"Well, well, well," gloated Regan sardonically, and hairs prickled on the back of Karras' neck, for the voice was an impossibly deep bass thick with menace and power. "So it's you... they sent you! Well, we've nothing to fear from you at all."

    "Yes, that's right. I'm your friend. I'd like to help," said Karras.

    "You might looses these straps, then," Regan croaked. She had tugged up her wrists so that now Karras noticed that they were bound with a double set of restraining straps.

    "Are they uncomfortable for you?" he asked her.

    "Extremely. They're a nuisance. An infernal nuisance." The eyes glinted slyly with secret amusement.

    Karras saw the scratch marks on her face; the cuts on her lips where apparently she'd bitten them. "I'm afraid you might hurt yourself, Regan."

    "I'm not Regan," she rumbled, still with the hideous grin that now seemed to Karras to be her permanent expression. How incongruous, the braces on her teeth looked, he reflected.

    "Oh, I see. Well, then, maybe we should introduce ourselves. I'm Damien Karras," said the priest. "Who are you?"

    "I'm the devil."

    "Ah, good, very good." Karras nodded approvingly.

    "Now we can talk."

    "A little chat?"

    "If you like."

    "Very good for the soul. However, you will find that I cannot talk freely while bound with these straps. I'm accustomed to gesturing." Regan drooled. "As you know, I've client much of my time in Rome, dear Karras. Now kindly undo the straps!"

    What precocity of language and thought, mused Karras. He leaned forward in his chair with professional interest "You say you're the devil?" he asked.

    "I assure you."

    "Then why don't you just make the straps disappear?"

    "That's much too vulgar a display of power, Karras. Too crude. After all, I'm a prince!" A chuckle. "I much prefer persuasion, Karras; togetherness; community involvement. Moreover, if I loosen the straps myself, my friend, I deny you the opportunity of performing a charitable act."

    "But a charitable act," said Karras, "is a virtue and that's what the devil would want to prevent; so in fact I'd be helping you now if I didn't undo the straps. Unless, of course"---he shrugged---"you're really not really the devil. And in that case, perhaps I would undo the straps."

    "How very foxy of you, Karras. If only dear Herod were here to enjoy this."

    "Which Herod?" asked Karras with narrowed eyes. Was she punning on Christ's calling Herod "that fox"? "There were two. Are you talking about the King of Judea?"

    "The tetrarch of Galilee!" she blasted him with anger and scorching contempt; then abruptly she was grinning again, cajoling in that sinister voice: "There, you see how these damnable straps have upset me? Undo then. Undo them and I'll tell you the future."

    "Very tempting."

    "My forte."

    "But then how do I know that you can read the future?"

    "I'm the devil."

    "Yes, you say so, but you won't give me proof."

    "You have no faith."

    Karras stiffened. "In what?"

    "In me, dear Karras; in me!" Something mocking and malicious danced hidden in those eyes. "All these proofs, all these signs in the sky!"

    "Well, now, something very simple might do," offered Karras. "For example: the devil knows everything, correct?"

    "No, almost everything, Karras---almost. You see? They keep saying that I'm proud. I am not. Now, then, what are you up to, fox?" The yellowed, bloodshot eyes gleamed craftily.

    "I thought we might test the extent of your knowledge."

    "Ah, yes! The largest lake in South America," japed Regan, eyes bulging with glee, "is Lake Titicaca in Peru! Will that do it?"'

    "No, I'll have to ask something only the devil would know. For example, where is Regan? Do you know?"

    "She is here."

    "Where is 'here'?"

    "In the pig."

    "Let me see her."

    "Why?"

    "Why, to prove that you're telling me the truth."

    "Do you want to fuck her? Loose the straps and I will let you go at it!"

    "Let me see her."

    "Very succulent cunt," leered Regan, her furred and lolling tongue licking spittle across cracked lips. "But a poor conversationalist, my friend. I strongly advise you to stay with me."

    "Well, it's obvious you don't know where she is"---Karras shrugged---"so apparently you aren't the devil."

    "I am!" Regan bellowed with a sudden jerk forward, her face contorting with rage. Karras shivered as the massive, terrifying voice boomed crackling off the walls of the room. "I am!"

    "Well, then, let me see Regan," said Karras. "That would prove it."

    "I will show you! I will read your mind!" it seethed furiously. "Think of a number between one and ten!"

    "No, that wouldn't prove a thing. I would have to see Regan."

    Abruptly it chuckled, leaning back against the headboard. "No, nothing would prove anything at all to you, Karras. How splendid. How splendid indeed! In the meantime, we shall try to keep you properly beguiled. After all, now, we would not wish to lose you."

    "Who is 'we'?" Karras probed with alert, quick interest.

    "We are quite a little group in the piglet," it said, nodding. "Ah, yes, quite a stunning little multitude. Later I may see about discreet introductions. In the meantime, I am suffering from a maddening itch that I cannot reach. Would you loosen one strap for a moment, Karras?"