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"Is that what you want, Azzie?" Ylith asked. "A world without Good or Bad?"

"Certainly not! Evil is my true work, Ylith, my vocation. I believe in it. What I want is to come up with
something impressive in favor of what they call Bad, something that will motivate mankind, seize its
attention, bring it back again to the dear old drama of Good and Bad, gain and loss."

"Do you think you can do that?" she asked.

"Of course. I don't want to boast, but I can do anything I set my mind to."

"At least," Ylith said, "you have no problem with your ego."
"If only I could get Ananke to see things my way!" Azzie said, referring to the personified spirit of
Necessity who ruled gods and men in her inscrutable way. "But the silly old cow persists in her
ambiguities."

"You'll think of something," Ylith said. "But now I really must be getting along."

"How can you stand being around those brats all the time?" Azzie asked.

"Getting yourself to like what you ought to like is half the trick of being good."

"And what is the other half?"

"Saying no to the blandishments of old boyfriends. Especially demonic ones! Good-bye, Azzie, and good
luck."

Chapter 2

Disguised as a merchant, Azzie walked into the nearby city of York. Crowds were streaming toward a
central point in the city, and he allowed himself to be carried along through the narrow winding streets.
The people were in a holiday mood, but Azzie didn't know the cause of celebration.

A play was being enacted on a wooden platform in the middle of the city's central square; Azzie decided
to watch. Stage plays for the general public were a fairly recent invention. Suddenly it had become a fad
that was sweeping Europe.

It was all pretty simple and straightforward. Actors came out on a raised platform and pretended to be
someone else. If you'd never seen it before it could be quite thrilling. Azzie had seen many plays in his
tune—a long tune that stretched all the way back to the primitive goat dances of the ancient Hellenics —
and he considered himself something of an expert. After all, he had been in the opening nights' audiences
for Sophocles' great dramas. But this production in York was something different from goat dances and
from Sophocles. This was realistic drama, and these two actors were talking like man and wife.

"So, Noah, what's new?" said Noah's wife.

"Woman, I have just had a divine revelation."

"Call that news?" Mrs. Noah said scornfully. "All you ever do, Noah, is walk out into the desert and have
revelations. Isn't that true, children?"