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"
Here
,
"
she
said
.
"
Here
will
be
our
voudon
.
"
She
dropped
the
unresisting
snake
into
a
basket
that
yellow
Marie
was
carrying
.
And
then
,
in
the
moonlight
,
the
second
sight
possessed
her
for
a
final
time
,
and
she
saw
her
brother
Agasu
,
not
the
twelve
-
year
-
old
boy
she
had
last
seen
in
the
Bridgetown
market
so
long
ago
,
but
a
huge
man
,
bald
and
grinning
with
broken
teeth
,
his
back
lined
with
deep
scars
.
In
one
hand
he
held
a
machete
-
knife
.
His
right
arm
was
barely
a
stump
.
She
reached
out
her
own
good
left
hand
.
"
Stay
,
stay
a
while
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
I
will
be
there
.
I
will
be
with
you
soon
.
"
And
Marie
Paris
thought
the
old
woman
was
speaking
to
her
.
America
has
invested
her
religion
as
well
as
her
morality
in
sound
income
-
paying
securities
.
She
has
adopted
the
unassailable
position
of
a
nation
blessed
because
it
deserves
to
be
blessed
;
and
her
sons
,
whatever
other
theologies
they
may
affect
or
disregard
,
subscribe
unreservedly
to
this
national
creed
.
—
AGNES
REPPLIER
,
TIMES
AND
TENDENCIES
Shadow
drove
west
,
across
Wisconsin
and
Minnesota
and
into
North
Dakota
,
where
the
snow
-
covered
hills
looked
like
huge
sleeping
buffalo
,
and
he
and
Wednesday
saw
nothing
but
nothing
and
plenty
of
it
for
mile
after
mile
.
They
went
south
,
then
,
into
South
Dakota
,
heading
for
reservation
country
.
Wednesday
had
traded
in
the
Lincoln
town
car
,
which
Shadow
had
liked
driving
,
for
a
lumbering
and
ancient
Winnebago
,
which
smelled
non
-
specifically
but
pervasively
and
unmistakably
of
male
cat
,
and
which
he
didn
’
t
enjoy
driving
at
all
.
