for you, Hool, acting like a human is an integral part of the plan. Iâve gone to some lengths to make this work, now, so donât let your negative attitude get in the way.â
Artus shook his head. âHow can we avoid them if they already see the future? I donât get itâÂhow will Hool acting like a human fool anybody? Wonât they be using magicâÂwonât she be detected?â
Tyvian grinned. âOf course she will. My plan relies upon that fact, actually.
This time both Artus and Hool spoke in unison. âWhat?â
âIn fact,â Tyvian said, delighted at their reaction and not quite willing to let them off the hook, âin Derby I sent letters ahead of us to Âpeople I know to be Defender informants, saying that I and my companions intend to cross into Saldor via spirit engine, and that we will all be wearing shrouds, so they will definitely be looking for us, and whatâs more, Iâve already furnished them with a description of all three members of our party.â
There was dead silence for a few moments as Tyvian waited for them to catch up. Hool got there first. âThere are four of us.â
Artus was a close second. âWe arenât all wearing shrouds.â
Tyvian nodded. âMy mother perhaps said it best: a little misinformation will go a long, long way. Furthermore, by letting them know who they think they are looking for, they wonât bother to scry the future, since scrying is an inexact science, at best.â
Hool narrowed her eyes at him, which on her shroud Tyvian thought was a very fetching expression. âExplain. Donât make it confusing.â
Tyvian took the teapot from Hool and held it over the map. âWhen I pour this, which way will the tea go?â
Artus frowned. âIt could run in almost any direction, I guess. Whichever way is downhill.â
Tyvian nodded, âAnd, given the rocking of the train on its tracks, what constitutes âdownhillâ at any moment is subject to random chance. So . . .â Tyvian let a drop of tea fall on the oilcloth map. It beaded up and ran toward Hool. He repeated the process, and this time it ran toward himself. âIt could be different every time. Scrying works similarlyâÂthe future is wide-Âopen, not predetermined. Auguries are not destinies, my friends. However, they are pretty good predictors of likely events. Somebody unaware that they were being scryed and contemplating murder can be predicted as committing the murder sometime in the futureâÂthat much is easyâÂbut predicting when they will murder and how is far less precise, since those things rely on chance as much as planning. Furthermore, if the murderer is aware Âpeople are trying to predict his behavior, he can alter it, therefore making it even harder to scry accurately. This means that even talented augursâÂsuch as the ones employed by the DefendersâÂwill only be able to predict an action with any specificity sometimes less than an hour beforehand. This makes interception a rather dicey proposition.â
âSo, I still donât understand what weâre going to do.â Artus rubbed his head and stared down at the map as though it might have Tyvianâs plan scrawled into a corner somewhere. âDonât telling them where to find us still kinda screw us over?â
Tyvian sighed. âThe description I gave in the letters depicts me as a middle-Âaged man with a spreading paunch, a nice jacket, and a guild medallion around my neck. Now, Artus, how many such gentlemen are currently aboard this spirit engine?â
âA lotâÂat least six or seven, I think.â
âThere are seven, and good for you for noticingâÂitâs those eyes of yours that make me keep you around. Itâs no accident itâs that many eitherâÂwhat Iâve just described is at least fifty percent of the fellows
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