break it. But we have killed many things which were not armed. All right, spell breaker, retract.
“Gran Maestro,” he said. “You are still Gran Maestro and fornicate the Condottieri.”
“They were fornicated many years ago, Supreme Commander.”
“Exactly,” the Colonel said.
But the spell was broken.
“I’ll see you at dinner,” the Colonel said. “What is there?”
“We will have anything you wish, and what we do not have I will send out for.”
“Do you have any fresh asparagus?”
“You know we cannot have it in these months. It comes in April and from Bassano.”
“Then I’ll just urinate the usual odor,” the Colonel said. “You think of something and I’ll eat it.”
“How many will you be?” the Maitre d’Hotel asked.
“We’ll be two,” the Colonel said. “What time do you close the bistro?”
“We will serve dinner as late as you wish to eat, my Colonel.”
“I’ll try to be in at a sound hour,” the Colonel said. “Good-bye, Gran Maestro,” he said and smiled, and gave the Gran Maestro his crooked hand.
“Good-bye, Supreme Commander,” said the Gran Maestro and the spell was existent again and almost complete.
But it was not quite complete and the Colonel knew it
