“An exorcist afraid of drowning,” said Brenner. “There’s irony for you.” Caliban ignored him. “I said, it’s ironic that an exor—“ “I heard you.” “You two stop bickering or I’ll scream bloody murder and call the whole lot of them down to put me out of my misery.” “That seems excessive,” said Learned Edmund. “Does it? Does it really?” Learned Edmund fiddled with the reins in front of him and said nothing, which was the way that Slate liked it.
