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himself up on his elbows and scooted her onto the ground. The last thing he needed was to throw up in front of these people.

    He got to his feet. Boots tucked her arm around his knee and leaned against him. The circle of bats shrunk in even closer. "What? Like I'm going somewhere?" said Gregor with aggravation. He heard a couple of the riders laugh.

    Luxa must have given another signal, because the bats peeled off one at a time and began wheeling around the arena in complicated patterns. Gregor saw that neither she nor Vikus had bothered to move from where he had left them. He looked at the doorway and he knew it was pointless. Still... these people were a little too smug for their own good.

    Gregor sprinted three steps for the exit before he whipped around and headed back to Luxa, catching his sister's hand on the way. Taken by surprise, the bats broke out of their formation and zoomed down, only to find themselves with no one to capture. They pulled up in an awkward clump, and while they didn't actually collide, Gregor felt gratified to see several riders struggling to stay on their bats.

    The crowd, which had been amazingly quiet since their appearance, broke out in appreciative laughter. Gregor felt a little more confident. At least he wasn't the only one who'd looked like an idiot. "Faked them out," he said to Boots.

    Luxa's gaze was icy, but Gregor saw Vikus trying to suppress a smile as he walked up.
    "So, you said something about a bath?" he said to Luxa.

    "You will follow to the palace now," said Luxa crossly. She flicked her hand, and her golden bat swept down behind her. Just as it was about to crash into her, Luxa leaped in the air.
    She lifted her legs straight out to the sides and touched her toes in a move Gregor thought he'd maybe seen cheerleaders do. The bat ducked under her, and she landed on its back easily. It arched up, missing Gregor by inches. Then it righted itself in the air and sped out of the stadium.

    "You're wasting your time with that stuff!" called Gregor, although Luxa was out of earshot. He felt angry with himself because, in fact, he had to admit this girl had some moves.

    Vikus had heard him, though. His smile broadened. Gregor scowled at the old man.
    "What?"

    "Will you follow to the palace, Overlander?" asked Vikus politely.

    "As what, your prisoner?" said Gregor bluntly.

    "As our guest, I hope," replied Vikus. "Although Queen Luxa has no doubt ordered the dungeon readied for you." His violet eyes literally twinkled, and Gregor found himself liking the man in spite of him self. Maybe because he was pretty sure Vikus liked him. He resisted the temptation to smile.

    "Lead the way," said Gregor indifferently.

    Vikus nodded and waved him toward the far side of the arena. Gregor followed a few steps behind him, towing Boots.

    The stands were beginning to empty. High in the air, the people filed out through exits between their bleachers. Several bats still wove around the stadium doing aerodynamic maneuvers. Whatever game had been in progress had ended when Gregor arrived. The remaining bats and riders were hanging around to keep an eye on him.

    As they neared the main entrance of the stadium, Vikus dropped back and fell in step with Gregor. "You must feel as if you are trapped in a dream, Overlander."

    "I was thinking nightmare," said Gregor evenly.

    Vikus chuckled. "Our bats and crawlers -- no, what is it you call them? Cockhorses?"

    "Cockroaches," corrected Gregor.

    "Ah, yes, cockroaches," agreed Vikus. "In the Overland, they are but handfuls while here they grow largely."

    "How do you know that? Have you been to the Overland?" said Gregor. If Vikus could get there, then so could he and Boots.

    "Oh, no, such visits are as rare as trees. It is the Overlanders who come at times to us. I have met six or seven. One called Fred Clark, another called Mickey, and most recently a woman known as Coco. What are you called, Overlander?" asked Vikus.

    "Gregor. Are they still here?