XIV | Trapped
“Drive him off! Drive him off! Drive him off!”
As a ferryman, he was unimpressed. He could only stare down at them in utter contempt, his lids drooped in boredom, his expression sardonic, and a smile crept across his face as a little of the old arrogance awoke, reminding him of days when he and his brothers strode like gruesome princes through crowds much like this one, their masks slashed ceremoniously with gouts of fresh blood, their black cloaks billowing like storm clouds about their bodies, their necks hung adorned with wreaths of golden flowers, and always their bearing proud and terrible as they marched past hateful onlookers in celebration of All Servants’ Day. In those days the protests of the crowds had shook buildings.
Still, it was a reminder, and it was buildi
