Prince Fahd did have some skill at public speaking. Not for nothing had he earned degrees at Oxford and at Yale. "Some of us live in places that are too low," he said, with a gesture of respect to Saskia, and a nod to the Marshall Islanders, "but I live in a place that is too hot. Perhaps we can work together. Those of us who have reaped great rewards making the situation worse"—this with a glance at the Norwegians—"are sensible that we might have a role to play in setting things right. One who could not be here today has amazed the world by taking aggressive action to shield our world from an angry sun. Later we’ll go up to the top of the mountain to see another such facility launch its first projectile into the Albanian stratosphere. As the veil spreads downwind it will, I hope, provide a measure of relief to our brothers and sisters in Turkey, Syria, and Iraq. Other such projects are being contemplated in places farther to the south, where we hope they will benefit my home country as well as helping to combat rising sea levels all over Netherworld." This the first, albeit oblique, public acknowledgment of something Saskia had got wind of from the Venetians, namely that the Saudis had been busy with a little project of their own.