Good Omens(17)

Aziraphale opened his mouth. Crowley just knew he was going to make some point about the relative hardness of birds' beaks and granite mountains, and plunged on quickly.

“.. then you still won't have finished watching The Sound of Music.”

Aziraphale froze.

“And you'll enjoy it,” Crowley said relentlessly. “You really will.”

“My dear boy.. ”

“You won't have a choice.”

“Listen”

“Heaven has no taste.”

“Now.. ”

“And not one single sushi restaurant.”

A look of pain crossed the angel's suddenly very serious face.

“I can't cope with this while 'm drunk,” he said. “I'm going to sober up.”

“Me too.”

They both winced as the alcohol left their bloodstreams, and sat up a bit more neatly. Aziraphale straightened his tie.

“I can't interfere with divine plans,” he croaked.

Crowley looked speculatively into his glass, and then filled it again. “What about diabolical ones?” he said.

“Pardon?”

“Well, it's got to be a diabolical plan, hasn't it? We're doing it. My side.”

“Ah, but it's all part of the overall divine plan,” said Aziraphale. “Your side can't do anything without it being part of the ineffable divine plan,” he added, with a trace of smugness.

“You wish!”

“No, that's the.. ” Aziraphale snapped his finger irritably. “The thing. What d'you call it in your colorful idiom? The line at the bottom.”

“The bottom line.”

“Yes. It's that.”

“Well ... if you're sure ...” said Crowley.

“No doubt about it.”

Crowley looked up slyly.

“Then you can't be certain, correct me if I'm wrong, you can't be certain that thwarting it isn't part of the divine plan too. I mean, you're supposed to thwart the wiles of the Evil One at every turn, aren't you?”

Aziraphale hesitated.

“There is that, yes.”

“You see a wile, you thwart. Am I right?”

“Broadly, broadly. Actually I encourage humans to do the actual thwarting. Because of ineffability, you understand.”

“Right. Right. So all you've got to do is thwart. Because if I know anything,” said Crowley urgently, “it's that the birth is just the start. It's the upbringing that's important. It's the Influences. Otherwise the child will never learn to use its powers.” He hesitated. “At least, not necessarily as intended.”

“Certainly our side won't mind me thwarting you,” said Aziraphale thoughtfully. “They won't mind that at all.”

“Right. It'd be a real feather in your wing.” Crowley gave the angel an encouraging smile.

“What will happen to the child if it doesn't get a Satanic upbringing, though?” said Aziraphale.

“Probably nothing. It'll never know.”

“But genetics.. ”

“Don't tell me from genetics. What've they got to do with it?” said Crowley. “Look at Satan. Created as an angel, grows up to be the Great Adversary. Hey, if you're going to go on about genetics, you might as well say the kid will grow up to be an angel. After all, his father was really big in Heaven in the old days. Saying he'll grow up to be a demon just because his dad became one is like saying a mouse with its tail cut off will give birth to tailless mice. No. Upbringing is everything. Take it from me.”

“And without unopposed Satanic influences.. ”

“Well, at worst Hell will have to start all over again. And the Earth gets at least another eleven years. That's got to be worth something, hasn't it?”

Now Aziraphale was looking thoughtful again.

“You're saying the child isn't evil of itself?” he said slowly.

“Potentially evil. Potentially good, too, I suppose. Just this huge powerful potentiality, waiting to be shaped,” said Crowley. He shrugged. “Anyway, why're we talking about this good and evil? They're just names for sides. We know that.”

“I suppose it's got to be worth a try,” said the angel. Crowley nodded encouragingly.

“Agreed?” said the demon, holding out his hand.

The angel shook it, cautiously.

“It'll certainly be more interesting than saints,” he said.

“And it'll be for the child's own good, in the long run,” said Crowley. “We'll be godfathers, sort of. Overseeing his religious upbringing, you might say.”

Aziraphale beamed.

“You know, I'd never have thought of that,” he said. “Godfathers. Well, I'll be damned.”

“It's not too bad,” said Crowley, “when you get used to it.”

* * *

She was known as Scarlett. At that time she was selling arms, although it was beginning to lose its savor. She never stuck at one job for very long. Three, four hundred years at the outside. You didn't want to get in a rut.