"There is an incantation, a prayer said, and a rosary dropped in the water. No dance, though. Living at a convent teaches you many things."
He smiled, and stuck his hands in his pocket. They were nearly to the station.
"Once, a fellow ward told a story of demons that scared me so badly, I made one of the sisters make and bottle a small amount of Holy Water that I could slip under my pillow before I would go to sleep."