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Shadow
walked
in
something
that
was
half
a
stroll
,
half
a
controlled
stumble
,
into
the
center
of
the
arena
.
He
could
feel
eyes
on
him
,
eyes
and
things
that
were
not
eyes
.
He
shivered
.
The
buffalo
voice
said
,
You
are
doing
just
fine
.
Shadow
thought
,
Damn
right
.
I
came
back
from
the
dead
this
morning
.
After
that
,
everything
else
should
be
a
piece
of
cake
.
"
You
know
,
"
said
Shadow
,
to
the
air
,
in
a
conversational
voice
,
"
this
is
not
a
war
.
This
was
never
intended
to
be
a
war
.
And
if
any
of
you
think
this
is
a
war
,
you
are
deluding
yourselves
.
"
He
heard
grumbling
noises
from
both
sides
.
He
had
impressed
nobody
.
"
We
are
fighting
for
our
survival
,
"
lowed
a
minotaur
from
one
side
of
the
arena
.
"
We
are
fighting
for
our
existence
,
"
shouted
a
mouth
in
a
pillar
of
glittering
smoke
,
from
the
other
.
"
This
is
a
bad
land
for
gods
,
"
said
Shadow
.
As
an
opening
statement
it
wasn
’
t
Friends
,
Romans
,
Countrymen
,
but
it
would
do
.
"
You
’
ve
probably
all
learned
that
,
in
your
own
way
.
The
old
gods
are
ignored
.
The
new
gods
are
as
quickly
taken
up
as
they
are
abandoned
,
cast
aside
for
the
next
big
thing
.
Either
you
’
ve
been
forgotten
,
or
you
’
re
scared
you
’
re
going
to
be
rendered
obsolete
,
or
maybe
you
’
re
just
getting
tired
of
existing
on
the
whim
of
people
.
"
The
grumbles
were
fewer
now
.
He
had
said
something
they
agreed
with
.
Now
,
while
they
were
listening
,
he
had
to
tell
them
the
story
.
