to witness the memories. If not, they fade away. To make money, the human inhabitants trade with travelers. "
"Trade what?" asked Lulu.
"Horses, lost keys, lost shoes, lost spells," said Shrike. "The clever ones trade dreams, memories of lost love, lost hope. "
"Sounds like Disneyland on Ketamine," Spyder said.
"I passed through there once before. It can be dangerous. Psychically. You dont want to turn a corner and run into your own lost virginity. "
"Speak for yourself. Id do me at fourteen," said Lulu. "Lets follow the goddam yellow brick road. "
"Theres no road, Lulu. Just the river," said Spyder.
"Shit. "
"Well swim," said Shrike. "We just have to get inside the city walls. There are walkways along all the canals. "
"You cool with swimming, Lulu?" Spyder asked.
"Excuse me, son. You were the civilian. I was a lifeguard at YMCA camp, remember?"
"Yeah, but that was a while back. Before you had your troubles. "
"You think my empty little eye holes and gut holes are going to fill up with water and drown me? That aint going to happen. But thanks a shitload for making a thing of it. "
"Im just concerned is all. "
"Im fine," Lulu said and waded into the river. When she was knee deep, she turned back. "There arent any sharks or things with stingers out here, are there?"
"Nothing that can hurt you," said Shrike.
"Countdown, you get one side and Ill get on the other. Well put Shrike and Primo between us. Make sure no one wanders off course or sinks," said Spyder.
The Count smiled. &quo
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