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He
was
walking
through
a
room
bigger
than
a
city
,
and
everywhere
he
looked
there
were
statues
and
carvings
and
rough
-
hewn
images
.
He
was
standing
beside
a
statue
of
a
womanlike
thing
:
her
nak
*
d
br
*
*
sts
hung
flat
and
pendulous
on
her
chest
,
around
her
waist
was
a
chain
of
severed
hands
,
both
of
her
own
hands
held
sharp
knives
,
and
,
instead
of
a
head
,
rising
from
her
neck
there
were
twin
serpents
,
their
bodies
arched
,
facing
each
other
,
ready
to
attack
.
There
was
something
profoundly
disturbing
about
the
statue
,
a
deep
and
violent
wrongness
.
Shadow
backed
away
from
it
.
He
began
to
walk
through
the
hall
.
The
carved
eyes
of
those
statues
that
had
eyes
seemed
to
follow
his
every
step
.
In
his
dream
,
he
realized
that
each
statue
had
a
name
burning
on
the
floor
in
front
of
it
.
The
man
with
the
white
hair
,
with
a
necklace
of
teeth
about
his
neck
,
holding
a
drum
,
was
Leucotios
;
the
broad
-
hipped
woman
with
monsters
dropping
from
the
vast
gash
between
her
legs
was
Hubur
;
the
ram
-
headed
man
holding
the
golden
ball
was
Hershef
.
A
precise
voice
,
fussy
and
exact
,
was
speaking
to
him
,
in
his
dream
,
but
he
could
see
no
one
.
"
These
are
gods
who
have
been
forgotten
,
and
now
might
as
well
be
dead
.
They
can
be
found
only
in
dry
histories
.
They
are
gone
,
all
gone
,
but
their
names
and
their
images
remain
with
us
.
"
Shadow
turned
a
corner
,
and
knew
himself
to
be
in
another
room
,
even
vaster
than
the
first
.
It
went
on
farther
than
the
eye
could
see
.
Close
to
him
was
the
skull
of
a
mammoth
,
polished
and
brown
,
and
a
hairy
ocher
cloak
,
being
worn
by
a
small
woman
with
a
deformed
left
hand
.
Next
to
that
were
three
women
,
each
carved
from
the
same
granite
boulder
,
joined
at
the
waist
:
their
faces
had
an
unfinished
,
hasty
look
to
them
,
although
their
br
*
*
sts
and
genitalia
had
been
carved
with
elaborate
care
;
and
there
was
a
flightless
bird
which
Shadow
did
not
recognize
,
twice
his
height
,
with
a
beak
like
a
vulture
’
s
,
but
with
human
arms
:
and
on
,
and
on
.
The
voice
spoke
once
more
,
as
if
it
were
addressing
a
class
,
saying
,
"
These
are
the
gods
who
have
passed
out
of
memory
.
Even
their
names
are
lost
.
The
people
who
worshiped
them
are
as
forgotten
as
their
gods
.
Their
totems
are
long
since
broken
and
cast
down
.
Their
last
priests
died
without
passing
on
their
secrets
.
"
Gods
die
.
And
when
they
truly
die
they
are
unmourned
and
unremembered
.
Ideas
are
more
difficult
to
kill
than
people
,
but
they
can
be
killed
,
in
the
end
.
"
