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           Somewheretherewasadripofwaterandabovethem,likeasteadyriverinabedofsky,themonotonouswhineofthewind.OtherwiseLittleGodSwampwassilent.

           Louisbegantoshudderallover.Hisfleshparticularlythatofhislowerbellybegantocreep.Yes,creepwastherightword;hisfleshactuallyseemedtobemovingonhisbody.Hismouthwastotallydry.Thereseemedtobenospitatallleftinit.Yetthatfeelingofexhilarationpersisted,anunshakablelunacy.

           "WhatinChrist’sname?"hewhisperedhoarselytoJud.

           Judturnedtolookathim,andinthedimlightLouisthoughttheoldmanlookedahundredandtwenty.Therewasnosignofthatodd,dancinglightinhiseyesnow.Hisfacewasdrawn,andtherewasstarkterrorinhiseyes.Butwhenhespoke,hisvoicewassteadyenough."Justaloon,"hesaid."Comeon.Almostthere."

           Theywenton.Thetussocksbecamefirmgroundagain.ForafewmomentsLouishadasensationofopenspace,althoughthatdimglowintheairhadnowfaded,anditwasallhecoulddotomakeoutJud’sbackthreefeetinfrontofhim.Shortgrassstiffwithfrostwasunderfoot.Itbrokelikeglassateverystep.Thentheywereinthetreesagain.Hecouldsmellaromaticfir,feelneedles.Occasionallyatwigorabranchscrapedagainsthim.

           Louishadlostallsenseoftimeordirection,buttheydidnotwalklongbeforeJudstoppedagainandturnedtowardhim.

           "Stepshere,"hesaid.

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