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Chapter 11 ; Chapter 12
     "Anything for the princess," Lace Brocade was saying, the 
ruffles around the edges of her black frock coat just exactly 
the right shade of ecru to contrast with the bright red of her 
hair and hide.  "And your designs!"  She kissed her right front 
hoof and waved it at the ceiling.  "An absolute pleasure to work 
from!  If you have any further need of the House of Brocade, 
don't hesitate to call!"
     It took every ounce of Rarity's self-control not to fall at 
the fashionista's hoofs and start kissing them.  Lace Brocade!  
Praising her designs!
     But instead Rarity took a breath and said, "This has been 
the single most fulfilling experience of my professional life so 
far, Ms. Brocade!  I can't thank you enough for--"
     "Oh, now, really, Rarity!"  The slender unicorn gave her a 
smile.  "Certainly you'll be calling me Lace from now on."
     For the first time in her life, Rarity wished she could be 
Pinkie Pie for a moment, could somehow express the pure joy 
bubbling up inside her without having to worry about how foolish 
she'd look jumping around like an idiot.  She allowed herself 
one little giggle--not too much, or she knew she wouldn't be 
able to stop--and said, "Then here's hoping, Lace, that we'll 
have many more opportunities to work together in the future."
     "I'll see to it that we do."  Lace Brocade nodded, turned, 
and started back into the depths of the workshop behind the 
House of Brocade showroom on Canterlot's main square just down 
the road from the Palace.
     And even though Rarity knew they had to get back, had to 
get the uniforms delivered, had a million other things to do 
before the festivities this evening, she didn't want to go, 
wanted to just soak in the pure creativity washing around her 
like a warm and lovely breeze from the lighted design tables to 
her left, the sewing machines to her right humming like a hive 
of contented bees, pegasi swooping among the looms at the back 
of the room, even a small smithery, unicorns and burly earth 
ponies working together to create metallic fashions unlike any 
seen anywhere in Equestria.
     "Is she all right?" she heard Ory whisper behind her.
     "Oh, yes," came Fluttershy's voice.  "She gets like this 
sometimes at home, too.  'Zoning out,' Rainbow Dash calls it."
     "Actually, darling,--"  Rarity tore herself away and turned 
to her two friends.  "It's called 'being in the zone.'  But, 
yes, perhaps we'd best be on our way before I decide this is one 
zone I never wish to leave."  She forced a step, another, two 
more, found herself breathing easier, Ory's scent as he smiled 
at her sparking an entirely different set of sensations within 
her.
     And considering the hour or so of sleep she'd had since 
arriving in Canterlot--were they really starting only their 
second day??--the adrenaline from all these various sensations 
was pretty much the only thing keeping her upright at this 
point.  So she returned Ory's smile and said, "Would you be so 
kind as to escort us back to the palace, Mr. Stargazer?"
     He bowed.  "I should be honored, Miss Rarity."
     In the street outside the showroom under the crisp and 
cloudless blue of a late autumn morning, unicorns were raising 
the last of the uniform-filled crates onto huge carts, earth 
ponies in orange vests limbering up before slipping into the 
harnesses at the front of each wagon.  The largest of these 
ponies wore a hat--the strawboss, Rarity assumed--and he waved a 
hoof at them, called out, "So we're taking these to the Citadel, 
right?"
     "No, no, no."  Rarity fluttered her eyelashes, not sure 
that she needed to but fairly certain it couldn't hurt.  "The 
barracks of the Night Guard."
     The strawboss blinked.  "I thought there weren't no Night 
Guard no more."
     "They've been reinstituted."  Which, she was fairly sure, 
was not the correct term, but she pushed on regardless.  "And 
these are to be their new uniforms."
     "Huh."  The strawboss nodded.  "They taking recruits?  
'Cause I got a colt at home could use a little infantry 
training, y'know?"
     "I don't know, actually."  And the idea that struck Rarity 
then nearly blinded her with its brilliance.  "When you get to 
the Night Palace, however, ask for Minister Dash.  She'll 
certainly know.  In fact--"  She turned to Fluttershy, nervously 
watching the hubbub.  "Fluttershy, why don't you fly ahead and 
alert Rainbow that the uniforms are on their way?  Then she'll 
be standing by when they arrive and can answer this gentlecolt's 
question."
