"Have it your way. I'll be a king in exile, and you can be a bricklayer on strike."
So in that guise they stepped aboard, taking care to alight on the north pole to avoid the chance of an ugly fall.
"Which way, now?" asked Gud.
"South. We must obey their natural laws."
So they traveled south to the equator, passing along the seashore where the thriving cities were. As Gud walked along between the Devil and the deep blue sea he saw many things that were never intended for him to see.
"Now," said the Devil, "we have seen the northern hemisphere, and the southern one is just like it."
"I am quite interested," admitted Gud.
"Then let us step up the side of this volcano where we can both be comfortable while we close our deal."
So they climbed the volcano and the Devil found a seat on a heap of freshly crusted lava, and Gud sat down on a nearby glacier.
"First," began the Devil, "I would ask you if they had any souls?"