The man with the organ in his hands is a haruspex. They all are: soothsayers reading the truth of the world from the bodies of dead things. Fish, sometimes. Cattle, often. Occasionally a man. I look down into the pool and hope that the human corpses come from accidents and natural deaths, that Megalos controls a hospital or has raided a mortuary. That he has not sent reivers out into the countryside to kidnap and murder.