Thursday, October 12, 2006
"Blood-curdling..." -- Part 14
"Perhaps," Devorah said. "But first, I have heard of the disappearance of that hairy jackass, Chauve Ane Dedman. What do you know of that?"
"I know what became of him," Haggis grudgingly admitted.
"Yes?" Devorah prompted.
"Fine!" Haggis snorted. "If you must know, he displeased me. He was unchivalrous, ungallant, and unfaithful, so I made a meal of him."
"Oh, Haggis, you ate him?!"
"Devie, Devie, Devie. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Not unless he gave you some digestive distress. 'Tis your belly, after all."
"Indeed," Haggis said. "Look, are you going to help me or not?"
"I will consider your request. And what will you give me in return? And do not tell me your soul," said Devorah the Sorceress, "for I know you haven't one."