; said Lulu.
The Ubarian dignitary said something standing next to each of them, gesturing extravagantly, clearly enjoying his moment in the spotlight. The assembled bigwigs nodded and laughed politely. It occurred to Spyder that not all of them necessarily understood the man, and were just going along with the group. He spotted one of the men in the crowd rolling a cigarette. The man wore something like a gas mask and heavy royal blue robes that must have been cooking him alive, Spyder thought. He held up two fingers, miming smoking. The man nodded and handed Spyder the cigarette hed just finished, then lit it with a small gray stone that emitted a jet of flame when stroked correctly. Spyder took a long puff and bowed a little thanks, then passed the smoke to Lulu, who took it eagerly.
"Its their great honor to greet us after our battle with the Princes of Despair," said Shrike.
"Whos that? The Clerks, you think?"
"Maybe. He said Shaitan earlier. Thats their word for the devil, so hes probably talking about the Black Clerks now. "
"He going to shut up soon, you think?"
Lulu came up next to Spyder and handed the cigarette back to him. She dug in the sand with her boot, then half-turned away from the dignitaries.
"That tall blonde guy in the back look familiar?" she asked.
Spyder checked out the crowd discreetly, not letting his gaze linger anywhere too long.
"Should he?"
"Isnt he that prince from the airship? The one Primo was talking to on TV?"
"Prince Bel. His ship got stuck to ours. I guess he didnt die in the dogfight, after all. "
"Maybe we can get a ride with him. He owes us. "
"How dyou figure?"
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