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'Sorry?' said Mort.
'A demon brings blessing and good fortune on the man that helps it,' said the man. 'How may we be of assistance, O evil dogsbreath of the nether pit?'
'Well, I'm not very hungry,' said Mort, 'but if you know where I can get a fast horse, I could be in Sto Lat before sunset.'
The man rice in the folded middle pair of hands of the Offler statue (it would be gone in the morning) and stood back.
'Husband did say that last served a creature who was not there,' she said. 'He was impressed.'
Ten minutes later the man returned and, in solemn silence, placed a small heap of gold coins on the table. They represented enough purchase quite a large part of the city.
'He had a bag of them,' he said.beamed and bowed. 'I know the very place, noxious extrusion of the bowels, if you would be so good as to follow me.'Mort hurried out after him. The ancient ancestor watched them go with a critical expression, its jowls rhythmically chewing.'That was what they call a demon around here?' it said. 'Offler rot this country of dampness, even their demons are third-rate, not a patch on the demons we had in the Old Country.'The wife placed a small bowl of