The door opened before him. “Come and see,” said the guide. He entered and saw a man holding a jar of water over a wide basin. The man looked up and said, “The jar is empty. Go into the next room.” Before he had a chance to ask the man about a time when the jar was full of water, he found himself in another room. He did not remember passing any threshold. The dingy, dark room was flooded with salty water up to his ankles. A hideous monster shaped almost like a round cage, with twisted bars of pale flesh, dominated the room. Its long limbs were filled with eyes and he could almost make out a head near the ceiling. The guide prompted him and he tore his eyes away from the beast. He saw men sitting in the corners and along the walls, hunched up with little room to sit because of the size of the beast. In one corner he saw a man of Haven sitting in the water with his face in a book. In a nearby corner sat four men of Pontius. Each held a gun to one another’s head. “The four gangs,”
