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Azzie said testily, "When you're alive, nothing can reassure you. I'm just telling you this now. It's only
when you're dead you can appreciate it."

They walked on. After a ways more, Scrivener said, "You know, I can't remember a thing about my life
back on Earth."

"Don't worry, it'll all come back to you."

"I think I was married, though."

"Fine."

"But I'm not sure."

"It'll all come back to you as soon as you are back in your body."

"What if it doesn't? What if I've got amnesia?"

"You'll be fine," Azzie said.

"Do you swear that on your honor as a demon?"

"Certainly," Azzie said, lying with ease. He had taken a special course in forswearing and had proven
adept at it.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

"Hey, trust me," Azzie said, using the master mantra that makes docile even the most suspicious and
bellicose.
"You can understand why I'd be a little nervous," Scriv-ener said. "Being born again, I mean."

"Nothing to be ashamed of," Azzie said. "Here we are.

"Thank Satan," he added under his breath. Talking long with humans made him nervous. They went
around subjects so! The Demon Fathers had offered a survey course in Human Tergiversation at Demon
U, but it was an elective and he hadn't bothered to take it. False Dialectic had seemed more interesting at
the time.

Up ahead he saw the familiar scarlet and chartreuse stripes of the North Pit ambulance. The ambulance
stopped a few yards away and a medical demon got out. He was an obelisk-eyed pig-snouted fellow
and very different from Azzie, who was a fox-faced demon with red hair, pointed ears, and startling blue
eyes, accounted quite handsome by those who have a taste for demons.

"Is this the fellow?"

"This is him," Azzie said.

"Before you do anything," Scrivener said, "I just want to know - "