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you’re taking her?” the guardasked, lowering his pike. Aldiss drew back and hid behind Shona. “This is a crime scene and this little human is our only suspect. She’s not going anywhere.”
    The dragon narrowed her yellow eyes and bared her teeth in a low, rumbling growl. “Listen,” she snarled, “I am the Special Chief Constable and I order you to get out of our way.”
    The guard, unperturbed by the large angry dragon, stayed put. “Her Majesty Queen Flora has just been assassinated,” he said. “And whether you are the Special Chief Constable or not, you are not going to help our only suspect escape!”
    â€œMorag would never harm anyone,” Bertie stated. “Would you, Morag?”
    â€œOf course she wouldn’t,” Aldiss piped up. “The only person she’s ever killed is Devlish.”
    Bertie covered his face with his wing in despair. There was a murmur as the information passed through the crowd. “The Queen is dead,” they said. “They’ve caught her killer. It was that girl who killed Devlish on Murst, the one they let in from the human world—she’s the murderer. She conjured up the winds to hide her while she killed our beloved Queen Flora. Murderer! Murderer! Murderer!”
    Dazed, Morag looked around her. She couldn’t believe that anyone thought she had assassinated the Queen.
I didn’t do it
, she wanted to scream,
I didn’t do it
, but no words would come. She felt the pressure of Shona’s claw on her shoulder as the dragon gently pushed her forwardtoward the guard, who was brandishing his ceremonial pike in their direction.
    â€œGet out of our way!” the dragon snapped.
    â€œHalt!” the guard said. “In the name of our late Queen, I command you to stop!” His cries caught the attention of his fellow soldiers, who immediately fell in beside him. They too lowered their weapons, ready for a fight.
    â€œVery well, if this is how you want to play it!” Shona sighed. Still holding on to Morag’s shoulder, she took a deep breath and …
    â€œWait a minute!” cried Henry. “I have a better idea!”
    Shona breathed out, sending a dark cloud of smoke into the air. “Go on, then!” she growled. “Quickly.”
    Morag looked down at the medallion hanging around her neck. She saw Henry screw up his tiny little face as if concentrating very hard and then his eyes opened again. “There!” he said.
    Nothing happened. Not at first. Then slowly the guards dropped their weapons and stood back, creating a corridor through their ranks. Behind the friends, the crowd also began to move and soon cleared a pathway.
    â€œNow, isn’t that a better way of getting what we want rather than frying everyone?” the medallion asked smugly.
    â€œShow-off!” the dragon muttered, pushing Morag forward.
    No one stopped them as they walked toward the Central Station. No one said a word. The square had fallen silent, and although Morag was relieved that there were no further shouts, the mood of the people unnerved her.
    â€œWhat did you do to them?” she whispered to the medallion as she climbed the stairs leading up to the station.
    â€œI stupefied them for a little while. It’s like sending them to sleep while their eyes are still open,” Henry whispered back. “It’s one of my more amusing spells. I’ll teach it to you someday. Now get a move on, because I can’t hold them all like this forever.”

7
    The station was deserted. With no one to stop them, Bertie locked the doors behind them and they ran toward the platforms.
    â€œBefore she was killed, the Queen tried to tell me there was only one way out,” said Morag. “Something about a photo booth.” She looked around frantically but could not see one.
    Marnoch Mor Central Station was enormous. It was the hub of the Secret Underground railway: