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And
,
in
Ham
Alley
,
Cripple
Wa
’
s
famous
floating
crap
game
was
just
getting
under
way
.
Several
dozen
cowled
figures
knelt
or
squatted
around
the
little
circle
of
packed
earth
where
Wa
’
s
three
eight
-
sided
dice
bounced
and
spun
their
misleading
lesson
in
statistical
probability
.
’
Three
!
’
’
Tuphal
’
s
Eyes
,
by
lo
!
’
’
He
’
s
got
you
there
,
Hummok
!
This
guy
knows
how
to
roll
his
bones
!
’
IT
’
S
A
KNACK
.
Hummok
M
’
guk
,
a
small
flat
-
faced
man
from
one
of
the
Hublandish
tribes
whose
skill
at
dice
was
famed
wherever
two
men
gathered
together
to
fleece
a
third
,
picked
up
the
dice
and
glared
at
them
.
He
silently
cursed
Wa
,
whose
own
skill
at
switching
dice
was
equally
notorious
among
the
cognoscenti
but
had
,
apparently
,
failed
him
,
wished
a
painful
and
untimely
death
on
the
shadowy
player
seated
opposite
and
hurled
the
dice
into
the
mud
.
’
Twenty
-
one
the
hard
way
!
’
Wa
scooped
up
the
dice
and
handed
them
to
the
stranger
.
As
he
turned
to
Hummok
one
eye
flickered
ever
so
slightly
.
Hummok
was
impressed
–
he
’
d
barely
noticed
the
blur
in
Wa
’
s
deceptively
gnarled
fingers
,
and
he
’
d
been
watching
for
it
.
It
was
disconcerting
the
way
the
things
rattled
in
the
stranger
’
s
hand
and
then
flew
out
of
it
in
a
slow
arc
that
ended
with
twenty
-
four
little
spots
pointing
at
the
stars
.
Some
of
the
more
streetwise
in
the
crowd
shuffled
away
from
the
stranger
,
because
luck
like
that
can
be
very
unlucky
in
Cripple
Wa
’
s
floating
crap
game
.
