I sighed, not understanding why I was worried again, and we went down to my laboratory. Tuzat sat in an armchair and drank wine. The demon looked up and stared at Devlin. There was a look of astonishment on the mage's face that I had never seen before.

- You! Devlin exclaimed.

- You?! Tuzat growled, jumping up from his chair, his hand crushing the metal goblet like a piece of foil.

- Do you know each other? I wondered.

The laboratory became suddenly very small and cramped.

- We met, - the magician said, sitting down in an armchair, - will you treat me with wine?

Tuzat chuckled, sat...