"I think that would be a fairly safe assumption to make," Skulduggery agreed, referring to the cause of the sore throat. "Holy water, eh?" He slowly unwrapped the rosary from around his wrist, and then glanced up around the cave walls. With Gabe right there, Skulduggery was fairly certain they wouldn't need a priest, which left only a container.

They probably left the sack behind somewhere in the city below, but that was hardly an issue. Skulduggery took off his hat - taking a moment to marvel at how he still had it, even after all of the crashing, although Gabe might have had something to do with it - held it upside down, and condensed the moisture above the wide brim with a quick curling of his fingers. Within moments, the hat was full of water, perfectly still until Skulduggery dropped his hand; then the reflection broke and the surface began naturally rippling again.

"Will this work?" he asked, offering the hat along with the rosary.