     Fluttershy looked from her to the Palace a few blocks away, 
then back again.  "Are you sure you and Ory will be all right 
walking back on your own?"
     Rarity had never been surer of anything in her life.  
"We'll manage somehow, darling."
     "All right."  Fluttershy leaped gracefully into a hover and 
nodded to the strawboss.  "I'll let them know you'll be along 
very soon, sir!"  And she zipped off.
     The strawboss grinned, his gaze following the pegasus.  
"Ooo la la, I love this job," he said, then he bowed to Rarity, 
spun toward the carts, and shouted, "Harness up, you slobs!  
Move!  Move!  Move!"
     Ory gave a chuckle beside her.  "How certain of your safety 
are you, Miss Rarity?"
     She glanced over at him.  "Have you had a premonition, Mr. 
Stargazer?"
     "Nothing specific."  He gestured up the street toward the 
Palace with a hoof, and when Rarity started in that direction, 
he fell into step beside her.  "But, well, a lovely young lady?  
Alone in the big city with no one for company but a disreputable 
jazz musician?"  He shook his head.  "One hesitates to 
contemplate the possible dangers."
     "On the contrary."  She tossed her mane.  "I find myself 
suddenly quite contemplative on the subject."
     His laugh this time was full and rich.  "Oh, Rarity!  
You're so...so alive!  And I'm not saying that just because we 
were almost killed last night.  I've never--"  He stopped, and 
she looked over, found him looking back wearing an expression 
she could only call rapturous.  "I've never met anypony like you 
before."
     "I should say not."  She wanted so much to touch his nose, 
give him a little 'beep' with her hoof like Pinkie so often did, 
and whether it was her lack of sleep or her current state of 
euphoria, she found herself doing so, reaching up to tap him 
gently between the nostrils.  "After all, there is no pony else 
like me."
     Her touch seemed to freeze him in place, his gray eyes 
wide, and she turned, continued a few paces along the street 
before he laughed again and caught up with her.  "So, 
hypothetically," he said.  "If a sturdy young trombonist, an 
itinerant jazz musician, say, were to decide he'd had enough of 
Canterlot, that the dubious pleasures of the city had begun to 
pall and grate upon his sensitive nature..."  His voice became 
suddenly quieter.  "What sort of welcome might such as wandering 
minstrel find in, oh, I don't know, say a town like Ponyville?"
     The serious undertone in his question made her look at him 
again, almost afraid to imagine what he was actually asking.  
"Well," she said, stalling as whatever wit and charm she'd been 
feeling a moment ago deserted her completely, "as I'm sure you 
know from our travel brochures, there's any number of attractive 
features about Ponyville--"
     "Oh, yes."  Ory reached out a hoof and gave the end of her 
nose a quick touch.  "If the present example is any indication," 
he went on in that same quiet voice, "I can only imagine that 
the town itself must be breathtaking."
     She found herself wishing she hadn't sent Fluttershy on 
ahead, that she hadn't taken such efforts to be alone with him, 
her heart beating faster than it had since their kiss last 
night.  "Would you?" she asked.  "Come to visit, I mean?"
     "To visit?"  He shook his head.  "To stay, however, to 
settle down, to become a part of the town and--"  He swallowed 
so hard, Rarity could follow the motion along his throat.  "And 
perhaps a part of your life?"  The depths of his eyes made her 
catch her breath.  "I can think of nothing I would rather do, 
Miss Rarity."
     Aware that they'd stopped in the middle of the street, 
aware of the stares and the grins of the unicorns moving around 
them, Rarity found she didn't care about any of it.  "And I," 
she said, smiling at him, "I can think of nothing I would rather 
have you do, Mr. Stargazer."
                              ***
     Fluttershy reached the palace quickly, forcing herself not 
to stop, not to go back, not to hide on a rooftop along the way 
to see if Ory and Rarity might--she couldn't stop a little 
giggle--might kiss again.
     It just made her so happy, she had to do a little loop 
above the balustrades of the Day Palace.  For as long as she'd 
known Rarity, on their every excursion and spa day or just 
getting together for lunch, her friend had spoken about her 
dream, about meeting a prince of the former royal family in 
Canterlot, about being swept off her hooves, about the whirlwind 
courtship and eventual marriage into the dynasty that had ruled 
the unicorn city before largely abdicating their power and 
inviting Princess Celestia to move in when she'd left her 
original palace in the Everfree Forest.
