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Shadow
got
to
his
feet
and
looked
up
into
Mad
Sweeney
’
s
face
:
how
tall
was
the
man
?
he
wondered
.
"
You
’
re
bothering
us
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
’
re
drunk
.
I
think
you
ought
to
leave
now
.
"
A
slow
smile
spread
over
Sweeney
’
s
face
.
"
There
,
now
,
"
he
said
.
He
swung
a
huge
fist
at
Shadow
.
Shadow
jerked
back
:
Sweeney
’
s
hand
caught
him
beneath
the
right
eye
.
He
saw
blotches
of
light
,
and
felt
pain
.
And
with
that
,
the
fight
began
.
Sweeney
fought
without
style
,
without
science
,
with
nothing
but
enthusiasm
for
the
fight
itself
:
huge
,
barreling
roundhouse
blows
that
missed
as
often
as
they
connected
.
Shadow
fought
defensively
,
carefully
,
blocking
Sweeney
’
s
blows
or
avoiding
them
.
He
became
very
aware
of
the
audience
around
them
.
Tables
were
pulled
out
of
the
way
with
protesting
groans
,
making
a
space
for
the
men
to
spar
.
Shadow
was
aware
at
all
times
of
Wednesday
’
s
eyes
upon
him
,
of
Wednesday
’
s
humorless
grin
.
It
was
a
test
,
that
was
obvious
,
but
what
kind
of
a
test
?
In
prison
Shadow
had
learned
there
were
two
kinds
of
fights
:
don
’
t
f
*
*
k
with
me
fights
,
where
you
made
it
as
showy
and
impressive
as
you
could
,
and
private
fights
,
real
fights
,
which
were
fast
and
hard
and
nasty
,
and
always
over
in
seconds
.
"
Hey
,
Sweeney
,
"
said
Shadow
,
breathless
,
"
why
are
we
fighting
?
"
"
For
the
joy
of
it
,
"
said
Sweeney
,
sober
now
,
or
at
least
,
no
longer
visibly
drunk
.
"
For
the
sheer
unholy
fucken
delight
of
it
.
Can
’
t
you
feel
the
joy
in
your
own
veins
,
rising
like
the
sap
in
the
springtime
?
"
His
lip
was
bleeding
.
So
was
Shadow
’
s
knuckle
.
"
So
how
’
d
you
do
the
coin
production
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
He
swayed
back
and
twisted
,
took
a
blow
on
his
shoulder
intended
for
his
face
.
