And Jesus asked him, “What is thy name?” And he answered, saying, “My name is Legion: for we are many.” Mark 5:8-5:9 202 The night echoed with the howls of the damned. Tom turned around and faced the cellar’s front wall. Outside approached a sound like a cavalry charging in on horses. “What the hell is that?” Father Xavier said, “The legion is inside the fort.” Creatures shrieked and scratched the outside walls. “Christ!” Pendleton bolted out of the room. “Quick, Father, upstairs!” Tom grabbed one of the torches and hurried back through the maze of pelts and up the staircase to the second floor. The ballroom was pitch black, except for a fire burning in the hearth. Tom and Father Xavier ran into the foyer, where frosty air was blowing through the open front door. A wall of fog pressed against the doorway. Beyond howled the windigos. Tom shut the door, brought down the bar to barricade it. Snow blew in through a wide crack in the center of the door. “That will never hold,”
