Luck in the Shadows

sight of him and broke into a broad, welcoming smile.
    "Hello, little Alec," Hwerlu called, lowering his harp. "You have the look of one in need of companionship. Come and sing with us."
    Alec accepted the invitation, surprised at how at ease he felt with the immense creatures. He and Hwerlu traded songs for a while, then Feeya attempted to teach him a few words of her flat, whistling language. With Hwerlu's help he managed to learn "water," "harp," "song," and "tree." He was just attempting «friend» when the centaurs suddenly raised their heads, listening.
    "That animal is being driven too hard," Hwerlu stated with a disapproving frown.
    Seconds later Alec's ears also picked up the distant staccato of a galloping horse. Looking out through the trees, he saw a rider heading for the main entrance of the House. As the man reined in and dismounted, his hood fell back from his face.
    "That's Micum," Alec exclaimed, setting off at a run. "Hey, Micum! Micum Cavish!"
    Already halfway up the stairs, Micum turned and waved to him.
    "Am I glad to see you!" cried Alec, noting as he clasped hands with him that Micum looked haggard, and that his clothing was stained and spattered with mud. "Seregil and Nysander wouldn't say so, but I think they were beginning to worry. It looks like you've had a hard ride."
    "I did," the big man answered. "How'd you and Seregil make out?"
    "We had some trouble on the way back, but he's fine now. I think he's with Nysander."
    "Trouble?" Micum frowned, glancing back at Alec as they hurried toward the wizard's tower.
    "What kind of trouble?"
    "Bad magic from that wooden thing. He got sick, but Nysander put him right. I'm just glad we got here soon enough. I still don't understand much of it, but Nysander and Seregil can tell you."
    "Let's find them, then. I've something I want you all to hear and I don't want to have to go through it a dozen times."
    Micum felt a rush of relief as Nysander let them in at the tower door. This was one Watcher report he was anxious to share the burden of.
    "Here you are at last!" said Nysander.
    "Is that Micum?" Seregil looked up from something on Nysander's desk, then hurried over to greet him. "Bilairy's Balls, man, you look like hell!"
    "So do you." Micum inspected Seregil with concern.
    He was thinner than ever, and looked tired in spite of his usual grin. "The boy here says you had some trouble on the road?"
    "I think it would be best if we heard your report first," said Nysander. "Come down to the sitting room, all of you."
    "All of them" didn't appear to include Thero, Micum noted as Nysander shut the study door.
    "Seregil, pour the wine," the wizard said, taking a seat by the fire. "Now, Micum, you have some news?"
    Micum dropped into the other armchair and accepted the cup gratefully. "Yes, and it's not good."
    "You found the place marked in the Fens, didn't you?" Seregil asked eagerly.
    "Yes. After Boersby, I rode to the southern end of the Fens. From what you'd told me, I figured the Plenimarans must have come up the Osk and followed the river trail in. I soon picked up word of them in the villages along that route. Mardus and his men had been through less than a month before."
    "The Blackwater Fens are a bad place to travel," Alec said, shaking his head. "One minute you're on solid ground, the next you're up to your waist in mud."
    "That's the truth. If the cold weather hadn't firmed the ground up as much as it had, I'd have lost my horse before I got out of there," Micum told him. "Mardus had gone clear into the heart of the Fens. It's a cursed waste of quaking bog in there. The villages had given out miles back, and I was about ready to turn back when I came upon a little settlement set up on a rise.
    "It was the usual sort of swamp village—just a dirty jumble of hovels clustered around a muddy track. A wooden causeway led into it and I was halfway across it when I felt something was wrong. There wasn't a soul in sight. You know how it is with these little villages—the minute a stranger turns up the dogs bark and the children run out to see who it is. But I couldn't see anyone around. There was no smoke, either, no sound of voices or work. But there were gathering baskets and nets by the doorways, like someone had just laid them aside. I thought maybe they were hiding at first, until I heard ravens making a racket nearby.
    "Looking around, I began to have an idea what I was going to find. The remains of three people were scattered down the other