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So
,
none
of
this
is
happening
.
Such
things
could
not
occur
in
this
day
and
age
.
Never
a
word
of
it
is
literally
true
,
although
it
all
happened
,
and
the
next
thing
that
happened
,
happened
like
this
:
At
the
foot
of
Lookout
Mountain
,
which
is
scarcely
more
than
a
very
high
hill
,
men
and
women
were
gathered
around
a
small
bonfire
in
the
rain
.
They
stood
beneath
the
trees
,
which
provided
poor
cover
,
and
they
were
arguing
.
The
lady
Kali
,
with
her
ink
-
black
skin
and
white
,
sharp
teeth
,
said
,
"
It
is
time
.
"
Anansi
,
with
lemon
-
yellow
gloves
and
silvering
hair
,
shook
his
head
.
"
We
can
wait
,
"
he
said
.
"
While
we
can
wait
,
we
should
wait
.
"
There
was
a
murmur
of
disagreement
from
the
crowd
.
"
No
,
listen
.
He
’
s
right
,
"
said
an
old
man
with
iron
-
gray
hair
:
Czernobog
.
He
was
holding
a
small
sledgehammer
,
resting
the
head
of
it
on
his
shoulder
.
"
They
have
the
high
ground
.
The
weather
is
against
us
.
This
is
madness
,
to
begin
this
now
.
"
Something
that
looked
a
little
like
a
wolf
and
a
little
more
like
a
man
grunted
and
spat
on
the
forest
floor
.
"
When
better
to
attack
them
,
dedushka
?
Shall
we
wait
until
the
weather
clears
,
when
they
expect
it
?
I
say
we
go
now
.
I
say
we
move
.
"
"
There
are
clouds
,
between
us
and
them
,
"
pointed
out
Isten
of
the
Hungarians
.
He
had
a
fine
black
moustache
,
a
large
,
dusty
black
hat
,
and
the
grin
of
a
man
who
makes
his
living
selling
aluminum
siding
and
new
roofs
and
gutters
to
senior
citizens
but
who
always
leaves
town
the
day
after
the
checks
clear
whether
the
work
is
done
or
not
.
A
man
in
an
elegant
suit
,
who
had
until
now
said
nothing
,
put
his
hands
together
,
stepped
into
the
firelight
,
and
made
his
point
succinctly
and
clearly
.
There
were
nods
and
mutters
of
agreement
.
A
voice
came
from
one
of
three
warrior
-
women
who
comprised
the
Morrigan
,
standing
so
close
together
in
the
shadows
that
they
had
become
an
arrangement
of
blue
-
tattooed
limbs
and
dangling
crow
’
s
wings
.
She
said
,
"
It
doesn
’
t
matter
whether
this
is
a
good
time
or
a
bad
time
.
This
is
the
time
.
They
have
been
killing
us
.
They
will
continue
to
kill
us
,
whether
we
fight
or
not
.
Perhaps
we
will
triumph
.
Perhaps
we
will
die
.
Better
to
die
together
,
on
the
attack
,
like
gods
,
than
to
die
fleeing
and
singly
,
like
rats
in
a
cellar
.
"
