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Shadow
took
off
the
shoes
he
had
not
been
aware
he
was
wearing
,
and
stepped
out
into
the
water
.
It
came
halfway
up
his
calves
,
and
was
,
after
the
initial
shock
of
wetness
,
surprisingly
warm
.
He
reached
the
boat
,
and
the
pilot
put
down
a
hand
,
and
pulled
him
aboard
.
The
reed
boat
rocked
a
little
,
and
water
splashed
over
the
low
sides
of
it
,
and
then
it
steadied
.
The
pilot
poled
off
away
from
the
shore
.
Shadow
stood
there
and
watched
,
his
pants
-
legs
dripping
.
"
I
know
you
,
"
he
said
to
the
creature
at
the
prow
.
"
You
do
indeed
,
"
said
the
boatman
.
The
oil
lamp
which
hung
at
the
front
of
the
boat
burned
more
fitfully
,
and
the
smoke
from
the
lamp
made
Shadow
cough
.
"
You
worked
for
me
.
I
’
m
afraid
we
had
to
inter
Lila
Goodchild
without
you
.
"
The
voice
was
fussy
and
precise
.
The
smoke
stung
Shadow
’
s
eyes
.
He
wiped
the
tears
away
with
his
hand
,
and
,
through
the
smoke
,
he
thought
he
saw
a
tall
man
,
in
a
suit
,
with
gold
-
rimmed
spectacles
.
The
smoke
cleared
and
the
boatman
was
once
more
a
half
-
human
creature
with
the
head
of
a
river
-
bird
.
"
Mister
Ibis
?
"
"
Good
to
see
you
,
Shadow
,
"
said
the
creature
,
with
Mr
.
Ibis
’
s
voice
.
"
Do
you
know
what
a
psychopomp
is
?
"
Shadow
thought
he
knew
the
word
,
but
it
had
been
a
long
time
.
He
shook
his
head
.
"
It
’
s
a
fancy
term
for
an
escort
,
"
said
Mr
.
Ibis
.
"
We
all
have
so
many
functions
,
so
many
ways
of
existing
.
In
my
own
vision
of
myself
,
I
am
a
scholar
who
lives
quietly
,
and
pens
his
little
tales
,
and
dreams
about
a
past
that
may
or
may
not
ever
have
existed
.
And
that
is
true
,
as
far
as
it
goes
.
But
I
am
also
,
in
one
of
my
capacities
,
like
so
many
of
the
people
you
have
chosen
to
associate
with
,
a
psychopomp
.
I
escort
the
living
to
the
world
of
the
dead
.
"
