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"
We
are
on
our
way
to
the
Hall
of
the
Dead
.
I
requested
that
I
be
the
one
to
come
for
you
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
I
’
m
a
psychopomp
.
I
like
you
.
You
were
a
hard
worker
.
Why
not
?
"
"
Because
…
"
Shadow
marshaled
his
thoughts
.
"
Because
I
never
believed
in
you
.
Because
I
don
’
t
know
much
about
Egyptian
mythology
.
Because
I
didn
’
t
expect
this
.
What
happened
to
Saint
Peter
and
the
Pearly
Gates
?
"
The
long
-
beaked
white
head
shook
from
side
to
side
,
gravely
.
"
It
doesn
’
t
matter
that
you
didn
’
t
believe
in
us
,
"
said
Mr
.
Ibis
.
"
We
believed
in
you
.
"
The
boat
touched
bottom
.
Mr
.
Ibis
stepped
off
the
side
,
into
the
pool
,
and
told
Shadow
to
do
the
same
.
Mr
.
Ibis
took
a
line
from
the
prow
of
the
boat
,
and
passed
Shadow
the
lantern
to
carry
.
It
was
in
the
shape
of
a
crescent
moon
.
They
walked
ashore
,
and
Mr
.
Ibis
tied
the
boat
to
a
metal
ring
set
in
the
rock
floor
.
Then
he
took
the
lamp
from
Shadow
and
walked
swiftly
forward
,
holding
the
lamp
high
as
he
walked
,
throwing
vast
shadows
across
the
rock
floor
and
the
high
rock
walls
.
"
Are
you
scared
?
"
asked
Mr
.
Ibis
.
"
Not
really
.
"
"
Well
,
try
to
cultivate
the
emotions
of
true
awe
and
spiritual
terror
,
as
we
walk
.
They
are
the
appropriate
feelings
for
the
situation
at
hand
.
"
Shadow
was
not
scared
.
He
was
interested
,
and
apprehensive
,
but
no
more
.
He
was
not
scared
of
the
shifting
darkness
,
nor
of
being
dead
,
nor
even
of
the
dog
-
headed
creature
the
size
of
a
grain
silo
who
stared
at
them
as
they
approached
.
It
growled
,
deep
in
its
throat
,
and
Shadow
felt
his
neck
-
hairs
prickle
.
