Part 19 (1/2)

A gasp arose from those a.s.sembled.

”That,” said Oliver, ”is not what I wanted to hear. You don't really mean it, do you? Please, just say it isn't so!”

”But it is so,” Azzie said. ”I showed you proofs earlier, just to get over and done with the tedious part of convincing you. Have I succeeded in doing so?”

”You have indeed, sir!” Oliver said, and Mother Joanna nodded.

”Fine,” said Azzie. ”Then we know where we stand.”

”Thank you, sir. Now would you be so kind as to go away and leave us in peace to continue our holy pilgrimage?”

”Don't be silly,” Azzie said. ”I've gone to a lot of trouble to get this thing set up. I have an offer to make.”

”Oh, my G.o.d!” Sir Oliver said. ”A deal with the Devil!”

”Stop acting so,” Azzie said. ”Just hear me out. If you don't like my offer, you needn't take me up on it, and we're quits of each other.”

”You really mean that?”

”On my honor as a Prince of Darkness.” Azzie wasn't really a Prince of Darkness at all, but it did no harm to exaggerate a trifle among all these highborn gentlemen and ladies.

”I suppose it'll do no harm to hear you out,” Sir Oliver said.

Chapter 6.

Speaking in a loud, ringing voice, Azzie said, ”Ladies and gentlemen, I am indeed a demon. But I hope no one will hold this against me. What, after all, is a demon? Merely a name for one who serves one of the two sides whose struggles govern all existence, human and superhuman. I refer, of course, to the principles of Good and Bad, Light and Dark, as they are called. Let me point out first the absolute necessity that there should be two sides to everything, for things are impossibly flat without that. I will point out also that these two sides should be locked in more or less equal struggle. For if only Good existed, as some seem to feel would be desirable, no one could make that moral effort toward self-improvement that is the very essence of human progress. There would be no contrast between things, no way to differentiate the greater from the lesser or the desirable from the reprehensible.”

Azzie asked for some wine, cleared his throat, and went on.

”Having established the propriety of a contest between these two great qualities, it follows that one side cannot win all of the time. Otherwise, our contest is no contest at all. The outcome must remain in doubt, now one side showing the preponderance, now the other, and no final result may be discerned until the whole thing is nearly over. In this we follow a law as old as any, the law of dramaturgy, which gets its best effects from an equalizing of forces. Good is not even supposed to be that much more powerful than Bad, because once the issue is no longer in doubt, the contest is no longer interesting.

”If we can accept this, we can proceed to the next point which from it flows. If it is permissible for there to be a Dark to oppose Light, or a Bad to oppose Good, then those who serve one side or the other are not to be despised. We must not let partisans.h.i.+p cloud our reason! If Bad is necessary, then those who serve Bad cannot be considered superfluous, despicable, unlawful, inconsequential. I do not say that they need to be followed, but they should at least be heard.

”Next I'll point out that Bad, once you discount its bad press, has a lot going for it, in terms of sprightliness, if nothing else. That is to say, the principle of Bad, like that of Good, has an inherent desirability about it that men may choose of their own free will. To put it more simply still, Bad can be a whole lot of fun, and no one should feel bad about choosing it since it is as venerable and respectable a principle as Good.

”But will a person not be punished for having anything to do with Bad? My friends, that is mere propaganda on the part of Good, and not a true statement of the position at all. If it is all right for Bad to exist, then it must be all right to serve it.”

Azzie took a sip of wine and looked at his audience. Yes, he had their attention.

”I am prepared now to get directly into my offer. Ladies and gentlemen, I am Azzie Elbub, a demon of some antiquity, and an entrepreneur from very far away. What I have come here to do, my friends, is to put on a play. I'd like seven volunteers. You'll find your tasks pleasant, and not at all onerous. As your reward, you will get to have whatever it is you most desire in the world. In fact, that's the whole point of my play: to demonstrate to the world that a person can have his or her dearest wish without having to do anything much to get it. Isn't that a nice moral? I really think it holds up hope for all of us, and is more indicative of the way things really work than the converse - having to work for something and to have certain qualities of character that will bring the desired thing into your orbit. In my play we prove that you don't have to be virtuous, or even particularly effective, to achieve reward. So think about it, ladies and gentlemen. Your souls, by the way, will not be in any jeopardy whatsoever.

”I am now going to retire to my room. Anybody who is interested can come and visit me during the night and I'll lay out the exact conditions. I look forward to discussing this more with you later, on an individual basis.”

Azzie made a sweeping bow and went back upstairs. He had time for a light dinner of cheese and bread, and a gla.s.s of wine to finish it off. He poked up the fire in the grate and settled back.

He didn't have long to wait.

Chapter 7.