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Wednesday
stared
at
Shadow
with
his
mismatched
eyes
.
One
of
them
,
Shadow
decided
,
was
a
glass
eye
,
but
he
could
not
decide
which
one
.
"
I
brought
you
mead
to
drink
because
it
’
s
traditional
.
And
right
now
we
need
all
the
tradition
we
can
get
.
It
seals
our
bargain
.
"
"
We
haven
’
t
made
a
bargain
.
"
"
Sure
we
have
.
You
work
for
me
now
.
You
protect
me
.
You
transport
me
from
place
to
place
.
You
run
errands
.
In
an
emergency
,
but
only
in
an
emergency
,
you
hurt
people
who
need
to
be
hurt
.
In
the
unlikely
event
of
my
death
,
you
will
hold
my
vigil
.
And
in
return
I
shall
make
sure
that
your
needs
are
adequately
taken
care
of
.
"
"
He
’
s
hustling
you
,
"
said
Mad
Sweeney
,
rubbing
his
bristly
ginger
beard
.
"
He
’
s
a
hustler
.
"
"
Damn
straight
I
’
m
a
hustler
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
That
’
s
why
I
need
someone
to
look
out
for
my
best
interests
.
"
The
song
on
the
jukebox
ended
,
and
for
a
moment
,
the
bar
fell
quiet
,
every
conversation
at
a
lull
.
"
Someone
once
told
me
that
you
only
get
those
everybody
-
shuts
-
up
-
at
-
once
moments
at
twenty
past
or
twenty
to
the
hour
,
"
said
Shadow
.
Sweeney
pointed
to
the
clock
above
the
bar
,
held
in
the
massive
and
indifferent
jaws
of
a
stuffed
alligator
head
.
The
time
was
11
:
20
.
"
There
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Damned
if
I
know
why
that
happens
.
"
"
I
know
why
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Drink
your
mead
.
"