     But after the disaster at the Grand Galloping Gala, 
Fluttershy hadn't heard Rarity mention anything about her dream 
again until last night.  And while she'd never understood 
Rarity's whole obsession with romance--the one thing Fluttershy 
had taken away from her horrible, horrible modeling career was 
the understanding that other ponies really did think she was 
pretty, but whenever anypony looked her up and down like that 
teamster had a few minutes ago, she just wanted to crawl into a 
rabbit hole and pull it closed behind her--that dream meant so 
much to Rarity, and Ory was such a nice pony, a gentlecolt like 
Rarity had said, Fluttershy really, really hoped things would 
turn out OK this time.
     She landed in the courtyard between the two palaces, 
flinched when the guards at the door saluted her, and rushed 
past them into the hallway to the throne room.  She tried to 
keep her hooves from tapping, tried to move as quietly as she 
could while still hurrying, and was happy only a few of the Day 
Ministry staff looked over at her when she entered.
     Princess Luna sat on the Day Throne looking so very regal, 
Fluttershy had to stop and catch her breath.  Just since 
yesterday, the princess seemed to have grown taller, her wings 
even more graceful, her mane dark but flowing with silver like 
the full moon on a summer night.  She still looked sad, though, 
nodding at something the Day Minister was saying, the unicorn 
scratching notes with a quill on a pad suspended in the gray 
light of his horn.
     Several long moments went by, and Fluttershy thought about 
tip-toeing outside again, maybe coming back later when the 
princess wasn't so busy.  But Rarity and Ory and those big 
ponies with their carts were on their way.  So should she just 
stand here and wait?  Is that what one of the princess's 
ministers would do?  Or would she be expected to walk up to the 
throne, all the way up at the front of the room where everypony 
could see her??
     She already felt more than a little out-of-place in the 
gown Rarity had set out for her this morning: not that the 
Ministry ponies weren't dressed well, of course, but she could 
feel more and more of their eyes turning toward her, a pressure 
building around her worse than before one of Rainbow Dash's 
electrical storms or--
     "Minister Fluttershy?" a deep voice asked softly behind 
her; she barely stopped herself from screaming, just leaping 
sideways instead and whirling to see one of the soldier ponies 
blinking at her.  "Have you a message for the princess, miss?"
     Panting, telling herself over and over again frantically, 
He's being nice!  He's not going to throw me in the dungeon! she 
finally manage to nod, and by then, she could tell, even more of 
the ponies at the desks were staring at her.  Eyes clenched, she 
could almost hear their thoughts, almost hear the words 'cute' 
and 'stupid' and 'famous' and 'useless' simmering around her 
like the sizzle of the deep-fried eggplant Angel like so much, 
and she wished so very much she was out with her animal friends 
who didn't think at all, who didn't make the air thick and heavy 
and hard to--
     A rustle of wings above her, and a little gasp from the 
guard pony.  "Your Highness, I thought she might be--"
     "Yes, thank you, lieutenant."  Princess Luna's voice 
touched Fluttershy cool as an evening breeze, gently ruffling 
her wings and letting her draw what felt like her first breath 
in minutes.  "Minister?  Are we needed at the barracks?"
     "Yes, your Highness," she managed to say though she 
couldn't quite manage to pry her eyes open.  "I'm sorry, your 
Highness."
     "Not at all."  The breeze this time was so real, Fluttershy 
had to look up, had to stare at Princess Luna standing above 
her, a smile on her muzzle, her great dark wings caressing the 
air.  And while a little part of Fluttershy still quailed back 
with a cry of 'Nightmare Moon!', most of her just saw her newest 
friend.  "I had a feeling it might be time," the princess 
finished.
     "Yes," was all Fluttershy could get out, but this time, it 
was happiness blocking her throat.
     Not that the ponies at the desks would know that, that same 
annoying little part of her whispered.  They'll still think 
you're nothing but a foolish, flighty filly who doesn't know the 
first thing about--
     Princess Luna bent down suddenly, puffed a rose-scented 
breath into Fluttershy's face, touched her horn to the ribbon in 
her mane, and the nasty voice whisked away like dust.  
"Surprise," the princess whispered, then she straightened up, 
looked back at Minister Daybreak.  "Carry on, Minister, and I 
shall look forward to our lunchtime briefing."
