveted t.i.tanium box in which to imprison the Quarkbeast. A half-inch of t.i.tanium was about the only metal he couldn't chew through. Standing on one side but still looking very much in charge of the operation was Sir Matt Grifflon.

'Please, Jennifer,' said the officer, 'open the door.'

'Wait a minute,' I said, running to the rear window and looking out. There were police out there, too. I was trapped.

'This conversation is going round in circles, Miss Strange,' said the officer as I returned to the front door. 'Either you surrender the Quarkbeast or we come in and take it and arrest you for non-compliance with a royal decree. If the Quarkbeast so much as looks at us in a funny way, we will have no choice but to use lethal force. The choice is yours. I'll give you a minute to decide.'

I looked down at the Quarkbeast.

'It's fourteen against two, chum. What do you say?'

'Quark.'

'I thought you'd say that. But I'm not risking your life for mine. Let's find another way out.'

I ran to the Rolls-Royce and unclipped Exhorbitus. As the Quarkbeast watched me with growing interest, I attacked... the wall wall. The sword cut deep into the brickwork, slicing the masonry as though it were wet paper. Three quick slashes and we were through to the property next door.

'Sorry!' I said to the surprised-looking resident who had been watching The Snodd v. Brecon War Show Live The Snodd v. Brecon War Show Live when his wall came down and a Dragonslayer and her Quarkbeast jumped through. when his wall came down and a Dragonslayer and her Quarkbeast jumped through.

We didn't stop there, either. Holding the sword in front of me, I ran across the room and went through the next wall and into a coin-operated launderette. Water sprayed everywhere as the sword sliced easily through the was.h.i.+ng machines. We heard an explosion from the Dragonstation as the police blew the door down; but by that time we had cut our way out of the launderette and were into the house beyond that that. Luckily this one was empty and the next wall brought us out into the daylight at the end of the terrace. Exhorbitus was too unwieldy to allow me to run far, so I hid it beneath some rubbish in an empty building site and ran into the network of small alleyways in the Old Town behind the cathedral. We heard yells behind us, and I stopped. We couldn't run for ever, my Volkswagen was in the other direction and the Dragonlands and the safety of the force-field almost twenty miles away. I turned to the Quarkbeast and told him to run off and hide. He looked all doleful and made signs that his place was by me so I had to be cross, and he eventually lolloped off. I waited until Sir Matt and his officers could see me from the far end of the street, then darted off in the opposite direction. I ran through the narrow streets with Grifflon and the officers barely a hundred yards away. I turned left, then right, then found myself outside Zambini Towers. I was out of breath, luck and ideas, and before I knew what I was doing I had darted inside and thrown the bolt.

I had hoped that Wizard Moobin might have returned and would help me, but I knew as soon as I entered that the old building was empty. For the first time ever I noticed an eerie silence within the echoing corridors of the old hotel. There was no hum, no static, no strangeness nothing. All the sorcerers were absent, even the mad ones on the eleventh floor.

I dashed through the open doors of the Palm Court, looking for a place to hide, but my heart fell as I entered. Sitting next to the fountain was Lady Mawgon. She was sitting bolt upright with her hands on her lap. She was dressed in blacker than usual crinolines, and wore gloves and a veil. She looked even more funereal than normal, and had been waiting for me. It would have been a child's spell to make me decide to run left when I entered the lobby.

'Good afternoon, Lady Mawgon.'

'I've been waiting for you, Jennifer.'

'Listen,' I said, 'I know we've not been getting on very well at present, but there's a Big Magic going on tomorrow at noon, and I've got to be there.'

I didn't get to say any more as there was a sharp report from the front door as the lock was shot off, and a cry from Sir Matt. There were footfalls on the steps of at least six officers and I heard shouts and cries in the lobby.

'Sir Matt?' called Lady Mawgon. 'Would you come into the Palm Court please?'

Sir Matt stepped in and nodded respectfully to Lady Mawgon.

'My Lady,' he said, 'will you give her to me?'

There was one of those long pauses that seem to go on for ever. I closed my eyes.

'I have not see the wretched child all afternoon,' she announced. 'After you find her, you may send her to me.'

