“We should get you back. Too long in this place is goin’ to mess you up.” It rested one brown-haired spider leg on Shadow’s shoulder . . .
. . . and, back on Seven States Flag Court, Mr. Nancy coughed. His right hand rested on Shadow’s shoulder. The rain had stopped. Mr. Nancy held his left hand across his side, as if it hurt. Shadow asked if he was okay.
“I’m tough as old nails,” said Mr. Nancy. “Tougher.” He did not sound happy. He sounded like an old man in pain.
There were dozens of them, standing or sitting on the ground or on the benches. Some of them looked badly injured.
Shadow could hear a rattling noise in the sky, approaching from the south. He looked at Mr. Nancy. “Helicopters?”
Mr. Nancy nodded. “Don’t you worry about them. Not anymore. They’ll just clean up the mess, and leave.”
“Got it.”
Shadow knew that there was one part of the mess he wanted to see for himself, before it was cleaned up. He borrowed a flashlight from a gray-haired man who looked like a retired news anchor and began to hunt.
He found Laura stretched out on the ground in a side cavern, beside a diorama of mining gnomes straight out of Snow White. The floor beneath her was sticky with blood. She was on her side, where Loki must have dropped her after he had pulled the spear out of them both.
One of Laura’s hands clutched her chest. She looked dreadfully vulnerable. She looked dead, but then, Shadow was almost used to that by now.
Shadow squatted beside her, and he touched her cheek with his hand, and he said her name. Her eyes opened, and she lifted her head and turned it until she was looking at him.
“Hello, puppy,” she said. Her voice was thin.
“Hi, Laura. What happened here?”
“Nothing,” she said. “Just stuff. Did they win?”
“I stopped the battle they were trying to start.”
“My clever puppy,” she said. “That man, Mister World, he said he was going to put a stick through your eye. I didn’t like him at all.”
“He’s dead. You killed him, hon.”
She nodded. She said, “That’s good.”
Her eyes closed. Shadow’s hand found her cold hand, and he held it in his. In time she opened her eyes again.
“Did you ever figure out how to bring me back from the dead?” she asked.
“I guess,” he said. “I know one way, anyway.”
“That’s good,” she said. She squeezed his hand with her cold hand. And then she said, “And the opposite? What about that?”
“The opposite?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I think I must have earned it.”
“I don’t want to do that.”
She said nothing. She simply waited.
Shadow said, “Okay.” Then he took his hand from hers and put it to her neck.
She said, “That’s my husband.” She said it proudly.
“I love you, babes,” said Shadow.
“Love you, puppy,” she whispered.