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’
There
is
much
luck
to
us
if
a
demon
visits
,
’
beamed
the
father
.
’
What
is
your
wish
,
O
foul
spawn
of
Offler
’
s
loins
?
’
’
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
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
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
month
at
the
Curry
Gardens
he
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
wealth
to
purchase
quite
a
large
part
of
the
city
.