'Don't think me untrusting,' said Sir Matt, and he beckoned his officers to search the Palm Court. He stepped forward and Lady Mawgon placed her hand lightly on my shoulder. Sir Matt could not have missed me, but he did and I breathed a sigh of relief. Lady Mawgon had occluded occluded me from his sight. I could not be seen, so long as I stood perfectly still and made no noise. me from his sight. I could not be seen, so long as I stood perfectly still and made no noise.

'Nothing in here, sir,' said an officer, and trotted out to search the rest of the building.

'She won't get far,' replied Grifflon. 'The whole of the Old Town is sealed off.'

He turned back to Lady Mawgon and lowered his voice.

'If I find out you've hidden her, I will return and my revenge will be frightful.'

She gave him one of her most imperious looks, and Sir Matt called off the search since the wizards, ever worried about thieves, had left frighteners in their rooms, and even the burliest officers were quaking with fear at what they had seen. Within five minutes they had gone, and Lady Mawgon took her hand off my shoulder.

'There is a Big Magic to be completed,' she said in a quiet voice and without looking me in the eye, 'and it behoves me to set our differences aside. Get a good night's sleep. I will watch over you.'

'Lady M-'

'It is my duty,' she said, 'nothing more.'

I said nothing, and went to find Tiger.

Escape from Zambini Towers

Lady Mawgon was true to her word. She sat up all night in the lobby, and whenever any of Grifflon's men came in to look for me, she gave them such a devastatingly withering look that they scurried out again, tail between legs. Tiger and I talked deep into the night down in the kitchens. At 1 a.m. a thump in the laundry room made us nervous until we found that it was the Quarkbeast, who had managed to sneak back into Zambini Towers by way of the laundry chute without being noticed.

The early morning radio bulletins estimated that the crowds up at the Dragonlands had topped eight million people, and antic.i.p.ation was high. Neither King Snodd nor Sir Matt Grifflon had made any further proclamations, so I could only a.s.sume that they were still looking for me. Unstable Mabel made us pancakes for breakfast, and then a special batch for the Quarkbeast, who liked them with curry powder instead of flour.

'Every exit is covered by at least three Imperial Guards,' said Tiger, who had been around to check. This was not good news.

'I need to retrieve Exhorbitus from some wasteground and then get to the Dragonstation,' I replied. 'No one is permitted to hinder a Dragonslayer while on official duties, and to be honest, once I'm in the armoured Rolls-Royce, nothing but an artillery sh.e.l.l could stop me and even King Snodd would think twice before trying to kill me in broad daylight and in front of the TV cameras.'

'It's five hundred yards to the Dragonstation,' said Tiger. 'They're not after me. Perhaps I could fetch the Slayermobile for you?'

'Can you drive?'

'How hard can it be?'

Just then, Lady Mawgon walked into the kitchen and handed me a copy of The The Daily Mollusc Daily Mollusc. The front page had banner headlines explaining how everything was fine after all and it was no longer necessary for me to slay Maltca.s.sion. It added that the Duke of Brecon and King Snodd had kissed and made up, the Quarkbeast was no longer an illegal animal, the sale of marzipan had been banned and all foundlings everywhere were to be reunited with their parents.

'This is all far too good to be true,' I muttered, and as soon as I had, the enchantment crumbled. I was no longer reading a newspaper but simply staring at a colourless grey pebble.

'What you have in your hand is a Pollyanna stone', explained Mawgon. 'Whoever holds the pebble will see what they expect or hope to see. It might be of use if you are stopped on the way.'

'Can't you just make her invisible?' asked Tiger.

Lady Mawgon stared at him.

'Entire lifetimes have been spent and lost in that pursuit,' she replied, as though Tiger should know better. 'I will leave you now.'

She turned away, thought for a moment, then turned back.

'If you tell anyone anyone I've been nice to you,' she said, narrowing her eyes, 'I will make it my solemn duty to render both your lives as unbearable as possible. And don't think I'm not going to have you both replaced on Monday, for I will.' I've been nice to you,' she said, narrowing her eyes, 'I will make it my solemn duty to render both your lives as unbearable as possible. And don't think I'm not going to have you both replaced on Monday, for I will.'

