Luck in the Shadows

you always swear by Illior."
    "Where's that coin I gave you?" Taking it, Seregil turned it to the side with the crescent moon.
    "This is the most common sign of Illior. It symbolizes the partial revelation of a greater mystery. The Lightbearer sends dreams and magic, and watches over seers and wizards and even thieves. But Illior also sends madness and nightmares.
    "All the Four are a mix of good and ill, bane and blessing. Some even speak of them as both male or female rather than one or the other. The Immortals show us that it's the natural way of things that good and ill be mixed; separate one from the other and caret both lose their significance. That's the strength of the Four."
    "In other words, if some must be priests, then others must be murderers," Micum noted wryly.
    "Right, so my cheating in a fight is actually a sacred act."
    "But what about the other gods?" asked Alec. "Ashi, and Mor of the Birds, and Bilairy and all?"
    "Northern spirits and legends, for the most part,"
    Seregil said, rising to gather his belongings. "And Bilairy's just the gatekeeper of souls, making certain that none go in or out before the time appointed by the Maker. As far as I know, there was only one other god great enough to challenge the Four—an evil, dark one."
    "Seriamaius, you mean?" said Micum.
    Seregil made a hasty warding sign. "You know it's bad luck to speak the name of the Empty God! Even Nysander says so."
    "Illiorans!" the big man scoffed, nudging Alec. "They've got superstitious streaks a mile wide. It was all legends anyway, started by the necromancers back in the Great War. And good true steel took care of them."
    "Not without considerable help from drysians and wizards," Seregil replied. "And it took the Aurлnfaie to put an end to it."
    "But what about this other god?" asked Alec, feeling a chill go up his back. "Where did it come from if it wasn't part of the Four?"
    Seregil snugged down the straps of his pack.
    "It's said the Plenimarans brought the worship of the Empty God back from somewhere over the seas. It's supposed to have been a pretty unpleasant business, too—all kinds of nasty ceremonies. This deity
    was said to feed off the living energy of the world. He did grant uncanny powers to the faithful, but always at a terrible price. Still, there are always those who will seek such power, whatever the risk."
    "And this Empty God is supposed to have started that great war?"
    "The worship of that god would have been well established by that time—"
    "Sakor's Flame, Seregil, a man could grow old waiting for you to draw breath once you start talking!" Micum interrupted impatiently.
    "We've a long ride ahead of us, and horses to 'find. " Seregil made him a rude gesture, then went to the supply shelf and left a few coins.
    "We don't have much for the larder, but I think this will do." He replaced Erisa's feather token with a bit of knotted cord.
    Micum fished a fir cone from a pouch and added it to the collection. "We'll need a sign for you, now that you know the place," he said to Alec. "It's good manners to let others know when you've been here."
    Alec found a bit of fletching and placed it with the other things.
    Micum clapped him on the shoulder approvingly.
    "I guess I don't need to ask you to keep our secrets."
    Alec nodded awkwardly and turned to pick up his gear, hoping the others didn't see his embarrassed blush. Whoever these men really were, it felt good to have their trust.
    They left the woods as soon as it was dark and made their way back to the edge of the farmland surrounding the town. It was impossible not to leave a trail across the snow-covered fields, so they kept to the back roads and lanes as much as possible, eyeing each farm as they passed.
    As the last lights in the distant town winked out, Seregil paused on a rise overlooking a prosperous steading.
    "That's what we want," he said. "Dark house, big stable."
    "Good choice," said Micum, rubbing his hands cheerfully. "That's Doblevain's place. He breeds the best horses in the area. You see to the animals. Alec and I will find the tack."
    "All right," Seregil agreed. "Alec, we'll continue your education with a lesson in horse thieving."
    Keeping to the road and the trampled ground of the corral, they managed to leave almost no trail at all as they approached the stable. Just as they reached the door, however, two large mongrels came out of the shadows and advanced on them with raised hackles.
    Facing them calmly, Seregil spoke softly and