I rolled the dice out on the table, and I don't think anyone in the room breathed, except Dori. One of them fell almost solid. A five.
The other die spun and tumbled. A two would ruin me. A one would ruin Odaan. Anything else would just postpone the inevitable.
The die slowed, bouncing.
"Take it, Dori!" I prayed silently. And Dori took it.
The die had almost settled when it was nudged, almost as by a physical push. It rolled over slowly—to the two! It teetered on the farther edge of the two, it appeared about to settle back ... and it rolled on over to the one.
A five and a one lay there on the dice. A single black dot and a five on the white dice. A six. I had won!
"A six," I said. "Odaan, you're a guest in my house."
Odaan sat there as if hypnotized, unable to take his eyes from the little black and white cubes.
"They ... they rolled like loaded dice!" he exclaimed in a voice that was barely audible.
"They're your dice, Odaan," I said.