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"
What
was
that
about
the
vigil
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
The
two
old
men
said
nothing
.
Shadow
glanced
to
his
right
.
Mr
.
Nancy
was
staring
out
of
the
window
.
"
Well
?
He
was
talking
about
a
vigil
.
You
heard
him
.
"
Czernobog
spoke
up
from
the
back
seat
.
"
You
will
not
have
to
do
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
Do
what
?
"
"
The
vigil
.
He
talks
too
much
.
All
the
dwarfs
talk
and
talk
and
talk
.
And
sing
.
All
the
time
,
sing
,
sing
,
sing
.
Is
nothing
to
think
of
.
Better
you
put
it
out
of
your
mind
.
"
They
drove
south
,
keeping
off
the
freeways
(
"
We
must
assume
,
"
said
Mr
.
Nancy
,
"
that
they
are
in
enemy
hands
.
Or
that
they
are
perhaps
enemy
hands
in
their
own
right
"
)
.
Driving
south
was
like
driving
forward
in
time
.
The
snows
erased
,
slowly
,
and
were
completely
gone
by
the
following
morning
when
the
bus
reached
Kentucky
.
Winter
was
already
over
in
Kentucky
,
and
spring
was
on
its
way
.
Shadow
began
to
wonder
if
there
were
some
kind
of
equation
to
explain
it
—
perhaps
every
fifty
miles
he
drove
south
he
was
driving
a
day
into
the
future
.
He
would
have
mentioned
his
idea
to
his
passengers
,
but
Mr
.
Nancy
was
asleep
in
the
passenger
seat
in
the
front
,
while
Czernobog
snored
unceasingly
in
the
back
.
Time
seemed
a
flexible
construct
at
that
moment
,
an
illusion
he
was
imagining
as
he
drove
.
He
found
himself
becoming
painfully
aware
of
birds
and
animals
:
he
saw
the
crows
on
the
side
of
the
road
,
or
in
the
bus
’
s
path
,
picking
at
roadkill
;
flights
of
birds
wheeled
across
the
skies
in
patterns
that
almost
made
sense
;
cats
stared
at
them
from
front
lawns
and
fence
-
posts
.
