Harold narrowed his eyes. “I meant help in a more practical manner. If all three of us were unscrewing the pates it would save a lot of time.”
“There are fifty four golems in this room You want each of us to remove the pates of eighteen of them, do you?”
“That seems a fair division of labour.”
“Right then.” Jasfoup fished a third screwdriver out of his pocket and snapped his fingers.
With a skrit of twisted reality Devious dropped out of an imp tunnel onto the floor. “Yes sir?”
Unscrew the panels of eighteen of these golems, and remove the spirit cage from each of them, would you?”
“Just eighteen of them?”
“If you wouldn't mind.”
Harold scowled. “That's hardly fai, getting Devious to do the job for you.”
“What does it matter? You wanted to do eighteen fewer yourself, didn't you? Job done, or will be, shortly. Look, he's done two while you've moaned about it.”
“That's not the point.”
Dill shook his head, chuckling.
Harold turned on him. “What's so funny?”
“The only reason you're cross is that you didn't think of it.”
Harold looked at the two of them, sighed and gave up. “You're right, I didn't.” He began unscrewing the first of his golems. “I just want to get the job done as quickly as possible. I should have thought of using the imps myself.”
“But you didn't.” Jasfoup snapped his fingers again, summoning Delirious and John. “Give them your screwdrivers and let's get on with decommissioning the spirits locked inside. Dill? You scratch off the animus laqueus sigil and Harold can dismiss the spirit. I'll check them against my register of missing, presumed saved.”