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“Crowley, you are lying, or you are insane, or possibly you are both,” said Hastur, but his certainty was shaken.
Just for a moment he had entertained the possibility; that was where Crowley had got him. It was just possible that Hell was testing him. That Crowley was more than he seemed. Hastur was paranoid, which was simply a sensible and well-adjusted reaction to living in Hell, where they really were all out to get you.
Crowley began to dial a number. “’S’ okay, Duke Hastur. I wouldn’t expect you to believe it from me,” he admitted. “But why don’t we talk to the Dark Council—I am sure that they can convince you.”
The number he had dialed clicked and started to ring.
“So long, sucker,” he said.
And vanished.
In a tiny fraction of a second, Hastur was gone as well.
OVER THE YEARS a huge number of theological man-hours have been spent debating the famous question:
How Many Angels Can Dance on the Head of a Pin?
In order to arrive at an answer, the following facts must be taken into consideration:
Firstly, angels simply don’t dance. It’s one of the distinguishing characteristics that mark an angel. They may listen appreciatively to the Music of the Spheres, but they don’t feel the urge to get down and boogie to it. So, none.
At least, nearly none. Aziraphale had learned to gavotte in a discreet gentlemen’s club in Portland Place, in the late 1880s, and while he had initially taken to it like a duck to merchant banking, after a while he had become quite good at it, and was quite put out when, some decades later, the gavotte went out of style for good.
So providing the dance was a gavotte, and providing that he had a suitable partner (also able, for the sake of argument, both to gavotte, and to dance it on the head of a pin), the answer is a straightforward one.
Then again, you might just as well ask how many demons can dance on the head of a pin. They’re of the same original stock, after all. And at least they dance.36
And if you put it that way, the answer is, quite a lot actually, providing they abandon their physical bodies, which is a picnic for a demon. Demons aren’t bound by physics. If you take the long view, the universe is just something small and round, like those water-filled balls which produce a miniature snowstorm when you shake them.37 But if you look from really close up, the only problem about dancing on the head of a pin is all those big gaps between electrons.
For those of angel stock or demon breed, size, and shape, and composition, are simply options.
Crowley is currently traveling incredibly fast down a telephone line.
RING.
Crowley went through two telephone exchanges at a very respectable fraction of light-speed. Hastur was a little way behind him: four or five inches, but at that size it gave Crowley a very comfortable lead. One that would vanish, of course, when he came out the other end.
They were too small for sound, but demons don’t necessarily need sound to communicate. He could hear Hastur screaming behind him, “You bastard! I’ll get you. You can’t escape me!”
RING.
“Wherever you come out, I’ll come out too! You won’t get away!”
Crowley had traveled through over twenty miles of cable in less than a second.
Hastur was close behind him. Crowley was going to have to time this whole thing very, very carefully.
RING.
That was the third ring. Well, thought Crowley, here goes nothing.
He stopped, suddenly, and watched Hastur shoot past him. Hastur turned and—
RING.
Crowley shot out through the phone line, zapped through the plastic sheathing, and materialized, full-size and out of breath, in his lounge.
click.
