“These damnable mathmagicians have put us together, you know.” I knew Yusuf had let me go too easily. Jorg gave no sign of having heard me. I wondered if he’d passed out. A long pause turned into midnight, as it often does when you’re very drunk. The distant hour bell jolted him into speech. “I’ve made plenty of seers eat their predictions.” “Got their sums wrong this time though—I’m no use to you. It should have been my sister. She was to have been the
