Yama smiled. “There will be another day, oh Buddha,” he stated. “I can wait for it. Flee now as far and as fast as you can. The world is not large enough to hide you from my wrath. I will follow you, and I will teach you of the enlightenment that is pure hellfire.”
“In the meantime,” said Sam, “I suggest you solicit aid of my followers or learn the difficult art of mud-breathing.”
He picked his way across the field, Yama’s eyes burning into his back.
When he reached the trail, he turned. “And you may want to mention in Heaven,” he said, “that I was called out of town on a business deal.”
Yama did not reply.
“I think I am going to make a deal for some weapons,” he finished, “some rather special weapons. So when you come after me, bring your girl friend along. If she likes what she sees, she may persuade you to switch sides.”
Then he struck the trail and moved away through the night, whistling, beneath a moon that was white and a moon that was golden.