     "Of course, your Highness."  He bowed and started down the 
carpeted ramp that led up to the Day Throne.
     Smiling, the princess nodded to Fluttershy.  "Shall we?"  
And she stepped out of the throne room.
     Fluttershy followed, the sort of calmness smoothing her 
jangled nerves that she hardly ever felt anywhere except in the 
woods around Ponyville.  "What--?" she found herself asking out 
loud, hurrying to catch up with the princess.  "Your Highness?  
Did you just...just--?"  She didn't know how to ask.  "Blow away 
my nervousness?"
     "No."  Princess Luna cocked her head, glanced sideways at 
Fluttershy.  "Well, not really.  But I've been thinking a great 
deal about what Minister Pie said to me last night, and it 
looked to me as if you could benefit from a bit of that same 
advice."
     For a moment, Fluttershy could only blink.  Last night--
after all the scary parts were over--had been the most wonderful 
time she could remember in a very long time, all her friends 
gathered together and talking beside the fire.  But the things 
Pinkie Pie had said to the princess, well, Fluttershy found that 
she usually understood maybe three of every five things Pinkie 
said....
     "It's just..."  Princess Luna was looking down the hallway 
ahead, but her gaze seemed to be focused well beyond the stone 
walls of the palace.  "I'm not the sun.  And trying to be the 
sun was what led me to...led to all my problems."  Her head 
shifted, and Fluttershy found herself caught up in the 
princess's dark eyes.  "I am the moon and the stars and the 
night.  You are a beautiful, gentle, kind and quiet pony.  
Trying to be what we imagine other ponies want us to be, well, 
that's just going to make us both unhappy.  Don't you agree?"
     A giggle rose up inside Fluttershy's chest, and because it 
felt so good to do so, she let it out.  "Oh, princess!  I think 
that's exactly right!"
     "Good!"  Princess Luna brought a silver-shod front hoof 
down smartly against the marble floor.  "Be it hereby resolved, 
therefore, that I will be dark, sad, and grumpy, and you will be 
bright, naïve, and frightened!  In other words, I will be Luna 
and you will be Fluttershy no matter what else happens!"  She 
stopped suddenly, seemed to shrink a little as Fluttershy looked 
back at her.  "And more is going to happen, I'm afraid, more 
good ponies getting thrust into harm's way because of me."
     "No."  Fluttershy said it quietly, but she put as much 
force into it as she could, feeling bolder than she had in 
months.  "It wasn't because of you that somepony pushed me and 
Rarity and Ory over that waterfall."
     Princess Luna's head came up, her eyes wide.  Fluttershy 
stepped forward.  "It was just like you said.  It was because of 
some imaginary Princess Luna they've got stuck in their heads.  
That's why the party tonight's so important, why we'll have a 
party every night if we have to!  So everypony in Canterlot can 
get to know you as well as..."  She swallowed.  "As well as I 
have."
     Silence, then for the second time that morning, Princess 
Luna leaned down and touched her horn to Fluttershy's ribbon.  
"Becoming Nightmare Moon was the best thing that ever happened 
to me," the princess murmured, and Fluttershy couldn't help 
starting back, the princess smiling down.  "Because it led me 
straight to the six of you."
     Then she was turning away, once again as tall and regal as 
she'd been earlier, the flare from her horn pulling a door open, 
and they stepped through into an open-air courtyard, the whole 
city of Canterlot spread out down the slope and across the plain 
before them.  The wall behind them was black marble, and 
Fluttershy realized that they'd somehow passed through both the 
Day Palace and the Night Palace to reach this place, though she 
didn't remember walking all that far.  
     Princess Luna's doing, she decided...
     Looking around, Fluttershy saw a tall wrought iron gate 
stretching off to her right, a paved road following it around 
the corner of the Night Palace, some large and fancily decorated 
buildings on the other side.  And to her left, she blushed at 
the hindquarters of maybe thirty earth ponies and unicorns 
huffing and puffing through some movements that could've been an 
exercise or a dance, Fluttershy not at all surprised to hear 
Pinkie's voice up front: "OK!  Left brush knee and--!  Oh, hey!  
Your Highness!  Fluttershy!  Hi!"
