"Demon?"

Eric peered around the door.

"What shape are you?" he said.

"Pretty poor shape," said Rincewind.

"I've brought you some food.  You do eat, do you?"

Rincewind tried some.  It was a bowl of cereal, nuts, and dried fruit.  He didn't have any quarrel with any of that.  It was just that somewhere in the preparation something had apparently done to these innocent ingredients what it takes a million gavities to do to a neutron star.  If you died of eaten this sort of thing they wouldn't have to bury you, they would just need to drop you somewhere where the ground was soft.

He managed to swallow it.  It wasn't difficult.  The trick would have been preventing it from heading downward.

"Lovely," he choked.  The parrot did a spiendid impersonation of someone being sick.

"I've decided to let you go," said Eric.  "It's pretty pointless keeping you, isn't it."

"Absolutely."

"You haven't any powers at all?"

"Sorry.  Dead failure."

"You don't look too demonic, come to think about it," said Eric.

"They never do.  You can't trust them woss-names," chortled the parrot.  It lost its balance again.  "Polly want a biscuit," it said, upside down.

Rincewind spun around.  "You stay out of this, beaky!"

There was a sound behind them, like the universe clearing its throat.  The chalk marks of the magic circle grew terribly bright for a moment, became fiery lines against the scuffed planks, and something dropped out of the empty air and landed heavily on the floor.

It was a large, metal-bound chest.  It had fallen on its curved lid.  After a while it started to rock violently, and then it extended hundreds of little pink legs and with considerable effort flipped itself over.

Finally it shuffled around until it was watching the pair of them.  It was all the more disconcerting because it was staring without having any eyes to do it with.

Eric moved first.  He grasped the home-made magic sword, which flapped wildly.

"You are a demon!" he said.  "I nearly believed you when you said you weren't!"

"Wheee!" said the parrot.

"It's just my Luggage," said Rincewind desperately.  "It's a sort of... well, it goes everywhere with me, there's nothing demonic about it... er."  He hesitated.  "Not much, anyway," he finished lamely.

"Avaunt!"

"Oh, not again."

The boy looked at the open book.  "My commands earlier resume," he said firmly.  "The most beautiful woman who has ever lived, mastery of all the kingdoms of the world, and to live forever.  Get on with it."

Rincewind stood frozen.

"Well, go on," said Eric.  "You're supposed to disappear in a puff of smoke."

"Listen, do you think I can just snap my fingers -"

Rincewind snapped his fingers.

There was a puff of smoke.