Oswin had covered a good stretch of ground, yet there was still no sign of Fay.
Back in the pavilion, Radeon and the disciples snacked while they watched the screens, almost like common spectators at a play.
Even so, Radeon's eyes were sharper than the rest. He was not merely watching Oswin fail to find Fay.
He was studying the shape of Fay's fortune. To him, luck was never just luck. It had kinds.
There was the simple kind, the dog shit sort that made a man stumble into profit without effort.
There was selfish luck, the kind that made one person seem blessed while everyone around him suffered for it.
And then there was Fay's kind.
Fay's luck brought adversity first. Sometimes it harmed others. Sometimes it harmed her too.
Only later did it open the way for reward.
