Luck in the Shadows

the arrangement.
    A broad collar of gold and rubies caught the light from the lamp on the desk, sending ruddy spangles of light across a large lump of baked mud that might have been either a crude bowl or some sort of nest.
    On the section of wall that jutted into the room to the left of the entrance hung a collection of weapons, mostly swords and knives, apparently chosen for their unusual design and ornamentation. Beyond it, near
    the corner, was another door. Trunks and chests stood everywhere-along the base of walls, stacked in corners, under tables. Statues peered out from odd corners some lovely, some grotesque.
    Eclectic to the point of eccentricity, the overall effect of the room was nevertheless one of warmth and cluttered, haphazard grace.
    "This is like the Orлska House museum!" Alec exclaimed, shaking his head. "Where did you ever get all this?"
    "Stole some of it." Seregil settled on the couch in front of the fire. "That statue by the front door came from an ancient temple Micum and I unearthed for Nysander, up in the eastern foothills of the Asheks. That one there by the bedroom door was the gift of an admirer." He pointed out a beautifully rendered mermaid of marble and green jade. The sea maiden rose from the crest of a wave that partially covered her scaled lower body, one hand across her breast, the other sweeping her heavy hair back from her face.
    "The red tapestry there between the bookcases I found among the possessions of a Zengati bandit I killed after he ambushed me," Seregil continued, looking around.
    "Those locks over the table? You'll get to know those well enough before I'm done with you. As for the rest—"
    He gave a rather rueful smile. "Well, I'm a bit of a magpie. I just can't resist anything unusual or shiny.
    Most of it's trash, really. I keep meaning to chuck most of it out. The only thing of true value is one you can take away with you in a hurry."
    "At least there aren't any crawling hands." Alec glanced over at the shelves again. "Are there?"
    "I'm no more fond of that sort of thing than you are, believe me."
    Still gazing around, it occurred to Alec that something was wrong with the room.
    "The windows!" He leaned over the desk to look out.
    "I didn't see any windows from outside."
    "Nysander did an obscuration on them, like with the scar on my chest," explained Seregil. "The windows are undetectable from the outside, unless you happened to climb out through one. And even then it would look like you were coming out the side of the building."
    "There must be a lot of magic in the city."
    "Not really. It doesn't come cheap, and the Orлska wizards won't hire out to just anyone. But you do run into it now and then, so it's always wise to be careful."
    The room was beginning to warm up now. Dropping his cloak over the mermaid's upraised arm, Seregil picked up a small silver lamp and opened the room's other door. "Come in here, there's something else I need to show you."
    The room was a bedchamber, though its dimensions were hard to guess, crammed as it was with wardrobes, chests, crates, and still more books. An ornate bed hung with gold and green velvet stood against the wall in the far corner.
    "That's yours?" Alec asked, never having seen the like.
    "Won it in a dice game." Wending his way across the room, Seregil looked around for a place to set the lamp, finally balanced it on a pile of books crowding the back of the washstand.
    "That's the garderobe there, by the way." He indicated a narrow door barely visible between a wardrobe and a stack of boxes, watching with amusement as Alec explored the wonder of an indoor privy. "Mind you don't drop anything down the hole; if it goes through the grate, it's straight down to the sewers below. Here, this is what I wanted to show you."
    Climbing across the enormous bed, Seregil hauled up the velvet curtain and guided Alec's hand between the mattress and the wall. A small knob was hidden in the woodwork of the paneling. Alec pressed it and heard a faint click; the section of paneling in front of them swung back, letting in a puff of cold air from the darkness beyond.
    "This is the back door, in case you ever need it."
    Seregil climbed through the opening into another attic storeroom. "You have to know the command word to get into the bedroom from this side. It's nordsthu carifventua."
    "I'll never remember all that!" Alec groaned, following.
    "Oh, you'll learn," Seregil assured him, going to a door in the left wall, "or you'll spend