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He
was
not
afraid
.
Not
any
more
.
Fear
had
died
on
the
tree
,
as
Shadow
had
died
.
There
was
no
fear
left
,
no
hatred
,
no
pain
.
Nothing
left
but
essence
.
Something
big
splashed
,
quietly
,
in
the
distance
,
and
the
splash
echoed
into
the
vastness
.
He
squinted
,
but
could
see
nothing
.
It
was
too
dark
.
And
then
,
from
the
direction
of
the
splashes
,
a
ghost
-
light
glimmered
and
the
world
took
form
:
he
was
in
a
cavern
,
and
in
front
of
him
,
mirror
-
smooth
,
was
water
.
The
splashing
noises
came
closer
and
the
light
became
brighter
,
and
Shadow
waited
on
the
shore
.
Soon
enough
a
low
,
flat
boat
came
into
sight
,
a
flickering
white
lantern
burning
at
its
raised
prow
,
another
reflected
in
the
glassy
black
water
several
feet
below
it
.
The
boat
was
being
poled
by
a
tall
figure
,
and
the
splashing
noise
Shadow
had
heard
was
the
sound
of
the
pole
being
lifted
and
moved
as
it
pushed
the
craft
across
the
waters
of
the
underground
lake
.
"
Hello
there
!
"
called
Shadow
.
Echoes
of
his
words
suddenly
surrounded
him
:
he
could
imagine
that
a
whole
chorus
of
people
were
welcoming
him
,
and
calling
to
him
,
and
each
of
them
had
his
voice
.
The
person
poling
the
boat
made
no
reply
.
The
boat
’
s
pilot
was
tall
,
and
very
thin
.
He
—
if
it
was
a
he
—
wore
an
unadorned
white
robe
,
and
the
pale
head
that
topped
it
was
so
utterly
inhuman
that
Shadow
was
certain
that
it
had
to
be
a
mask
of
some
sort
:
it
was
a
bird
’
s
head
,
small
on
a
long
neck
,
its
beak
long
and
high
.
Shadow
was
certain
he
had
seen
it
before
,
this
ghostly
,
bird
-
like
figure
.
He
grasped
at
the
memory
and
then
,
disappointed
,
realized
that
he
was
picturing
the
clockwork
penny
-
in
-
the
-
slot
machine
in
the
House
on
the
Rock
,
and
the
pale
,
bird
-
like
,
half
-
glimpsed
figure
that
glided
out
from
behind
the
crypt
for
the
drunkard
’
s
soul
.
Water
dripped
and
echoed
from
the
pole
and
the
prow
,
and
the
ship
’
s
wake
rippled
the
glassy
waters
.
The
boat
was
made
of
reeds
,
bound
and
tied
.
The
boat
came
close
to
the
shore
.
The
pilot
leaned
on
its
pole
.
Its
head
turned
slowly
,
until
it
was
facing
Shadow
.
"
Hello
,
"
it
said
,
without
moving
its
long
beak
.
The
voice
was
male
,
and
,
like
everything
else
in
Shadow
’
s
afterlife
so
far
,
familiar
.
"
Come
on
board
.
You
’
ll
get
your
feet
wet
,
I
’
m
afraid
,
but
there
’
s
not
a
thing
can
be
done
about
that
.
These
are
old
boats
,
and
if
I
come
in
closer
I
could
rip
out
the
bottom
.
"
