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           Acoolglassoffreshmilk,andafewapplesandpearslaidatthefootofthesteps. 

           Thiswasallhewantednow.Somesignthattheimmenseworldwouldaccepthimandgivehimthelongtimeneededtothinkallthethingsthatmustbethought. 

           Aglassofmilk,anapple,apear. 

           Hesteppedfromtheriver. 

           Thelandrushedathim,atidalwave. Hewascrushedbydarknessandthelookofthecountryandthemillionodoursonawindthaticedhisbody. Hefellbackunderthebreakingcurveofdarknessandsoundandsmell,hisearsroaring.Hewhirled. Thestarspouredoverhissightlikeflamingmeteors. Hewantedtoplungeintheriveragainandletitidlehimsafelyondownsomewhere. Thisdarklandrisingwaslikethatdayinhischildhood,swimming,whenfromnowherethelargestwaveinthehistoryofrememberingslammedhimdown insaltmudandgreendarkness, waterburningmouthandnose,retchinghisstomach,screaming! Toomuchwater! 

           Toomuchland! 

           Outoftheblackwallbeforehim,awhisper.Ashape.Intheshape,twoeyes. Thenightlookingathim.Theforest,seeinghim. 

           TheHound!