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"
Wednesday
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Is
he
really
dead
?
This
isn
’
t
some
kind
of
trick
is
it
?
"
He
realized
that
he
had
been
holding
on
to
some
kind
of
hope
,
foolish
though
it
was
.
But
the
expression
on
Nancy
’
s
face
told
him
all
he
needed
to
know
,
and
the
hope
was
gone
.
Coming
to
America
14
,
000
B
.
C
.
Cold
it
was
,
and
dark
,
when
the
vision
came
to
her
,
for
in
the
far
north
daylight
was
a
gray
dim
time
in
the
middle
of
the
day
that
came
,
and
went
,
and
came
again
:
an
interlude
between
darknesses
.
They
were
not
a
large
tribe
as
these
things
were
counted
then
:
nomads
of
the
Northern
Plains
.
They
had
a
god
,
who
was
the
skull
of
a
mammoth
,
and
the
hide
of
a
mammoth
fashioned
into
a
rough
cloak
.
Nunyunnini
they
called
him
.
When
they
were
not
traveling
,
he
rested
on
a
wooden
frame
,
at
man
height
.
She
was
the
holy
woman
of
the
tribe
,
the
keeper
of
its
secrets
,
and
her
name
was
Atsula
,
the
fox
.
Atsula
walked
before
the
two
tribesmen
who
carried
their
god
on
long
poles
,
draped
with
bearskins
,
that
it
should
not
be
seen
by
profane
eyes
,
nor
at
times
when
it
was
not
holy
.
They
roamed
the
tundra
,
with
their
tents
.
The
finest
of
the
tents
was
made
of
caribou
-
hide
,
and
it
was
the
holy
tent
,
and
there
were
four
of
them
inside
it
:
Atsula
,
the
priestess
,
Gugwei
,
the
tribal
elder
,
Yanu
,
the
war
leader
,
and
Kalanu
,
the
scout
.
She
called
them
there
,
the
day
after
she
had
her
vision
.
Atsula
scraped
some
lichen
into
the
fire
,
then
she
threw
in
dried
leaves
with
her
withered
left
hand
:
they
smoked
,
with
an
eye
-
stinging
gray
smoke
,
and
gave
off
an
odor
that
was
sharp
and
strange
.
Then
she
took
a
wooden
cup
from
the
wooden
platform
,
and
she
passed
it
to
Gugwei
.
The
cup
was
half
-
filled
with
a
dark
yellow
liquid
.
