Blind Shrike

Fifty Eight

Roll Me a Smoke, John Wayne

"Eight legs good! Two legs bad!" Lulu shouted as they strode across the desert.

They were making great time. Cornelius never needed to rest or slow down, even when walking straight into a sandstorm. Spyder told him to head for Berenice and he started straight across the desert without hesitation. What had taken them days to traverse on the way out, they now covered in a few hours. When they caught sight of the city of memories, around mid-morning, it was strangely reassuring.

"One step closer to home," said Shrike.

Something was happening around Berenice. Even at a distance, they could see it. A dozen airships were in port on the south side of the city. Spyder wondered if they should bypass the city and head across the open desert, hoping they could get a ride from a ship at the coast. But there was no telling when one big enough would come along. They had to go to Berenice.

"Damn," said Spyder. "I should have asked Lucifer for some of those jewels lying around the construction site. We don't have a pe

"We'll be fine," Shrike said.

"You think?"

Shrike leaned on Spyder's back, ru

They ran into the first spotter a couple of miles out from the city. The boy had been asleep, and his loose dun-colored robes blended into the sand. He awoke suddenly and screamed as Cornelius nearly stepped on him, startling Spyder, Shrike and Lulu almost as much as the giant spider had scared him.

The boy ran ahead for a few paces, shouting something to them before stopping, raising a pistol over his head and firing off a flare. He began ru

"You don't think they're a lynch mob, do you?" asked Spyder. "For me doing over that memory?"

"I don't know," said Shrike. "Let's just check it out. If anyone tries anything, Cornelius will run us to the coast."

There were other spotters as they closed in on the city, gawkers, too. It all made Spyder nervous, but as they rode past, each group smiled and waved at them, or ran alongside for as long as they could. No one seemed too upset to see them. Better yet, Spyder thought, none of them looked like cops.

A group of twenty or thirty dignitaries met them at a wadi just beyond the city walls. Spyder guessed that they were dignitaries. They had that self-important air about them, like the kind of crowd that gives a million dollars to the symphony so they can get a plaque and their name in a newsletter. Mostly, he thought, they looked like a bunch of old hippies who'd raided Frederick's of Hollywood on the way to the Renaissance Faire. Just in case, he slipped Apollyon's blade behind his back and kept his hand on the hilt. Shrike touched his arm.

"Relax," she said. "It's a party."

"I guess time really is fu

However time moved in the underworld, on Earth there had obviously been plenty of time for word to spread about what had happened below.

"I don't guess it took Sherlock Holmes to figure it out," Lulu said. "There's a hole the size of Dallas in the middle of the desert and Hell's at the bottom."

To make an impression, they had Cornelius stroll right up to the Berenice officials. The dignitaries looked a bit nervous by the proximity of the giant spider, but they all smiled and applauded as Spyder and the others climbed off. A gray-haired man with fierce Maori-style facial tattoos embraced each of them as they came down. With his hand on Spyder's shoulder, the tattooed man turned to the other dignitaries and began a quick speech in a flowing, melodious language.

Spyder looked at Shrike. "You got a clue what this guy's saying?"

"He's speaking Ubari. It's an ancient city state built in the First Sphere, but spilled into the Second during a war between rival wizard kings a thousand years ago. I haven't heard it spoken in a long time," she said. "I think he's calling us the `Saviors of Light.' `Defenders of Light.' Something like that."

"If at any point he says `future prison bitches,' you let me know," 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 he'd 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.

"It's their great honor to greet us after our battle with the Princes of Despair," said Shrike.

"Who's that? The Clerks, you think?"

"Maybe. He said `Shaitan' earlier. That's their word for the devil, so he's 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?"

"Isn't 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 didn't die in the dogfight, after all."

"Maybe we can get a ride with him. He owes us."

"How d'you figure?"

"We saw him fuck up big time. And we're the Power Rangers of Light or whatever. He'll suck the cream out of our Twinkies if we ask him."

"I'll settle for a hot bath."

"We're invited to a banquet in our honor," Shrike said. "All of Berenice, Ubari and the families of the Second Sphere want to honor us."

Spyder smiled at the man and nodded. "Can we say No?"

"They won't be happy."

"Tell him we need to get your father," Spyder said. "Tell him dad's sick and we have to get there fast."

"I'm better at translating than speaking this tongue."

Shrike stepped forward and smiled at the crowd, with all the dignity she could muster. She spoke slowly, hesitantly, taking long pauses, groping for words. Spyder and Lulu finished the cigarette between them. The man in the gas mask came forward and gave them his bag of tobacco, along with his papers. Spyder accepted, nodding a sincere thanks.

"This hero thing doesn't half suck," he said.

"Roll me a smoke, John Wayne."

When Shrike finished, the Ubari dignitary began chattering and gesturing again. His guests nodded solemnly and looked at Spyder.

"We off the hook?" he asked.

"I think so," said Shrike. "He's saying that we're true champions appointed by god, god or some kind of giant bird. That we care so much for humanity that we can't even stop to celebrate a victory when the war against darkness goes on."

The Ubarian grew quiet. He turned and embraced Spyder and the others in turn. The dignitaries all rushed forward to shake their hands and kiss their cheeks, as the group made their way back to Cornelius.

When Bel came forward to shake, Spyder held on to his hand. "Ask this guy if he'll give us a lift out of here," he said to Shrike.

She spoke quietly to the Prince as the other dignitaries clustered around them, praising them in a dozen languages. They're worse than demons, Spyder thought. Demons can't help being creepy.