And without another word, she left the room.

'The sorcerers are an odd bunch, aren't they?' said Tiger with a smile.

'They grow on you,' I replied, 'even Lady Mawgon-Gorgon there.'

'I heard that!' came a voice from outside.

We finished breakfast and talked about a plan to get me to the Dragonstation. There were several possible ideas mooted, but none pa.s.sed the stringent 'remotely plausible' test. We were still scratching our heads when we heard a noise outside, and found that the Quarkbeast had dragged a pram from one of the building's many boxrooms, and was looking at us excitedly and wagging its tail.

'Brilliant!' said Tiger. 'The Quarkbeast's a genius! Listen carefully: we'll need some baby clothes, a piece of card, a felt-tip pen, some old clothes and a wig.'

Twenty minutes later, and after Tiger had wished me all the very best of luck, I let myself out of the garage doors at the back of Zambini Towers and walked towards where the guards were standing on the corner. I was dressed in one of the Sisters Karamazov's old outfits and a red wig I had borrowed from Mr Zambini's dressing-up box, and was pus.h.i.+ng the Quarkbeast in the pram. The Quarkbeast was wrapped up in a baby shawl and wearing a pretty pink bonnet. A placard tied to the front of the pram announced that I was collecting for the Troll Wars Orphans Fund. I wasn't convinced this would work but Tiger was smart and it was the only idea we had had.

'Everyone has lost someone in the Troll Wars,' he had explained, 'so no one will stop you.'

He was right. Since Troll Wars widows begging for coins were not at all uncommon, I was ignored by the members of the Imperial Guard who were searching every car on the roads. There were posters of me up on the walls, telling the general public how I was a dangerous lunatic and a traitor and had to be stopped as a matter of national security. As I crossed the road a police car pa.s.sed with a large loudspeaker on the roof, offering an earldom and a guest spot on the You Bet Your Life! You Bet Your Life! quiz show to whoever turned me in. I quickened my pace and made it to the waste ground where I had hidden Exhorbitus. I wrapped the sword in a blanket, hid it under the pram and turned into the road in which the Dragonstation was located. quiz show to whoever turned me in. I quickened my pace and made it to the waste ground where I had hidden Exhorbitus. I wrapped the sword in a blanket, hid it under the pram and turned into the road in which the Dragonstation was located.

There was a 'Police line do not cross' tape barring my way, and outside the Dragonstation were two Imperial Guard armoured cars, and upwards of a dozen soldiers, all armed. I took a deep breath and walked towards them. It was all going well; if I could make it to the Rolls-Royce all would be- 'Quark.'

'Shhh.'

'Good morning, ma'am. Going somewhere?'

Two of the Imperial Guards had walked across to see who I was and what I was doing there. It was galling. I was almost within spitting distance of the Dragonstation.

'Spare a groat for a poor Troll War widow?'

'This road's closed,' announced the first soldier sharply. He didn't look as though he had a very charitable nature. 'What are you doing here?'

'Taking my poor, sweet, orphaned, fatherless and ill child to his check-up. He has bad calluses on his legs, a bald patch and his poor orphaned heart, well, it's-'

'I get the point. Identification papers?'

I handed him the Pollyanna pebble. If he thought I was a war widow then all would be well. If he was expecting the worst or was even vaguely suspicious, all would be lost. I was lucky. The guardsman looked at the pebble as though it really were were identification papers, turned it over and said: identification papers, turned it over and said: 'Name?'

'Mrs Jennifer Jones.'

'Identification number?'

'86231524.'

He nodded and pa.s.sed the pebble back to me.

'Okay, move along.'

I thanked him and started to walk off.

'Wait!' said the second soldier, and I held my breath.

He dug into his pocket and pulled out... a coin coin.

'Here's a groat for you. I fought in the Troll Wars and I lost some good friends. May I see the baby?'

Before I could say or do anything he looked into the pram at the Quarkbeast. I held my breath. The Quarkbeast stared up at him.

'What's his name?'

'Quark?' said the Quarkbeast, blinking nervously.