whom I owed professional courtesy. The agreement was that I should serve in this capacity of reserve-informant until circumstances should free me, by the ordinary rules of demon control. That chance has now occurred, as it was fated. A genuinely bound demon would have escaped, so I am free to go. I thank you for that accident, and now I depart.' He began to fade.
'Wait!' Bink cried. 'At least answer this nice ogre's Question!'
Beauregard firmed again. 'He has no Question. He only wants to sleep. Ogres need plenty of rest, or they lose their meanness.'
'But Crombie's talent indicated-'
'Oh, that. Technically there is something, but it is not a conscious desire.'
'It will do,' Bink said. He had not realized that ogres could have unconscious desires. 'Tell us what it is, before you go.'
'He wants to know whether he should take a wife,' the demon said.
The ogre growled. 'What kind of life, if me have wife?' the golem said.
'Now that's interesting,' Beauregard said. 'A golem, serving fee for an Answer he can not comprehend.'
'Who could make sense of a one-word Answer?' Grundy demanded.
'Only a real creature,' Beauregard replied. 'That's the point-he's not real,' Bink said. 'He wants to know how to become real.'
Beauregard turned to the centaur. 'And you want to know your talent. I could tell you, of course, but you would then be in fee to me, and neither of us would want that.'
'Why don't you just answer the ogre's question and go?' Bink asked, not quite trusting this too- knowledgeable freed demon.
'I can not do that directly, Bink. I am a demon; he would not accept my answer, rational though it would be. He is of an irrational species, like yourself; you must answer him.'
'Me! I-' Bink broke off, not wanting to comment on his present problem with Chameleon.
'I spoke in the plural,' Beauregard said, a bit condescendingly. 'You and Chester and Crombie should discuss your relations with your respective females, and the consensus will provide the ogre with the perspective he needs.' He considered. 'In fact, in that context, my own comment might become relevant' And he settled down on the straw with them.
There was a silence. 'Uh, how did you-that is, there is a lady ogre-uh, ogress in mind?' Bink asked Crunch.
The ogre responded with a volley of growls, snorts, and gnashings of yellow teeth. It was all the golem could do to keep up the translation, but Grundy rose to the occasion and spouted at the height of his form:
'One lovely bleak morning during thunderstorm warning me wandered far out beyond hail of a shout. Me was in a good mood just looking for food. No creature stirred this far from home; no dragon, no monster, not even a gnome. Me entered a forest huge and tall; the trees were so big me seemed small. The way was so tangled no walker could pass, but it opened like magic a lovely crevasse, with nickelpedes and more delights, and stagnant water rich with blights, and me tramped up to a hidden castle with shroud for flag and scalp for tassel. The wind blew by it with lovely moans, and all the timbers were giant bones. At entrance slept little dragon called Puk, guarding what left myself awestruck: a fountain packed with purple mud, spouting gouts of bright-red blood. Me stared so long me stood in doze, and me mouth watered so hard it drooled on me toes. But me knew such enchantment would be complete the moment me yielded and started to eat Me wanted to see what further treasure offered itself for the hero's pleasure. And in the center in a grimy sack lay a wonderful ogress stretched on a rack. She had hair like nettles, skin like mush, and she face would make a zombie blush.'
'She breath reeked of carrion, wonderfully foul, and she stench was so strong me wanted to howl. Me thought me sick with worm in gut, but knew it was love for that splendid slut. Me smashed she in face with hairy fist, which is ogre way of making tryst Then me picked she up by she left leg and dragged she away, me golden egg. Then whole castle come awake: goblin and troll and green mandrake. They celebrated the union of hero and cute by pelting we with rotten fruit. But on way out we tripped a spell that sounded alarm where evil fiends dwell. They had put castle to sleep for a hundred years, those fiends who hated ogres' rears. They fired a spell of such terrible might we had to flee it in a fright. Me dodged it every way me could, but it caught we good in midst of wood. As it struck me cried 'Me crunch no bone!' and it thought we ogres both had flown. It dissipated in such mighty flash the whole near forest was rendered trash. Now me crunch no bones lest fiends of lake learn they curse have make mistake. Me not want them throw another curse maybe like first and maybe worse. Me love lies stunned within the wood, sleeping away she maidenhood. But one thing now gives me pause: she never did make much applause. All me want to know is this: should me leave or fetch the miss?'
The others sat in silence for a time following this remarkable recital. At last Crombie squawked. 'That was a considerable adventure and romance,' Grundy said for him. 'While I can appreciate the fetching qualities of your lady friend, I must say from my own experience that all females are infernal creatures whose primary purpose in life is to deceive, entrap, and make miserable the males. Therefore-'
The ogre's grunt interrupted the griffin in mid-squawk. 'Hee hee hee, hee hee hee!' Grundy translated, interrupting himself. 'Me fetch she instantly!' Chester smiled. 'Despite my friend's recommendation, I must offer a note of caution. No matter how badly the filly nags the stallion, and how unreasonable she normally seems, there comes a time when she births her first foal. Then the dam no longer has much interest in-'
'She no nag? That is snag,' Crunch growled, disappointed.
'But in due course,' Bink said, 'she is bound to return to normal, often with extremely cutting wit. In any event, I should think some nagging is better than no nagging. So why not rouse your beauty and give her a proper chance? She may make your life completely miserable.'
The ogre's eyes lighted like torches.
'I must concur,' Beauregard said. 'This conversation has been a most intriguing insight into the condition of human, animal, and ogre emotions. What is nagging to humans is applause to ogres. This will do nicely to conclude my dissertation.'
