"Swords, flush," Lucius said, with an understated pride, letting the cards fall neatly onto the table in front of him. "Appropriate, don't you think? Considering." He wasn't a superstitious man, but it was nice when these things aligned themselves so pleasantly. He knew just where the dagger belonged, too - there was a glass cabinet in the front hall that had always had an irritatingly empty corner. Keeping up the house was practically a full-time job; there was always something needed just that last little touch.