6
Jay was waiting for me down in the Waymastery Station. I don’t suppose anybody else calls it that but me, but it’s what it is. Unprepossessing, for all its exalted purpose: just a tiny room in the cellar, unpainted and virtually unfurnished. There’s an ancient henge under the floor, and that’s what Jay uses to whizz us about.
He had a small shoulder bag with him, which he opened when I came in. I took a peek inside, and saw a cloth-wrapped bundle snugly nestled within.
‘Bill?’ I ventured.
‘Bill,’ Jay confirmed.
I patted the bag I carried over my own shoulders. ‘I’ve got your stuff.’ Change of clothes, life-saving magickal artefacts, the usual. Indira had dutifully packed up his personal things and left them out for me, while Jay was off securing the book. I could well imagine his ta
