lowed through the wounds without stopping and ran down the child's body to pool and puddle on the floor. The swords looked unimaginably old.
The little boy stared up at Shadow with eyes that held only pain.
And Shadow thought to himself, of course. That's as good a way as any other of making a tribal god. He did not have to be told,Homepage. He knew. You take a baby and you bring it up in the darkness, letting it see no one, touch no one, and you feed it well as the years pass, feed it better than any of the village's other children, and then, five winters on, when the night is at its longest, you drag the terrified child out of its hut and into the circle of bonfires, and you pierce it with blades of iron and of bronze,foamposites for cheap. Then you smoke the small body over charcoal fires until it is properly dried, and you wrap it in furs and carry it with you from encampment to encampment, deep in the Black Forest, sacrificing animals and children to it, making it the luck of the tribe. When, eventually, the thing falls apart from age, you place its fragile bones in a box, and you worship the box; until one day the bones are scattered and forgotten,coach canada outlet, and the tribes who worshipped the child-god of the box are long gone; and the child-god, the luck of the village,coach outlet canada, will be barely remembered, save as a ghost or a brownie: a kobold.
Shadow wondered which of the people who had come to northern Wisconsin 150 years ago, a woodcutter, perhaps, or a mapmaker, had crossed the Atlantic with Hinzelmann living in his head.
And then the bloody child was gone, and the blood, and there was only an old man with a fluff of white hair and a goblin smile, his sweater-sleeves still soaked from putting Shadow into the bath that had saved his life.
"Hinzelmann?" the voice came from the doorway of the den.
Hinzelmann turned. Shadow turned too.
"I came over to tell you," said Chad Mulligan, and his voice was strained, "that the klunker went through the ice. I saw it had gone down when I drove over that way, and thought I'd come over and let you know, in case
No comments:
Post a Comment