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"
Hvernig
gengur
?
Manst
Þú
eftir
mér
?
"
said
the
old
man
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
don
’
t
speak
Icelandic
.
"
Then
he
said
,
awkwardly
,
the
phrase
he
had
learned
from
his
phrase
book
in
the
daylight
of
the
small
hours
of
that
morning
:
"
Ég
tala
bara
ensku
.
"
I
speak
only
English
.
"
American
.
"
The
old
man
nodded
slowly
.
He
said
,
"
My
people
went
from
here
to
America
a
long
time
ago
.
They
went
there
,
and
then
they
returned
to
Iceland
.
They
said
it
was
a
good
place
for
men
,
but
a
bad
place
for
gods
.
And
without
their
gods
they
felt
too
…
alone
.
"
His
English
was
fluent
,
but
the
pauses
and
the
beats
of
the
sentence
were
strange
.
Shadow
looked
at
him
:
close
-
up
,
the
man
seemed
older
than
Shadow
had
imagined
possible
.
His
skin
was
lined
with
tiny
wrinkles
and
cracks
,
like
the
cracks
in
granite
.
The
old
man
said
,
"
I
do
know
you
,
boy
.
"
"
You
do
?
"
"
You
and
I
,
we
have
walked
the
same
path
.
I
also
hung
on
the
tree
for
nine
days
,
a
sacrifice
of
myself
to
myself
.
I
am
the
lord
of
the
Aes
.
I
am
the
god
of
the
gallows
.
"
"
You
are
Odin
,
"
said
Shadow
.
The
man
nodded
thoughtfully
,
as
if
weighing
up
the
name
.
"
They
call
me
many
things
,
but
,
yes
,
I
am
Odin
,
Bor
’
s
son
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
saw
you
die
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
stood
vigil
for
your
body
.
You
tried
to
destroy
so
much
,
for
power
.
You
would
have
sacrificed
so
much
for
yourself
.
You
did
that
.
"
