XI | Exorcism
By the time they’d been shown the other gateway back to Styx Flumen (which lie well-hidden in its grotto just a little downriver) and backtracked to land at the ramshackle dock near the rude farm in the rude village where the cage stood, having left Jamais’ boat tied off just around the bend, Jamais had debriefed them on the plan and they’d all donned their disguises: Jamais as the exorcist in Dravidian’s black cloak, Shekalane as the p********e in a midriff–baring Samhain Eve costume from Jamais’ inventory (one shoulder of which had already been damaged by Milkweed’s little claws in the creature’s desperation not to be separated again), and Dravidian, bound with his own shackles, as the possessed, afflicted man with his oil slick–colored poncho and green-gray, dead-blue ski
