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"Have you remembered how I do my little coin trick?" he asked Shadow with a grin.
"I have not."
"If you can guess how I did it," said Mad Sweeney, his lips purple, his blue eyes beclouded, "I'll tell you if you get warm."
"It's not a palm is it?" asked Shadow.
"It is not."
"Is it a gadget of some kind? Something up your sleeve or elsewhere that shoots the coins up for you to catch?"
"It is not that neither. More whiskey, anybody?"
"I read in a book about a way of doing the miser's dream with latex covering the palm of your hand, making a skin-colored pouch for the coins to hide behind."
"This is a sad wake for Great Sweeney who flew like a bird across all of Ireland and ate watercress in his madness: to be dead and unmourned save for a bird, a dog, and an idiot. No, it is not a pouch."
"Well, that's pretty much it for ideas," said Shadow. "I expect you just take them out of nowhere." It was meant to be sarcasm, but then he saw the expression on Sweeney's face. "You do," he said. "You do take them from nowhere."
"Well, not exactly nowhere," said Mad Sweeney. "But now you're getting the idea. You take them from the hoard."
"The hoard," said Shadow, starting to remember.
"Yes."
"You just have to hold it in your mind, and it's yours to take from. The sun's treasure. It's there in those moments when the world makes a rainbow. It's there in the moment of eclipse and the moment of the storm." And he showed Shadow how to do the thing. This time Shadow got it.
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