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need to,” Creeg replied. He reached into his bag and retrieved a slender glass tube filled with bright blue liquid. “A little something I cooked up before setting out from Quantium.” With an eager grin he unstoppered the tube and flicked his wrist three times. Three dashes of sapphire splashed into the pot, which immediately issued a small cloud of steam. Korm felt steady heat from within the pot as he sat down next to Aebos. Satisfied, Epostian Creeg re-capped his glass tube and placed it into the bag, from which he withdrew a long metal spoon. This he jabbed into the pot, stirring the slurry with enthusiasm.
    After a few moments of slience, Korm spoke up. “So what do we know about this demon?”
    Creeg looked up from the stew. “We know that it’s formless in nature. When Nex trapped the demons within his ships he stripped them utterly of their physical forms. They exist now only as a disembodied presence. After a while the demons learned to possess mortals who came into their realms. Over the centuries, Juval has taken hundreds of forms by possession. It shoves aside the consciousness of a body it wants and wears it as long as it wishes. Because Juval is immortal, its fascination with a given body tends to outlast the lives of its physical forms, but this is no problem because it can always claim another.”
    As he spoke he drew a small glass cylinder from the bag. Korm recognized the familiar gold flakes—Creeg’s signature flavor—from breakfast. The alchemist unscrewed the top of the canister and dumped a generous clump of the stuff into the pot and stirred. After a few moments, Creeg sniffed the stew with an expert nose, but even Korm could tell it was ready to eat. His mouth began to water. His stomach tightened. He swore to himself he would enjoy the meal, no matter what.
    Creeg fished three wooden bowls and three short metal spoons from his bag, filled the bowls one at a time, and handed them to Korm and Aebos before tending to himself. The cyclops ignored his spoon and tipped the entire bowl up to his thin lips, practically gurgling the stuff.
    “If the demon doesn’t want Iranez’s treasure, how do we get it to return wind to the seas?” Korm asked, eyeing the beige mess slopped into his bowl. The hippogriff chunks looked like squalid islands in a sea of sludge. Only Creeg’s golden flakes brought a touch of class to the dish, and Korm was quite sure he’d had enough of those. “Can we kill it?”
    Creeg chewed a bit of stubborn meat before replying. “I doubt very seriously that either of you is capable of such a feat,” he said, leaving unsaid whether he thought himself capable of the deed. “And besides, slaying its host body won’t do the trick, because Juval can simply reassume its formless nature, in which it is even more difficult to defeat.”
    “Anything can be defeated,” said Aebos, scraping remnants of sauce and mush into his tiny spoon. “You’ve just got to punch it hard enough.”
    “You cannot punch what is not there,” said Creeg, wiping his bowl clean with a fine linen cloth. “I’m afraid the best way to defeat Juval is to try to best it with words. The Lady Iranez—or rather, her miraculous Orb—seems to think the two of you capable of the job. It’s a testament to your glibness that you have survived this long, so I suppose all hope is not yet lost.”
    Korm scooped a spoon of stew to his mouth and was surprised to find it delicious. Perhaps he could put the Queen’s Lament behind him and learn to enjoy food again after all. As he slowly maneuvered his spoon from meat island to meat island, Korm looked out over the horizon to the valley below. Darkness hid the dismal trees and rank puddles, but the flickering light of the burning building at the center of Juval’s world drew his attention like a magnet.
    “Up there, on the ledge, Aebos said that the house on fire down in the valley would burn itself out within the hour. I can see it myself now that we’re