Spyder took his cup and went to little man.
"Want some coffee?" Spyder asked.
"I dont drink stimulants, sir. "
"Need any help with the ropes?"
Primo grinned. "Oh, no thank you. Im fine. " He pulled enthusiastically on one line and let another slide through his hand as they turned away from the coast and drifted toward the Golden Gate Bridge, steadily gaining altitude as they went.
"You look like the cat who ate the canary, after fucking it," said Spyder.
The little man nodded. "Im doing what I love," he said. "I serve Madame Cinders because that is my duty. She gave my clan sanctuary centuries ago and we always honor our debts. But living sedentary in her palace isnt the happiest life for me. "
"A ramblin, gamblin man. "
Primo laughed. "We Gytrash are travelers both by profession and by disposition. I grew up on horseback, in trading ships clad in gold and on endless overland treks through all three Spheres.
"This airship reminds me of one I was on many years ago. My clan landed on the island of Montes Lunae to make repairs on take on supplies. Montes Lunae is a rich, green island in the second Sphere which, back then, was ruled by Chashash, the Raven King. It was the hundred and fiftieth year of Chashashs rein and in keeping with Lunae tradition, hed declared Jubilee. "
"That some kind of party?" asked Spyder.
"Its much, much more than that, sir. During Jubilee, all laws are suspended, all slaves freed, all the lands won in battle are returned to their original owners. Jubilee is a time of renewal and madness. A time to burn the fields-both physical and metaphysical. Prisons became art galleries. Art
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