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Wednesday
said
,
"
Mead
for
you
,
Shadow
.
I
’
ll
stick
with
Mister
Jack
Daniel
’
s
,
and
for
the
freeloading
Irishman
.
.
.
?
"
"
A
bottled
beer
,
something
dark
for
preference
,
"
said
Sweeney
.
"
Freeloader
,
is
it
?
"
He
picked
up
what
was
left
of
his
drink
,
and
raised
it
to
Wednesday
in
a
toast
.
"
May
the
storm
pass
over
us
,
and
leave
us
hale
and
unharmed
,
"
he
said
,
and
knocked
the
drink
back
.
"
A
fine
toast
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
But
it
won
’
t
.
"
Another
mead
was
placed
in
front
of
Shadow
.
"
Do
I
have
to
drink
this
?
"
"
I
’
m
afraid
you
do
.
It
seals
our
deal
.
Third
time
’
s
the
charm
,
eh
?
"
"
Shit
,
"
said
Shadow
.
He
swallowed
the
mead
in
two
large
gulps
.
The
pickled
-
honey
taste
filled
his
mouth
.
"
There
,
"
said
Mr
.
Wednesday
.
"
You
’
re
my
man
,
now
.
"
"
So
,
"
said
Sweeney
,
"
you
want
to
know
the
trick
of
how
it
’
s
done
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Were
you
loading
them
in
your
sleeve
?
"
