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"
It
can
’
t
carry
both
of
us
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
I
’
ll
make
my
own
way
home
.
"
Shadow
nodded
.
He
seemed
to
be
trying
to
remember
something
.
Then
he
opened
his
mouth
,
and
he
screeched
a
cry
of
welcome
and
of
joy
.
The
thunderbird
opened
its
cruel
beak
,
and
it
screeched
a
welcome
back
at
him
.
Superficially
,
at
least
,
it
resembled
a
condor
.
Its
feathers
were
black
,
with
a
purplish
sheen
,
and
its
neck
was
banded
with
white
.
Its
beak
was
black
and
cruel
:
a
raptor
’
s
beak
,
made
for
tearing
.
At
rest
,
on
the
ground
,
with
its
wings
folded
away
,
it
was
the
size
of
a
black
bear
,
and
its
head
was
on
a
level
with
Shadow
’
s
own
.
Horus
said
,
proudly
,
"
I
brought
him
.
They
live
in
the
mountains
.
"
Shadow
nodded
.
"
I
had
a
dream
of
thunderbirds
once
,
"
he
said
.
"
Damnedest
dream
I
ever
had
.
"
The
thunderbird
opened
its
beak
and
made
a
surprisingly
gentle
noise
,
Crawroo
?
"
You
heard
my
dream
too
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
He
reached
out
a
hand
and
rubbed
it
gently
against
the
bird
’
s
head
.
The
thunderbird
pushed
up
against
him
like
an
affectionate
pony
.
He
scratched
it
behind
where
the
ears
must
have
been
.
Shadow
turned
to
Easter
.
"
You
rode
him
here
?
"
