Chapters (59)
- Contents
- In Which We Find Ourselves in Hell, but Only Temporarily, So It’s Not All Bad News
- In Which We Learn a Little About How Hard It Is to Be in Love
- In Which We Delve Deeper into the Bowels of Hell, Which Is One of Those Chapter Headings That Make Parents Worry About the Kind of Books Their Children Are Reading
- In Which We Reacquaint Ourselves with Nurd, formerly “Nurd, The Scourge of Five Deities,” Which Was All Something of a Misunderstanding, Really
- In Which We Encounter Mr. Merryweather’s Dwarfs—or Elves—and Rather Wish We Hadn’t
- In Which Samuel Is Reunited with Boswell, and We Learn Why One Should Not Trust a Mirror
- In Which We Pay a Visit to Mrs. Abernathy’s House. Which Is Nice. Not.
- VIII
- In Which We Wonder Just How Smart Really Smart People Sometimes Are
- In Which Mr. Merryweather’s Elves Embark on a New Adventure
- In Which Mr. Merryweather’s Dwarfs Make an Unpleasant Discovery
- In Which Samuel Arrives, and Nurd Departs
- In Which Dozy Is the Bearer of Bad News
- XIII
- In Which We Meet a Ram, and Some Old Friends Are Reunited
- In Which the Forces of Law and Order Assert Themselves
- In Which Something of the Nature of this World Is Revealed Through Old Ram
- In Which Hell Gets Stranger, and the Scientists Grow More Curious
- XVII
- In Which the True Faces of the Conspirators Are Revealed, and an Ugly Bunch They Are Too
- XVIII
- In Which Those Who Will Be of Help to Samuel Begin to Come Together
- In Which We Encounter Some of the Other Unfortunate Residents of Hell
- In Which We Meet the Blacksmith
- In Which Nurd Considers Changing His Name to “Nurd, Unlucky in Numerous Dimensions”
- XXII
- In Which We Learn That There Is Always Hope, as Long as One Chooses Not to Abandon It
- XXIII
- In Which Mrs. Abernathy Loses Her Temper, and We Meet Up Again with an Unpleasant Personage from Earlier in Our Tale
- XXIV
- In Which We Speculate on What, If Anything, Might Be Worse Than Evil
- In Which a Familiar Odor Sends the Dwarfs’ Spirits Soaring
- XXVI
- In Which We Learn of the Difficulties in Re-creating the Taste of Something Truly Horrible
- XXVII
- In Which We Hear a Surprising Confession
- XXVIII
- In Which Everything Goes Horribly Wrong
- XXIX
- In Which Various August Personages Put Their Plans in Motion
- In Which the Watcher Is Torn
- XXXI
- In Which We Learn a Little of the Responsibilities of Command, and the Perils of Being Commanded
- XXXII
- In Which Samuel and Mrs. Abernathy Meet Again, Which Only Delights 50 Percent of Those Involved
- XXXIII
- In Which a Third Force Intervenes in the Conflict
- XXXIV
- In Which We Encounter Some Cunning Disguises
- XXXV
- In Which Battle Commences, and a Rescue Mission Is Mounted
- XXXVI
- In Which a Certain Someone Wakes Up with a Sore Head
- XXXVII
- In Which We Get to the “Happy Ever After” Part
- XXXVIII
- In Which We Discover the Limitations of the Term Happily Ever After
- Acknowledgments
“We will track down the boy, Samuel Johnson, before she does,” said Duke Abigor. “We will find him, and we will lock him away where no one will ever discover him, and deny all knowledge of his whereabouts. Her last hope of earning back her place at our master’s left hand will be gone, and we will be able to claim that she is no longer suited to command the Infernal Armies, and a temporary replacement should be appointed as a matter of urgency until our master has found his wits again. You will all put my name forward as the most suitable candidate, and our opponents will have no time to muster a response. If they try to do so, we will wipe them out.”
“And Mrs. Abernathy?” said Duke Guares.
Duke Abigor smiled, but such an unpleasant smile that he still looked like an unimpressed demon, albeit one who has just been presented with a head on a plate, and who really likes heads.
“Is she not a traitor? A traitor for failing to achieve the victory we sought in the world of men, a traitor for bringing the boy who caused our defeat to this realm, our realm, and then losing him? She will be tried, and found guilty. We will take her to Cocytus, and we will chain a rock around her neck, and we will throw her through the ice. Let her be frozen forever as a warning to those who would promise us new worlds, and then disappoint.”
Duke Abigor looked to his co-conspirators, and each of them in turn nodded his agreement. Then one by one they filed from the meeting room, Duke Abigor the last to leave, until all was quiet again.
The silence was disturbed by a soft glop.
“Beg pardon,” said Crudford. “I oozed.”
“Clean yourself up,” said Mrs. Abernathy. She had seen and heard everything, crouched behind a crack in the rock wall. The expression on her face was unreadable, but Crudford, who was sensitive to emotions, detected fear, and surprise, and disappointment.
And rage: pure, channeled, governed rage.
“Did I do well, ma’am?” asked Crudford.
“You did very well,” said Mrs. Abernathy. “For this, I’ll even find you a new hat.”
Crudford’s slimy features parted in a grin. A new hat: it was more than he had dared to hope for.