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"
That
’
s
very
clever
of
you
,
"
Easter
told
him
,
reassuringly
.
"
Now
,
let
’
s
get
him
down
from
there
.
"
The
wet
ropes
that
held
Shadow
to
the
tree
had
long
ago
weathered
and
rotted
,
and
they
parted
easily
as
the
two
people
pulled
on
them
.
The
body
on
the
tree
slipped
and
slid
down
toward
the
roots
.
They
caught
him
as
he
fell
,
and
they
took
him
up
,
carrying
him
easily
,
although
he
was
a
very
big
man
,
and
they
put
him
down
in
the
gray
meadow
.
The
body
on
the
grass
was
cold
,
and
it
did
not
breathe
.
There
was
a
patch
of
dried
black
blood
on
its
side
,
as
if
it
had
been
stabbed
with
a
spear
.
"
What
now
?
"
"
Now
,
"
she
said
,
"
we
warm
him
.
You
know
what
you
have
to
do
.
"
"
I
know
.
I
cannot
.
"
"
If
you
are
not
willing
to
help
,
then
you
should
not
have
called
me
here
.
"
"
But
it
has
been
too
long
.
"
"
It
has
been
too
long
for
all
of
us
.
"
"
And
I
am
quite
mad
.
"
