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Shadow
said
,
"
Best
of
three
?
"
Czernobog
simply
stared
at
him
,
his
gray
eyes
like
points
of
steel
.
And
then
he
laughed
,
clapped
his
hands
on
Shadow
’
s
shoulders
.
"
I
like
you
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
You
have
balls
.
"
Then
Zorya
Utrennyaya
put
her
head
around
the
door
to
tell
them
that
dinner
was
ready
,
and
they
should
clear
their
game
away
and
put
the
tablecloth
down
on
the
table
.
"
We
have
no
dining
room
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
am
sorry
.
We
eat
in
here
.
"
Serving
dishes
were
placed
on
the
table
.
Each
of
the
diners
was
given
a
small
painted
tray
on
which
was
some
tarnished
cutlery
,
to
hold
on
his
or
her
lap
.
Zorya
Vechernyaya
took
five
wooden
bowls
and
placed
an
unpeeled
boiled
potato
in
each
,
then
ladled
in
a
healthy
serving
of
a
ferociously
crimson
borscht
.
She
plopped
a
spoonful
of
white
sour
cream
in
,
and
handed
the
bowls
to
each
of
them
.
"
I
thought
there
were
six
of
us
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Zorya
Polunochnaya
is
still
asleep
,
"
said
Zorya
Vechernyaya
.
"
We
keep
her
food
in
the
refrigerator
.
When
she
wakes
,
she
will
eat
.
"
The
borscht
was
vinegary
,
and
tasted
like
pickled
beets
.
The
boiled
potato
was
mealy
.
The
next
course
was
a
leathery
pot
roast
,
accompanied
by
greens
of
some
description
-
although
they
had
been
boiled
so
long
and
so
thoroughly
that
they
were
no
longer
,
by
any
stretch
of
the
imagination
,
greens
,
and
were
well
on
their
way
to
becoming
browns
.
