"
"They made money tossing Christians to the lions, why not memories?"
"Everythings show biz, in the end. "
"Truer words were never. "
"Couple of those clowns thought I was with the geeks on account of my unique look. The Count straightened em out. "
Spyder wondered if he should tell Lulu about -running into the Black Clerks, but he decided that the news wouldnt do her any good. He handed her the canteen of water Shrike had given him. Lulu took a long drink. A red and black snake burrowed up out of the sand, tasted the air with its tongue and dove back underground.
"And you say I never take you anywhere nice," Spyder said to Lulu.
That evening, they camped in a small dune valley, out of the night wind. They hadnt seen any airships all day, so the others started a fire while Primo showed Spyder how to hobble the horses. He didnt feel it while riding, but on his feet, Spyders ass and back were sore. It took him a while to pour grain into the horses feed bags, as he couldnt grip either bag properly with his injured hand. The Count found him and helped him slip the bags onto the horses heads.
"Back in Berenice, I upset you. That wasnt my intention," said Count Non.
"No foul, man," said Spyder, slipping the feed bag on the last horse. "Im just a little on edge. You and Shrike, youre used to this Conan the Barbarian stuff. Im just passing through. It wasnt enough that everything heres cranked up to strange and a half, but then we had supernatural Pinkertons in balloons. Now were playing Rat Patrol. "
"It is a situation. I can see how ending up here unwillingly could leave one unstrung. "
"Thats it. I am un-fucking-stru
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