After yesterday, Arthur has been delegated to speak to Sirene.
No more of that spit cake, says Arthur.
What was wrong with it? asks Sirene.
Nothing, it's just the name, says Arthur.
But you must know it is not cake made with spitting, says Sirene.
We do, says Arthur. But when you're riding the Tour an idea like that makes you queasy.
O I am sorry, says Sirene. But today you will eat this.
She shows him three pots of garbure.
Looks good, says Arthur.
He goes off to join the others.
Did you tell her? asks Sweezus.
Yes, says Arthur.
The Tour starts in Lourdes today.
Lourdes. Just up your street, Grunty, says Vello.
Why so? asks N F S Grundtvig. I'm a Lutheran.
You sing hymns at the drop of a hat, says Vello.
I do have my spiritual inspirations, says N F S Grundtvig. I can't deny that.
Several riders are pushing their bikes past N F S rather slowly.
Hoping for a tip-off, says Vello.
What about? asks N F S Grundtvig.
Today's winner, says David. You tipped first and second yesterday.
But today, N F S does not feel quite so playful.
Today he feels spiritual.
O lord, you are here in Lourdes, looking down on the halt and the lame. O lord remember that you are the reason they came. O lord, please grant all Danish cyclists a bit of the same.
What the dickens? says Vello. A bit of the same, being what, the halt and the lame?
No, no, says N F S, I mean the looking down on
Why should they want looking down on? says Vello.
A push from behind would be better, says David.
Grunty is miffed. He had been in earnest.
The slow-walking riders have melted away.
But they have heard enough. A Danish rider is the chosen one today.
This can only mean Vingegaard!
Okay, but let's see if they're right.
They are! Not only does Vingegaard solo to victory in Hautacam, but before that, on the Col de Spandelles, he waited for Tadej, who had crashed.
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