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“I want Napoleonder,” says Satan.

“Napoleonder!” cries the Lord God. “Who’s he? Where did he come from?”

“He’s a certain little man,” Satan says, “who may not be wise enough to hurt, but he’s terribly fierce in his habits.”

The Lord God says to the archangel Gabriel: “Look in the Book of Life, Gabriel, and see if we’ve got Napoleonder written down.”

The archangel looked and looked, but he couldn’t look up any such person.

“There isn’t any kind of Napoleonder in the Book,” he says. “Satan is a liar. We haven’t got Napoleonder written down anywhere.”

Then Satan replies: “It isn’t strange that you can’t find Napoleonder in the Book of Life, because you write in that Book only the names of those who were born of human fathers and mothers, and who have navels. Napoleonder never had a father or a mother, and, moreover, he hasn’t any navel–and that’s so surprising that you might exhibit him for money.”

The Lord God was greatly astonished. “How did your Napoleonder ever get into the world?” he says.

“In this way,” Satan replies. “I made him, as a doll, just for amusement, out of sand. At that very time, you, Lord, happened to be washing your holy face; and, not being careful, you let a few drops of the water of life splash over. They fell from heaven right exactly on Napoleonder’s head, and he immediately took breath and became a man. He is living now, not very near nor very far away, on the island of Buan, in the middle of the ocean-sea. There is a little less than a verst of land in the island, and Napoleonder lives there and watches geese. Night and day he looks after the geese, without eating, or drinking, or sleeping, or smoking; and his only thought is–how to conquer the whole world.”

The Lord God thought and thought, and then he ordered: “Bring him to me.”

Satan at once brought Napoleonder into the bright heaven. The Lord God looked at him, and saw that he was a military man with shining buttons.

“I have heard, Napoleonder,” says the Lord God, “that you want to conquer the whole world.”

“Exactly so,” replies Napoleonder; “that’s what I want very much to do.”

“And have you thought,” says the Lord God, “that when you go forth to conquer you will crush many peoples and shed rivers of blood?”

“That’s all the same to me,” says Napoleonder; “the important thing for me is–how can I subdue the whole world.”

“And will you not feel pity for the killed, the wounded, the burned, the ruined, and the dead?”

“Not in the least,” says Napoleonder. “Why should I feel pity? I don’t like pity. So far as I can remember, I was never sorry for anybody or anything in my life, and I never shall be.”

Then the Lord God turns to the angels and says: “Messrs. Angels, this seems to be the very fellow for our business.” Then to Napoleonder he says: “Satan was perfectly right. You are worthy to be the instrument of my wrath, because a pitiless conqueror is worse than earthquake, famine, or deluge. Go back to the earth, Napoleonder; I turn over to you the whole world, and through you the whole world shall be punished.”

Napoleonder says: “Give me armies and luck, and I’ll do my best.”

Then the Lord God says: “Armies you shall have, and luck you shall have; and so long as you are merciless you shall never be defeated in battle; but remember that the moment you begin to feel sorry for the shedding of blood–of your own people or of others–that moment your power will end. From that moment your enemies will defeat you, and you shall finally be made a prisoner, be put into chains, and be sent back to Buan Island to watch geese. Do you understand?”

“Exactly so,” says Napoleonder. “I understand, and I will obey. I shall never feel pity.”

Then the angels and the archangels began to say to God: “Lord, why have you laid upon him such a frightful command? If he goes forth so, without mercy, he will kill every living soul on earth–he will leave none for seed!”