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"You're not mad?" Metria inquired, disappointed.

"Furious." There was an art to managing demons.

"You're not going to throw any of it at me?"

"That wouldn't be ladylike."

"It would just loop around and splat on you."

"That, too."

"You're just trying to be dull, so I'll lose interest and stop pestering
you."

"Demons are getting smarter all the time."

"Well, it won't work! I'll just tag along and see you mess up some
other way."

"Suit yourself."

"Confound it! I can't tell whether you even want to get rid of me!
Maybe you prefer to have my company."

"I would prefer it even more if you were a male prince demon. Perhaps
you can get one to come and pester me in lieu of you. Males can be such
brutes."

"That does it! I am going to stay and be perfectly nice to you! What
do you think of that?"

Mela sighed. "You are very sophisticated in your pestering." The truth
was that she didn't really care whether the demoness remained or
departed; she just wanted to keep her on good behavior.

They walked generally west, but the freshwater river threatened to
return, with its pigs and things, so they veered south. The land became
hilly, so they veered some more to move along a contour. The demoness
was now walking on the ground, so that she seemed just like another
mortal creature. She was even solid, now; Mela could tell, because she
left footprints.

Then she heard a faint booming sound. "What's that?"

"A pronoun used to indicate a person, place, thing, idea, or state of
being. I keep confusing it with which."

"I don't mean the word! I mean that sound."