“That’s right,” I said. “It was my idea, and if it blows up in our faces, I’m in deep shit with Trsiel, so I’m really hoping you can help us. What we need is…” I glanced at Trsiel, lobbing the ball to him.

“To know who the demon at Glamis Castle is,” Trsiel said.

I blinked back my surprise. Seems Trsiel hadn’t been sitting on his hands waiting for something to happen after all.

“Ah,” Aratron said. “The monster of Glamis.” He smiled. “You’ve heard the stories, I suppose. The deformed immortal child locked in a secret room? The earl and the Devil playing cards for eternity? The clansmen being walled up and left to starve? Humans can be amazingly inventive sometimes, can’t they? What they can’t understand, they explain with stories, spiced up with bits of truth, like raisins in a sweet-cake. The real monster of Glamis, as you’ve discovered, wasn’t that poor child, but a demon. Not trapped for eternity, but imprisoned for a few hundred years, just long enough to teach him a lesson. As for who it is…” He looked at me and smiled. “I’m sure Eve could make a few guesses.”

“Demons who’ve been off the radar for a few hundred years?” I said. “Hmm. Amduscias, Focalor, Dantalian—” I stopped, my gut going cold.

Aratron didn’t notice my reaction. “There are more than a few of them, aren’t there? It’s one of Baal’s favorite punishments for underlords who incur his wrath—something, I’m afraid, that isn’t very difficult to do.”

“It’s Dantalian, isn’t it?”

He smiled. “Well done.”

I struggled not to make the obvious connection, to think of anything but that, hurrying on with more questions. “What did Baal lock him up for? It has to do with that room, doesn’t it? With walling in those men?”

Trsiel snorted. “I doubt that was his crime.”

Aratron shook his head. “Your prejudices are showing, Trsiel. A cacodemon could indeed be punished for such a thing, though not for the reason you’d find the deed objectionable. Had Dantalian walled up those men against his lord’s wishes, he would be punished for his insolence. That, however, was not his error.” He looked at me, eyes twinkling. “I doubt it will help your cause, but do you want to hear the story?”

I nodded, brain still numb.

“Excellent. Curiosity for the sake of curiosity is the mark of a true student.” He glanced at Trsiel, eyes still sparkling. “You can move closer, Trsiel. I know you want to hear this as much as she does.”

Trsiel shrugged, but when Aratron looked away, he slid next to me.