     The other ponies all froze, Pinkie scampering through their 
ranks.  "At ease, ev'rypony!" she called out, skidding to a halt 
beside Princess Luna and hopping up and down.  "This has been so 
much fun!"  She seemed to spin in mid-air, her mane frizzing 
into even higher tangles.  "We are totally gonna try square 
dancing next!  You guys wanna join in??"
     "Company!" a thin blue unicorn with some sort of stripes on 
the front of his workout vest shouted.  "Salute!"  And all the 
ponies sprang to attention, stomped a front hoof against the 
cobblestones, then touched it to their chests.  "Your Highness!" 
the same unicorn called.  "Night Guard ground troops at your 
service!"
     Princess Luna had gone completely still, her mane barely 
flowing, but she stepped forward, bowed to the soldiers, and 
said, "Thank you, commander.  And my thanks to every single one 
of you.  I...I know we got off on the wrong hoof, but, well--"  
She smiled.  "Minister Dash set me straight on a few things last 
night."  She looked over at Pinkie.  "Speaking of whom, Minister 
Pie..."
     "Whom?"  Pinkie blinked at the princess.
     Fluttershy cleared her throat.  "She means Rainbow Dash, 
Pinkie.  Is...is she here somewhere?"
     "Oh!  Yeah!"  Pinkie reared back on her hind legs, put her 
front hoofs to her mouth, and shouted, "Dashie!  The princess is 
here!"  She landed with a little dance step and glared at the 
thin blue unicorn.  "And c'mon, Foxy!  I told you guys 'at 
ease!'"  She started hopping again.  "'Cause you're gonna be 
getting presents!"
     "Yes, ma'am!" from the blue unicorn.  He barked, "At ease!" 
and the troops swung into less formal stances, some of them even 
smiling at Princess Luna, Fluttershy was glad to see.  Some of 
them weren't smiling, though, and a couple looked downright 
unhappy.  Nervous, even, she thought...
     A whoosh from the bright blue mid-morning sky, and 
Fluttershy's heart leaped into her throat as Rainbow Dash and 
another dozen pegasi swooped around the corner of the low 
building squatting along the back of the Night Palace.  Their 
wings arching in unison, the whole company landed with perfect 
precision behind her friend, Rainbow whirling on her front legs 
to tell the others, "Now that's what I'm talking about!"
     "Company!"  The chubby pegasus behind Rainbow whirled as 
well.  "Salute!"  They all faced Princess Luna, did the stomp 
and chest touch, and the pudgy pegasus called out, "Your 
Highness!  Night Guard air troops at your service!"
     Rainbow Dash, grinning from ear to ear, came sauntering 
across the courtyard, and Fluttershy wanted to start hopping up 
and down like Pinkie was.  "Hey, guys," Rainbow said.  "Whaddaya 
think, Princess?"
     Princess Luna again stood stock still for a moment, then 
said, "I think, Minister Dash, that I have been a fool."
     "What??"  Rainbow's mouth dropped open, and Fluttershy felt 
her own doing the same.
     "My own shortsightedness has led me to ignore these 
excellent ponies for more than a year."  She shook her head.  
"But I intend to learn from this mistake as I am learning from 
all my others."  She raised her head and her voice.  "That you 
have all chosen to remain steadfast to your oaths humbles me to 
the greatest degree, and I will strive from this moment onward 
to be worthy of your dedication."
     Most of the ponies started clapping their hoofs against the 
cobblestones, some even whistling, but the same few who'd looked 
nervous to Fluttershy's eye before now seemed even jumpier, 
their expressions the sort she usually imagined she had on her 
own face.  But why would they be scared?  They were soldier 
ponies!  She couldn't imagine what--
     Rattles and rumbling creaks began echoing from the walls of 
the palace and the barracks, whistling and deep breathing and a 
rough voice shouting, "Slow up, there!  Steady now!  Steady!"  
Ears folding, Fluttershy looked around, tried to see where the 
noises were coming from, and the teamster ponies came galloping 
around the corner, the carts behind them clattering on the 
courtyard's cobblestones, the big pony with the hat hauling from 
the front harness.
     "Slow up!" he shouted again, the unicorns trotting 
alongside each cart pointing their glowing horns at the wheels.  
"Steady, there!  Steady!"  And the whole parade crunched and 
ground to a halt, the soldier ponies staring wide-eyed at the 
five heavily-laden wagons.
