Luck in the Shadows

back to his ear while the bowyer stretched a measuring line between the back of his left forefinger and the angle of his jaw below his right eye.
    "Either of these would do for you," Radly concluded, "or that there." He pointed to one on the table that Alec had passed over.
    "I'll go with these two," Alec said, sticking by his first choice.
    Radly held the bows up side by side. "Have a look at the plates."
    The shop mark, a black yew scrimshawed into the ivory, seemed almost identical until he pointed out a tiny R visible in the crown of the tree on both of Alec's choices, indicating that they were the work of the master bowyer and not one of his assistants.
    "You've a good eye for a youngster," said the bowyer. "Come and try them."
    Radly strung the bows, then led the way out through the workshop and into the alley beyond.
    At the far end, several targets had been set up.
    The first was a simple bull's-eye painted on a cross section of a large log. The second was another bull, but to reach the center of it the arrow had to pass straight through three iron rings hung from wickets between the target and the archer. The last was simply eight long willow wands stuck upright in the ground.
    "What's all this?" Seregil whispered as the bowyer went to adjust the wands.
    "I've heard it said that he won't sell a Black to anyone who can't hit all three targets," Alec whispered back, strapping a leather guard to his left forearm.
    Returning, Radly handed him a quiver of arrows.
    "Now then, let's see you shoot."
    Selecting his first shaft with care, Alec sent it straight into the center of the first bull. Using the second bow, he repeated the feat easily, shaving some of the fletching off the first shaft.
    At the next target, his first arrow glanced off a ring and fell short. Looking up at the clear blue sky, he drew in a deep breath, letting the necessary calm flow through him. On the second try he shot true, then repeated the shot just to be sure.
    Switching to the other bow, he made three clean shots in quick succession.
    It was a good day for shooting, he decided, relaxing into the almost supernatural sense of calm and well-being that came over him at such times. Moving to face the last target, he let fly four arrows in quick succession, hitting every other wand and nipping each off at nearly the same height.
    Behind him, Seregil let out a low whistle of appreciation, but Alec kept his eye on the targets.
    Changing bows, he quickly hit the remaining wands, shearing them off at a different height. As he lowered the bow, applause erupted behind him and he turned to find Seregil, Radly, and several apprentices grinning approval.
    Blushing, he muttered, "I guess I'll take this one."
    Seregil's afternoon foray was a success; he returned with the news that they were to entertain at the mayor's banquet that evening. As soon as he'd made apologies to the innkeeper, he dragged Alec off to a nearby bathhouse, then back to their room to put the final touches on his grooming.
    "You look better in this than I do," Seregil remarked as he adjusted Alec's sash.
    Alec wore "Aren's" second-best garments: a long tunic of fine blue wool edged with embroidered bands
    along the hem and sleeves. One of the scullery girls had been paid to burnish his boots to a respectable shine.
    Seregil himself was magnificent in a crimson tunic bordered with an intricate black and white pattern at neck, sleeves, and hem. His dark hair was bound back with a thin band of scarlet and black silk twisted into an elaborate knot at the back. Draping a new cloak of rich midnight blue gracefully over one shoulder, he pinned it in place with a heavy silver brooch.
    "While I was striking the bargain for our wages with the mayor's bailiff I was able to quiz him on the guests," Seregil told him. "Lord Boraneus, ostensibly a trade envoy, is the head of the Plenimaran expedition. There's another noble, a Lord Trygonis, who also seems to have some pull, though he doesn't say much. With a little sweet talk to one of the house maids I also found out that Boraneus and Trygonis are housed in the best front rooms on the second floor. Besides the usual honor guard at the banquet, I imagine there'll be plenty of soldiers scattered around outside. Now, are you absolutely certain you understand what we have to do tonight?"
    Alec was trying with little success to arrange the folds of his cloak in imitation of Seregil's. "We sing until everyone is well into the wine. You'll pause to tune