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"
You
are
in
Uppsala
,
in
Sweden
,
"
said
the
man
,
in
a
familiar
,
gravelly
voice
.
"
About
a
thousand
years
ago
.
"
"
Wednesday
?
"
said
Shadow
.
The
man
who
might
have
been
Wednesday
continued
to
talk
,
as
if
Shadow
was
not
there
.
"
First
every
year
,
then
,
later
,
when
the
rot
set
in
,
and
they
became
lax
,
every
nine
years
,
they
would
sacrifice
here
.
A
sacrifice
of
nines
.
Each
day
,
for
nine
days
,
they
would
hang
nine
animals
from
trees
in
the
grove
.
One
of
those
animals
was
always
a
man
.
"
He
strode
away
from
the
firelight
,
toward
the
trees
,
and
Shadow
followed
him
.
As
he
approached
the
trees
the
shapes
that
hung
from
them
resolved
:
legs
and
eyes
and
tongues
and
heads
.
Shadow
shook
his
head
:
there
was
something
about
seeing
a
bull
hanging
by
its
neck
from
a
tree
that
was
darkly
sad
,
and
at
the
same
time
surreal
enough
almost
to
be
funny
.
Shadow
passed
a
hanging
stag
,
a
wolfhound
,
a
brown
bear
,
and
a
chestnut
horse
with
a
white
mane
,
little
bigger
than
a
pony
.
The
dog
was
still
alive
:
every
few
seconds
it
would
kick
spasmodically
,
and
it
was
making
a
strained
whimpering
noise
,
as
it
dangled
from
the
rope
.
The
man
he
was
following
took
his
long
stick
,
which
Shadow
realized
now
,
as
it
moved
,
was
actually
a
spear
,
and
he
slashed
at
the
dog
’
s
stomach
with
it
,
in
one
knife
-
like
cut
downward
.
Steaming
entrails
tumbled
onto
the
snow
.
"
I
dedicate
this
death
to
Odin
,
"
said
the
man
,
formally
.
"
It
is
only
a
gesture
,
"
he
said
,
turning
back
to
Shadow
.
"
But
gestures
mean
everything
.
The
death
of
one
dog
symbolizes
the
death
of
all
dogs
.
Nine
men
they
gave
to
me
,
but
they
stood
for
all
the
men
,
all
the
blood
,
all
the
power
.
It
just
wasn
’
t
enough
.
One
day
,
the
blood
stopped
flowing
.
Belief
without
blood
only
takes
us
so
far
.
The
blood
must
flow
.
"
"
I
saw
you
die
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
In
the
god
business
,
"
said
the
figure
—
and
now
Shadow
was
certain
it
was
Wednesday
,
nobody
else
had
that
rasp
,
that
deep
cynical
joy
in
words
,
"
it
’
s
not
the
death
that
matters
.
It
’
s
the
opportunity
for
resurrection
.
And
when
the
blood
flows
…
"
He
gestured
at
the
animals
,
at
the
people
,
hanging
from
the
trees
.
Shadow
could
not
decide
whether
the
dead
humans
they
walked
past
were
more
or
less
horrifying
than
the
animals
:
at
least
the
humans
had
known
the
fate
they
were
going
to
.
