ut green, yellow and sky blue streets intersected it.
"Okay, were here, somewhere. What do we do now?" asked Lulu.
"Let us not sleep, as do others; but let us watch and be sober, putting on the breastplate of faith and love; and for a helmet, the hope of salvation," Count Non said.
Spyder looked hard at the Count.
"St. Pauls First Epistle to the Thessalonians," he said.
"Yeah, I was just about to say that. "
"We need to find stables or a market," said Shrike. "Some place big, with professional traders. And remember that you cant tell the wandering memories of people from real humans simply by looking at them. "
"Then how do we know who were talking to?" asked Spyder. "How do we trade for anything?"
"Its a question of attitude," Shrike said. "If youre talking to the memory of a trader, his responses will be mechanical and rote. A memory isnt active. It cant really do or say anything new or original. A human trader will be more eager and unpredictable. "
"Makes sense. "
"Im going to go alone," said Shrike. "A poor, lost blind girl can usually count on a pity discount. "
"Youll be able to find your way back here?" asked Spyder. "Maybe you should take Primo as backup. "
"Ill be happy to accompany you, Butcher Bird. And a one-armed man with a blind woman might evoke even more pity from an anxious trader. "
"All right," said Shrike. "Well rendezvous here in two hours. Can I trust you three to find your way back?"
"Dont worry, Ill look after Lulu and the little brother," said the Count.
Spyder felt a pang of aw
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