s clothes, it took him a few minutes to decide that they were his. It was some small consolation that Shrike, too, was moving slowly and painfully. The wine had kicked her ass, too. Good, he thought. At least were starting out the day even.
"How far is it to Madames?" Shrike asked.
"From here, perhaps three hours," said Primo, his voice muffled by his hands. "There is a boat and then the Blegeld Passage. "
"Youve arranged transport through the Passage?"
"Yes, maam. A very agreeable tuk-tuk. Very luxurious. "
"Theres no such thing as a luxurious tuk-tuk," said Shrike, pulling on her boots.
"Yes, maam. "
The day was starting slow, but all right, thought Spyder. He remembered that Shrike had not wanted him to speak much. That request was working out fine since, once again, he didnt know what she and Primo were talking about other than they were all going somewhere and, happily, using a boat for part of the journey. Hed been on boats before, so at least he would recognize something.
When theyd dressed, Shrike ordered both Primo and Spyder out of the room. She stood in the doorway with the little book open flat on her hands and said a few words. As Shrike slapped the book closed, the bed and carpets were gone and room was back to its original dingy state. Even the dust hadnt been disturbed. Shrike tucked her cane under her elbow and took Spyders arm. "Lead us to the boat, Primo. "
"This way, please, maam. " He hurried down the steps ahead of them as Spyder walked down with Shrike. Spyder couldnt tell if she was walking slowly because of the hangover or because she wanted to appear relaxed and indifferent to their voyage. In any case, it w
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