"Do not go hard with the woman," said I. "She could not watch mealways."

"It will be better if you stay right where you are," said the voice."It will save us both much trouble."

"Good night," I said, and hung up.

The receiver snapped itself around my wrist and the cord became a chainfastened to a ring-bolt in the wall. How childish of them!

I heard Stella dressing upstairs. I moved eighteen steps sidewise fromThere, to the place where my scaled limb slid easily from out the vineslooped about it.

Then, back again to the living room and out the front door. I needed amount.

I backed the convertible out of the garage. It was the faster of thetwo cars. Then out onto the nighted highway, and then a sound of thunderoverhead.

It was a Piper Cub, sweeping in low, out of control. I slammed on thebrakes and it came on, shearing treetops and snapping telephone lines, tocrash in the middle of the street half a block ahead of me. I took a sharpleft turn into an alley, and then onto the next street paralleling my own.

If they wanted to play it that way, well--I am not exactly withoutresources along those lines myself. I was pleased that they had done itfirst, though.

I headed out into the country, to where I could build up a head ofsteam.

Lights appeared in my rearview mirror.

Them?

Too soon.

It was either just another car headed this way, or it was Stella.

Prudence, as the Greek Chorus says, is better than imprudence.

I shifted, not gears.

I was whipping along in a lower, more powerful car.

Again, I shifted.

I was driving from the wrong side of the vehicle and headed up thewrong side of the highway.

Again.

No wheels. My car sped forward on a cushion of air, above a beaten anddilapidated highway. All the buildings I passed were of metal. No wood orstone or brick had gone into the construction of anything I saw.

On the long curve behind me, a pair of headlights appeared.

I killed my own lights and shifted, again and again, and again.

I shot through the air, high above a great swampland, stringing sonicbooms like beads along the thread of my trail. Then another shift, and Ishot low over the steaming land where great reptiles raised their heads likebeanstalks from out their wallows. The sun stood high in this world, like anacetylene torch in the heavens. I held the struggling vehicle together by anact of will and waited for pursuit. There was none.

I shifted again...

There was a black forest reaching almost to the foot of the high hillupon which the ancient castle stood. I was mounted on a hippogriff, flying,and garbed in the manner of a warrior-mage. I steered my mount to a landingwithin the forest.

"Become a horse," I ordered, giving the proper guide-word.

Then I was mounted upon a black stallion, trotting along the trailwhich twisted through the dark forest.

Should I remain here and fight them with magic, or move on and meetthem in a world where science prevailed?

Or should I beat a circuitous route from here to some distant Other,hoping to elude them completely?

My questions answered themselves.

There came a clatter of hoofs at my back, and a knight appeared: he wasmounted upon a tall, proud steed; he wore burnished armor; upon his shieldwas set a cross of red.

"You have come far enough," he said. "Draw rein!"

The blade he bore upraised was a wicked and gleaming weapon, until Itransformed it into a serpent. He dropped it then, and it slithered off intothe underbrush.

"You were saying...?"

"Why don't you give up?" he asked. "Join us, or quit trying?"

"Why don't _you_ give up? Quit them and join with me? We could changemany times and places together. You have the ability, and the training..."

By then he was close enough to lunge, in an attempt to unhorse me withthe edge of his shield.

I gestured and his horse stumbled, casting him to the ground.

"Everywhere you go, plagues and wars follow at your heels!" he gasped.

"All progress demands payment. These are the growing pains of which youspeak, not the final results."

"Fool! There is no such thing as progress! Not as you see it! What goodare all the machines and ideas you unloose in their cultures, if you do notchange the men themselves?"

"Thought and mechanism advances; men follow slowly," I said, and Idismounted and moved to his side. "All that your kind seek is a perpetualDark Age on all planes of existence. Still, I am sorry for what I must do."

I unsheathed the knife at my belt and slipped it through his visor, butthe helm was empty. He had escaped into another Place, teaching me onceagain the futility of arguing with an ethical evolutionary.

I remounted and rode on.

After a time, there came again the sound of hoofs at my back.

I spoke another word, which mounted me upon a sleek unicorn, to move atblinding speed through the dark wood. The pursuit continued, however.

Finally, I came upon a small clearing, a cairn piled high in itscenter. I recognized it as a place of power, so I dismounted and freed theunicorn, which promptly vanished.

I climbed the cairn and sat at its top. I lit a cigar and waited. I hadnot expected to be located so soon, and it irritated me. I would confrontthis pursuer here.

A sleek gray mare entered the clearing.

"Stella!"

"Get down from there!" she cried. "They are preparing to unleash anassault any moment now!"

"Amen," I said. "I am ready for it."

"They outnumber you! They always have! You will lose to them again, andagain and again, so long as you persist in fighting. Come down and come awaywith me. It may not be too late!"

"Me, retire?" I asked. "I'm an institution. They would soon be out ofcrusades without me. Think of the boredom--"

A bolt of lightning dropped from the sky, but it veered away from mycairn and fried a nearby tree.

"They've started!"

"Then get out of here, girl. This isn't your fight."

"You're mine!"

"I'm my own! Nobody else's! Don't forget it!"

"I love you!"

"You betrayed me!"

"No. You say that you love humanity."

"I do."

"I don't believe you! You couldn't, after all you've done to it!"

I raised my hand. "I banish thee from this Now and Here," I said, and Iwas alone again.

More lightnings descended, charring the ground about me.

I shook my fist.

"Don't you _ever_ give up? Give me a century of peace to work withthem, and I'll show you a world that you don't believe could exist!" Icried.

In answer, the ground began to tremble.

I fought them. I hurled their lightnings back in their faces. When thewinds arose, I bent them inside-out. But the earth continued to shake, andcracks appeared at the foot of the cairn.

"Show yourselves!" I cried. "Come at me one at a time, and I'll teachyou of the power I wield!"

But the ground opened up and the cairn came apart.

I fell into darkness.

I was running. I had shifted three times, and I was a furred creaturenow with a pack howling at my heels, eyes like fiery headlights, fangs likeswords.

I was slithering among the dark roots of the banyan, and thelong-billed criers were probing after my scaly body...

I was darting on the wings of a hummingbird and I heard the cry of ahawk...

I was swimming through blackness and there came a tentacle...

I broadcast away, peaking and troughing at a high frequency.

I met with static.

I was falling and they were all around me.

I was taken, as a fish is taken in a net. I was snared, bound...

I heard her weeping somewhere.