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Shadow
knocked
the
rest
of
the
mead
back
in
one
long
gulp
.
"
It
might
be
better
over
ice
,
"
he
said
.
"
Or
it
might
not
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
It
’
s
terrible
stuff
.
"
"
That
it
is
,
"
agreed
Mad
Sweeney
.
"
You
’
ll
excuse
me
for
a
moment
,
gentlemen
,
but
I
find
myself
in
deep
and
urgent
need
of
a
lengthy
piss
.
"
He
stood
up
and
walked
away
,
an
impossibly
tall
man
.
He
had
to
be
almost
seven
feet
tall
,
decided
Shadow
.
A
waitress
wiped
a
cloth
across
the
table
and
took
their
empty
plates
.
Wednesday
told
her
to
bring
the
same
again
for
everyone
,
although
this
time
Shadow
’
s
mead
was
to
be
on
the
rocks
.
"
Anyway
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
"
that
’
s
what
I
need
of
you
.
"
"
Would
you
like
to
know
what
I
want
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
Nothing
could
make
me
happier
.
"
The
waitress
brought
the
drink
.
Shadow
sipped
his
mead
on
the
rocks
.
The
ice
did
not
help
-
if
anything
it
sharpened
the
sourness
,
and
made
the
taste
linger
in
the
mouth
after
the
mead
was
swallowed
.
However
,
Shadow
consoled
himself
,
it
did
not
taste
particularly
alcoholic
.
He
was
not
ready
to
be
drunk
.
Not
yet
.
He
took
a
deep
breath
.
