"Hélas, monsieur le comte!" cried Bilbette. "Return him to us healed!"
"And stop changing my language settings, you stupid machine!" added Armalvéguil from his desk.
Morrie turned away to conceal his shame.
"Forget not that my hands are the hands of a healer, and that Microsofte cannot avail against me," said Monte Fato.
"I am ready, monsieur," said Morrie. "Adieu, Armalvéguil! Adieu, Bilbette!"
"You will see him return laughing and joyous," said Monte Fato.
Meurtrier lanced towards the Count a look disdainful, almost irritated, as he was led away by the Count to his pterodactyl. After the two had left, Bilbette and Armalvéguil marvelled, saying, "It is a god that leaves us, returning to heaven after having done good to us on earth!" De Brie later commented cynically that this god was more in the nature of a Marie Susanne, an irritating authorial self-insertion worthy of the serials in the feuilletons. The Roi des sorciers wrote an indignant letter to the newspapers in response.
