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Shadow
closed
his
mouth
and
swallowed
,
hard
.
There
was
a
wooden
hall
on
a
hill
,
a
mile
or
so
from
them
.
They
were
trotting
toward
the
hall
,
their
mounts
’
hooves
and
feet
padding
noiselessly
on
the
dry
sand
at
the
sea
’
s
edge
.
Czernobog
trotted
up
on
his
centaur
.
He
tapped
the
human
arm
of
his
mount
.
"
None
of
this
is
truly
happening
,
"
he
said
to
Shadow
.
He
sounded
miserable
.
"
Is
all
in
your
head
.
Best
not
to
think
of
it
.
"
Shadow
saw
a
gray
-
haired
old
east
-
European
immigrant
,
with
a
shabby
raincoat
and
one
iron
-
colored
tooth
,
true
.
But
he
also
saw
a
squat
black
thing
,
darker
than
the
darkness
that
surrounded
them
,
its
eyes
two
burning
coals
;
and
he
saw
a
prince
,
with
long
flowing
black
hair
,
and
long
black
moustaches
,
blood
on
his
hands
and
his
face
,
riding
,
naked
but
for
a
bearskin
over
his
shoulder
,
on
a
creature
half
-
man
,
half
-
beast
,
its
face
and
torso
blue
-
tattooed
with
swirls
and
spirals
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
What
are
you
?
"
Their
mounts
padded
along
the
shore
.
Waves
broke
and
crashed
implacably
on
the
night
beach
.
Wednesday
guided
his
wolf
—
now
a
huge
and
charcoal
-
gray
beast
with
green
eyes
—
over
to
Shadow
.
Shadow
’
s
mount
caracoled
away
from
it
,
and
Shadow
stroked
its
neck
and
told
it
not
to
be
afraid
.
Its
tiger
tail
swished
,
aggressively
.
It
occurred
to
Shadow
that
there
was
another
wolf
,
a
twin
to
the
one
that
Wednesday
was
riding
,
keeping
pace
with
them
in
the
sand
dunes
,
just
a
moment
out
of
sight
.
"
Do
you
know
me
,
Shadow
?
"
said
Wednesday
.
He
rode
his
wolf
with
his
head
high
.
His
right
eye
glittered
and
flashed
,
his
left
eye
was
dull
.
He
wore
a
cloak
,
with
a
deep
,
monk
-
like
cowl
,
and
his
face
stared
out
at
them
from
the
shadows
.
"
I
told
you
I
would
tell
you
my
names
.
This
is
what
they
call
me
.
I
am
called
Glad
-
of
-
War
,
Grim
,
Raider
,
and
Third
.
I
am
One
-
eyed
.
I
am
called
Highest
,
and
True
-
Guesser
.
I
am
Grimnir
,
and
I
am
the
Hooded
One
.
I
am
All
-
Father
,
and
I
am
Gondlir
Wand
-
bearer
.
I
have
as
many
names
as
there
are
winds
,
as
many
titles
as
there
are
ways
to
die
.
My
ravens
are
Huginn
and
Muninn
:
Thought
and
Memory
;
my
wolves
are
Freki
and
Geri
;
my
horse
is
the
gallows
.
"
Two
ghostly
-
gray
ravens
,
like
transparent
skins
of
birds
,
landed
on
Wednesday
’
s
shoulders
,
pushed
their
beaks
into
the
side
of
Wednesday
’
s
head
as
if
tasting
his
mind
,
and
flapped
out
into
the
world
once
more
.
What
should
I
believe
?
thought
Shadow
,
and
the
voice
came
back
to
him
from
somewhere
deep
beneath
the
world
,
in
a
bass
rumble
:
Believe
everything
.
