It wasn’t easy because the zombified ladies wouldn’t move under their own steam; he had to gently push them forward to get them to shuffle along on their bare feet. If he pushed too hard or fast, they would slip on the wet ground and stumble and fall, but if he was too slow in leading them away from the magnetic pull of the cave, the Beast would surely catch them. Judy Lynn Bowen was faring a little better with her charge, as she could use both her hands to marshal the chunky gray-haired woman over the wet ground and around brushy obstacles. The rain had stopped and the trees were scarcely visible in the night’s gathering mists. Lines of William Blake’s poetry ran through Asa’s mind as he shepherded the naked women blindly through the dark. … they buried her in a silent cave. Urizen dropped a tear; the Eternal Man Darken’d with sorrow. He wasn’t exactly sure what the words meant; he wasn’t even sure who or what Urizen was, but from his repeated readings of Blake he was pretty sure that Urizen was a misguided demonic god or a demigod responsible for the fall of the material world and giving form to the likes of the Beast.