     "Ah!"  Princess Luna was moving past Rainbow and Pinkie, 
the teamster ponies turning, their jaws dropping.  "And unless 
I'm greatly mistaken, this will be the shipment with your new 
uniforms arriving."
     The big pony with the hat had the same look on his face as 
the others, his head tipping back as the taller princess came up 
to him, her silver shoes tapping in the sudden silence.  "Your 
Highness!" the big pony blurted out, then he dropped into a bow, 
all the other teamsters doing the same.  "I didn't know you was 
gonna be here, ma'am!"  He straightened up, grabbed his hat, and 
pulled it off.  "I'da worn my good hat otherwise!"
     The princess nodded.  "Quite all right, strawboss.  Have 
you need of any assistance in offloading your freight?"
     The strawboss blew out a breath, sat back, slapped his 
front hoofs at the straps of his harness, the buckles unsnapping 
and dropping the thing to the ground.  "I won't say 'no,' ma'am.  
This's the biggest load we've hauled all year!"
     Princess Luna turned to look at Rainbow.  "Minister Dash?"
     Rainbow grinned and waved at the pudgy pegasus pony.  
"Captain Custard?"
     The captain glanced at the pegasus beside her, a white 
stallion with ice-blue mane and tail, his cutie mark one big 
yellow star.  "Commander Rigel?" the captain said.
     And the commander, when he started barking order--"I want 
flyers up top undoing those ropes!  Any of you zappers with lift 
magic, get your horns popping!  And you grounders!  Line up!  
Let's move!"
     Fluttershy felt her whole insides freeze.  She knew that 
voice....
                              ***
     Dash hadn't had a better day in months, rousting the Night 
Guard up just after dawn, leaving Commander Foxfire and the 
infantry in Pinkie's hyper hoofs, then slipping into one of 
their workout vests and leading Captain Custard, Commander Rigel 
and the rest of the flyers out in some simple manuevers over the 
roofs of Canterlot.  Like any group she'd flown with, some were 
better at the straight speed stuff while others had the fancy 
moves, but all in all, a pretty balanced outfit.
     And Rigel!  She grinned, watching him order the troops into 
place to help the teamsters with the crates.  That pony was 
almost as good as he thought he was....
     A familiar little clearing of throat beside her, and Dash 
turned her grin to Fluttershy.  "Looks like you and Rarity got 
your mission accomplished."  She looked around.  "Hey, where is 
Rarity, anyway?  I thought she'd wanna be here to make sure we 
didn't dent her suits or whatever."
     A blush glowed over Fluttershy's cheeks.  "She, uhh...  She 
and Ory, they...they--"
     Pinkie gave one of her full-throated laughs and pushed her 
lips out, wiggling them up and down like a fish.
     Dash rolled her eyes.  "Well, I guess we can manage to get 
'em unpacked without breaking anything.  Is there, like, a list 
inside of which ones are which size?  Or--"
     "Ummm,..."  Fluttershy, of course, looked nervous and 
scared, but something about her shifting eyes, her folded ears, 
the way she kept trying to get her mane to fall over her face 
even with the ribbon holding it back made the hair stand up 
along Dash's neck.  "Rainbow?  I...can I...can you...?"  Her 
voice trailed off.
     Pinkie stopped hopping beside them.  "Fluttershy?  What's 
wrong?"
     "That...that pegasus."  She jerked her nose in Rigel's 
direction.  "He...last night, when Ory and Rarity and I 
got...when those ponies in black stopped us."  Fluttershy 
swallowed, her voice getting even softer.  "The one who was 
giving the orders.  He sounded just like him..."
     Dash's wings flared.  Last night.  Custard had said Rigel 
was out patrolling the city with--
     "And, uhhh..."  Fluttershy's gaze shot over her shoulder 
toward the ground troops lining up by the carts.  "That blonde 
earth pony with the bells for her cutie mark?  She's been 
looking scared at me, and I just..."  Her breathing came faster 
and faster.  "I think she's the one I gave the Stare to!  The 
one who kicked Ory and cut his face!"
     A cold lump of anger began forming in Dash's gut.  "You 
sure about this, Fluttershy?" she asked as quietly as she could.
     Fluttershy gave a convulsive nod.  "I'm sure about that 
voice.  And after I do the Stare, I can...I can kind of smell it 
for a while afterwards..."
     Pinkie was turning slowly to look at the whole Night Guard.  
