"From you, I'll try to accept that as a compliment," Perrin said. He paused, then added, "It will be difficult."
Thorn chuckled. "He's right, though. You've changed. What happened to the soft-spoken, unsure boy I helped escape the Two Rivers?"
"He passed through the blacksmith's fire," Perrin said softly. Thom nodded, seeming to understand.
"And you, Mat?" Perrin said. "Can I do something to help you? Maybe let you Travel between tents?"
"No. I'll be fine."
"How are you going to protect yourself?"
"With my wits."
"Planning to find some of those, then?" Perrin said. "About time."
Mat snorted. "What is it with everyone and my wits lately? I'll be fine, trust me. Remind me to tell you about the night when I first figured out I could win whatever dice game I wanted to. It's a good story. Involves falling off bridges. One bridge, at least."
"Well . . . you could tell us now," Perrin said.
"Not the right time. Anyway, it doesn't matter. See, I'm leaving soon." Thom smelled excited.
"Perrin, you will lend us a gateway, won't you?" Mat asked. "Hate to leave the Band. They'll be inconsolable without me. At least they have those dragons to blow things up."
"But where are you going?" Perrin asked.
"Suppose I should explain it," Mat said. "That was the reason for meeting with you, aside from the amiable discourse and all." He leaned in. "Perrin, Moiraine is alive."
"What?"
"It's true," Mat said. "Or, well, we think it is. She sent Thom a letter, claiming she'd foreseen the battle with Lanfear, and knew that she would . . . Well, anyway, there's this tower west of here on the River Arinelle. It's made all of metal. It "
"The Tower of Ghenjei," Perrin said softly. "Yes, I know of it."
Mat blinked. "You do? Burn me. When did you get to be a scholar?"
"I've merely heard some things. Mat, that place is evil."
"Well, Moiraine is inside," Mat said. "Captured. I mean to get her back. I have to beat the snakes and the foxes. Bloody cheats."
"Snakes and foxes?" Perrin said.
Thom nodded. "The children's game is named after the things that live in the tower. So we think."
"I've seen them," Mat said. "And . . . well, there's really not time for that now."
"If you're going to rescue her," Perrin said, "perhaps I could come. Or at least send one of the Asha'man."
"I'll take a gateway gladly," Mat said. "But you can't come, Perrin.
Moiraine explained it in her letter. Only three can come, and I know already who they have to be." He hesitated. "Olver is going to bloody kill me fot not taking him, you know."
"Mat," Perrin said, shaking his head. "You're not making any sense."
Mat sighed. "Let me tell you the whole story, then." He eyed the pitcher of ale. "We're going to need more of that, and you'd better tell Grady you'll be some time yet . . ."
CHAPTER 48
Near Avendesora