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"
Close
?
"
asked
Czernobog
.
"
No
.
How
could
we
be
?
We
cared
about
such
different
things
.
"
There
was
a
clatter
from
the
end
of
the
hall
,
and
Zorya
Vechemyaya
came
in
.
"
Supper
in
one
hour
,
"
she
said
.
Then
she
went
out
.
Czernobog
sighed
.
"
She
thinks
she
is
a
good
cook
,
"
he
said
.
"
She
was
brought
up
,
there
were
servants
to
cook
.
Now
,
there
are
no
servants
.
There
is
nothing
.
"
"
Not
nothing
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Never
nothing
.
"
"
You
,
"
said
Czernobog
.
"
I
shall
not
listen
to
you
.
"
He
turned
to
Shadow
.
"
Do
you
play
checkers
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Good
.
You
shall
play
checkers
with
me
,
"
he
said
,
taking
a
wooden
box
of
pieces
from
the
mantelpiece
and
shaking
them
out
onto
the
table
.
"
I
shall
play
black
.
"
Wednesday
touched
Shadow
’
s
arm
.
"
You
don
’
t
have
to
do
this
,
you
know
,
"
he
said
.
"
Not
a
problem
.
I
want
to
,
"
said
Shadow
.
Wednesday
shrugged
,
and
picked
up
an
old
copy
of
Reader
’
s
Digest
from
a
small
pile
of
yellowing
magazines
on
the
windowsill
.
Czernobog
’
s
brown
fingers
finished
arranging
the
pieces
on
the
squares
,
and
the
game
began
.