"That one," she said, nodding to one of the unicorns.  She went 
all the way around, nodding to one more earth pony, pegasus, and 
unicorn in the troop and saying, "And that one" each time till 
she was facing Dash again, the look on her face the most serious 
Dash had ever seen there.  "All those ponies are really, really 
nervous right now."
     The lump in her gut getting hotter and hotter, Dash whirled 
and shouted, "Captain Custard!"
     "No!" somepony screamed, and the blonde with the bells on 
her flanks broke formation, took off galloping for the road at 
the corner of the Night Palace.
     "Mirabelle!"  Another voice--Rigel's this time--and when 
Dash snapped her glare over at him, absolute panic flooded his 
face.  "Scatter!" he yelled, and took off into the sky.
     More commotion, the other ponies Pinkie had picked out 
darting suddenly in different directions.  "Custard!"  Dash 
planted her hoofs.  "Detain all ponies who were out on patrol 
last night!  Now!"  And she launched herself after Rigel.
     He'd had a few seconds' head start, his white wings a blur 
against the clear blue above; Dash narrowed her eyes, stretched 
herself thin, front hoofs feeling the wake of his passage, and 
pounded the air in the way that made it flow around her, made it 
curl back and lift her from behind.  The consternation in the 
courtyard dropped away, no sound in her ears but the streak of 
the wind, the only scent in her nose the clean, clear in-and-out 
pumping of her own breath, the only sight in her eyes the 
traitor Rigel, the guy who'd tried to hurt Fluttershy and 
Rarity.
     She gained quickly, the walls of Canterlot's volcano 
whizzing past them, and got within hailing distance as they shot 
out into the open air.  "Rigel!  Heave to, you hear me??  You're 
under arrest!"
     He jogged sideways, a move she would've bet money he 
couldn't do, spun in a tight circle, and lashed out with his 
rear hoofs, nearly clipping the tip of her nose.  She snarled, 
dove to the left, swooped around under him, and aimed a front 
hoof for the commander stripes on his vest.
     His backflip at full speed in mid-air pulled him out of the 
way, but she did a jackknife of her own, wrenching her stomach 
muscles in a way she knew she would feel in a couple hours, and 
slammed her hind legs into his.  The impact jarred her all the 
way to her back teeth, sent her into a tumbling forward roll, 
and she heard Rigel give a cry; flaring her wings, Dash leveled 
out, banked hard in case he was coming down for another pass.
     Looking up showed her nothing but empty blue.  And looking 
down--
     Rigel was falling, spinning, his wings flailing, the open 
mouth of Canterlot's volcano gaping like it wanted to swallow 
him.
     "No, you don't!" Dash shouted, and she shoved herself after 
him, sliced through the air, cut through it so fine and so 
close, she almost felt the suction of it pulling her downward.  
He was still thrashing around at least, still conscious and 
trying to slow himself, so she didn't need Sonic Rainboom speed 
to catch up to him and yell, "Go limp, you moron, or I'll let 
you splatter all over the landscape!"
     For an instant, she thought the anger in his face would win 
out over the fear, but he closed his eyes, spread his wings and 
all his legs; she plunged beneath him, grabbed him hip and 
shoulder, spun them both around so he was below her, his back 
toward the ground.  Straining upward, then, she fought the pull, 
fought the draft, fought to dump the speed she'd just worked so 
hard to build, her back arching, her teeth gritting, her back 
joining her stomach on the list of muscle groups she was going 
to hear complaints from later on.
     Fortunately, they hit a tree; she'd been trying to steer 
for some of the parkland near the palaces since, in her vast 
experience of crash landings, she found she liked the extra 
braking power of a tree canopy to the straight-out slam into, 
say, a building or the ground.  She'd already slowed them a lot, 
too, and, well, there was a reason she'd made sure Rigel was on 
the bottom...
     The leaves and branches still gave her a good slapping 
around, and the "Oof!" when they came bouncing out and finally 
hit the grass was both deep and heartfelt.  She was able to draw 
a breath, though, and that was a whole lot better than any of 
the alternatives.
     Rigel sucked in a breath, then, and Dash heard cries above 
her, Captain Custard and some of the other Night Guard pegasi 
winging over the treetops toward them.
     Nodding, Dash looked back down at the pony beneath her.  
"Once again," she panted out.  "You are under arrest."
Chapter 14
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