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her taking umbrage.  “Brage!“ she swore.
    “You don't exactly have much sex appeal yourself, cushion-face!  “
    The pillow exploded.  The mouth flew up and hovered before Mela's nose, while feathers swirled around it.  “I have all the sex appeal I want, seaweed-hair!  “it exclaimed.
    Mela realized belatedly that magic was operating here.
    “You are not what you seem,” she charged with a certain justice.
    The feathers closed in around the mouth, forming the shape of a head.  “I am whatever I choose to be, manrear.”
    That was a low blow.  No one had ever before mistaken Mela's posterior for male.  “And what kind of rear do you have, pillow-cheeks?” she demanded.
    The feathers shaped themselves into a human outline and faded into flesh tone.  Now a voluptuous woman stood there.  “This kind of rear, gills-for-brains!  “ she said, turning to show a set of buttocks almost as generous as Mela's own.
    “You're a demoness!“ Mela said, catching on.  However, the creature moved away so that Mela could not keep her catch.
    “The Demoness Metria, of course.  And who in conniption are you?”
    “I am Melantha Merwoman.”
    “What are you doing out of your ingredient?”
    “My what?”
    “Your component, aspect, fragment, division, portion, segment-”
    “Oh, you mean my element!  The sea.”
    “Whatever.  Why are you here on land?”
    “I am in quest of a husband.  I can't find what I want in the sea.”
    Metria gazed at her appraisingly.  “Considering what men are interested in, it seems that you should be able to nab one.  What kind are you looking for?”
    “A prince would do, if he's handsome and manageable. I caught one once, but he was too young and I had to throw him back.”
    “Oh?  Which one was that?”
    “Prince Dolph of the human folk.  He was nine years old, but would have grown in time.”
    “Prince Dolph!  I know him.  He's seventeen now, and married.”
    “I know,” Mela said sadly.  “I heard she wasn't even a princess.”
    “She is now.  And a mother, too.  The stork brought them twin girls, Dawn and Eve.”
    “Oh, those should have been my girls!” Mela cried.  “I should never have let him get away.”
    “Well, you're mortal.  You make mistakes.”
    “So now I am going to see the Good Magician to find out how to nab some other prince,” Mela concluded.  “I'm sorry if I intruded on your domain. I thought it was available.”
    “Oh, go ahead and use it,” Metria said.  “I took it from Esk Ogre some years back, and the truth is, things were more interesting when he was around.
    “Things always are, when a male's around.”
    “How true!  But now he's gone and married a brassie girl from the gourd named Bria, and they have a son named Brusque.”
    “Everybody's getting married!” Mela said petulantly.
    “But the son of an ogre and a brassie-does he have a talent?“
    “Yes.  He can make himself or other things hard and heavy, or light and soft.  That should be handy, when he is grown.”
    Mela nodded knowingly.  “Surely so.  But it doesn't solve MY problem.  I need a prince.”
    “Why not a regular man?” the demoness asked.  “There are more of them.”
    “Well, after almost nabbing a prince, I fear it would feel like backsliding to settle for an ordinary man.”
    “I suppose so.  My friend Dana Demoness married a king.  Now she won't settle for anything less.”
    “Oh?  What king?”
    “King Humfrey.”
    “I didn't know there was a King Humfrey!  Is he any relation to the Good Magician Humfrey?”
    “The same.”
    “But Humfrey's no king!  He's the Magician of Information.”
    “He's no king now.  But he was then.  She got bored and left him, but after a century or so she got bored being single, so she returned to him, and is married to him today.”
    “But I thought he was married to the Gorgon.”
    “He is.  It gets complicated to explain.”
    “It must!“ But Mela was too tired at the moment for