Will closed his eyes, gazing inward to the spin of his spiritwheel. It confirmed that Porky Pryne was the proper choice for this job. The earth reds and sunset golds of the medicine wheel swirled, an animated sandpainting, a magician’s mandala. In the center of it, a porcupine quilled with fiberwire and datalines jacked into the Matrix on Meg Motley’s hot deck, with the walls of Natural Vat spinning around him like a cogwheel. Will Grey wondered again if Old Man Coyote might be playing another elaborate prank by urging this run upon him.