"Good. Off with you, now!" He swung his arm to help launch the enchanted sculpture into the air and it

flew off with a musical tinkling of wing scales, like the sound of airborne windchimes.

"Good. Off with you, now!" He swung his arm to help launch the enchanted sculpture into the air and it

flew off with a musical tinkling of wing scales, like the sound of airborne windchimes.

.

"You had best head back to your stables, my friend," said Modred, patting him on his lathered neck.

"You've done enough for one night."

"But what will you do?" Champion asked. "You'll need transportation. And I heard Wyrdrune say that

his energy was depleted from teleporting."

"The way he teleports, I'm not surprised," said Modred. "Don't worry about me. I'll find my own

transportation."

At that moment another police car turned into the street ahead of them and came toward them. Its siren

bleeped briefly and its flashing lights came on.

"You there! Stop where you are!"

"Ah," said Modred. "It seems that problem's just been solved. How very considerate of them."

He sat astride Champion's back and raised his hands.

The two officers came out of the patrol car and approached him cautiously from either side, their pistols

drawn.

"All right, you! Get down off there!"

"Hey," said his partner, "wait a minute, Al. It's that English cop, Cornwall!"

"Inspector Cornwall?" said Al.

"What seems to be the trouble, gentlemen?" asked Modred. He dismounted, placing Champion's body

between himself and Al's partner.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we have had a report that one of our units was in pursuit of a . . . thatis a unicorn, isn't

it?"

"He's all lathered up, Al," said his partner from the other side. "He's been running hard."

In a smooth, quick motion, Modred reached out and grabbed Al's pistol, taking hold of the barrel from

the bottom and levering it up and out, snatching it sharply out of his grasp before he could react.

"Hey! What the—"

He punched the startled cop in the solar plexus and grabbed him as the breath whistled out of him,

twisting him around in front of him and putting the pistol to his temple.

"Thanks for the ride, boy," Modred said to Champion. He clicked his tongue twice and yelled, "Hah!"

The unicorn tossed its head and bolted.