“Moiraine watches me,” Mat said bitterly. “And when she isn't, she has somebody else doing it.”
“I know. Aes Sedai don't like to let someone go once they lay hands on them.” It was more than that, he was sure, more than what was openly known, certainly, but Mat denied any such thing, and no one else who knew was talking either, if anyone besides Moiraine did know. It hardly mattered. He liked Mat — he even owed him, in a fashion — but Mat and his troubles were a streetcorner fare compared to Rand. “But I cannot believe she really has someone watching you all the time.”
“As good as. She's always asking people where I am, what I'm doing. It gets back to me. Do you know anybody who won't tell an Aes Sedai what she wants to know? I don't. As good as being watched.”
“You could avoid eyes if you put your mind to it. I've never seen anyone as good at sneaking about as you. I mean that as a compliment.”
“Something always comes up,” Mat muttered. “There's so much gold to be had here. And there's a bigeyed girl in the kitchens who likes a little kiss and tickle, and one of the maids has hair like silk, to her waist, and the roundest....” He trailed off as if he had suddenly realized how foolish he sounded.
“Have you considered that maybe it's because —”
“If you mention ta'veren, Thom, I'm leaving.”
Thom changed what he had been going to say. “— that maybe it's because Rand is your friend and you don't want to desert him?”
“Desert him!” The boy jumped up, kicking over the stool. “Thom, he is the bloody Dragon Reborn! At least, that's what he and Moiraine say. Maybe he is. He can channel, and he has that bloody sword that looks like glass. Prophecies! I don't know. But I know I would have to be as crazy as these Tairens to stay.” He paused. “You don't think.... You don't think Moiraine is keeping me here, do you? With the Power?”
“I do not believe she can,” Thom said slowly. He knew a good bit about Aes Sedai, enough to have some idea how much he did not know, and he thought he was right on this.
Mat raked his fingers through his hair. “Thom, I think about leaving all the time, but.... I get these strange feelings. Almost as if something was going to happen. Something.... Momentous; that's the word. It's like knowing there'll be fireworks for Sunday, only I don't know what it is I'm expecting. Whenever I think too much about leaving, it happens. And suddenly I've found some reason to stay another day. Always just one more bloody day. Doesn't that sound like Aes Sedai work to you?”
Thom swallowed the word ta'veren and took his pipe from between his teeth to peer into the smoldering tabac. He did not know much about ta'veren, but then no one did except the Aes Sedai, or maybe some of the Ogier. “I was never much good at helping people with their problems.” And worse with my own, he thought. “With an Aes Sedai close to hand, I'd advise most people to ask her for help.” Advice I'd not take myself.
“Ask Moiraine!”
“I suppose that is out of the question in this case. But Nynaeve was your Wisdom back in Emond's Field. Village Wisdoms are used to answering people's questions, helping with their problems.”
Mat gave a raucous snort of laughter. "And put up with one of her lectures about drinking and gambling and...? Thom, she acts like I'm ten years old.
Sometimes I think she believes I'll marry a nice girl and settle down on my father's farm."
“Some men would not find it an objectionable life,” Thom said quietly.
“Well, I would. I want more than cows and sheep and tabac for the rest of my life. I want — ” Mat shook his head. “All these holes in memory. Sometimes I think if I could just fill them in, I'd know.... Burn me, I don't know what I'd know, but I know I want to know it. That's a twisty riddle, isn't it?”
“I'm not certain even an Aes Sedai can help with that. A gleeman surely can't.”“I said no Aes Sedai!”
Thom sighed. “Calm yourself, boy. I was not suggesting it.”
“I am leaving. As soon as I can fetch my things and find a horse. Not a minute longer.”
“In the middle of the night? The morning will do.” He refrained from adding, If you really do leave. “Sit down. Relax. We'll play a game of stones. I have a jar of wine here, somewhere.”
Mat hesitated, glancing at the door. Finally he jerked his coat straight. “The morning will do.” He sounded uncertain, but he picked up the overturned stool and set it beside the table. “But no wine for me,” he added as he sat down. “Strange enough things happen when my head is clear. I want to know the difference.”
Thom was thoughtful as he put the board and the bags of stones on the table. Just that easily the lad was diverted. Pulled along by an even stronger ta'veren named Rand al'Thor, was how Thom saw it. It occurred to him to wonder if he was caught in the same way. His life had certainly not been headed toward the Stone of Tear and this room when he first met Rand, but since then it had been twitched about like a kite string. If he decided to leave, say if Rand really had gone mad, would he find reasons to keep putting it off?
“What is this, Thom?” Mat's boot had encountered the writing case under the table. “Is it all right if I move it out of my way?”
“Of course. Go right ahead.” He winced inside as Mat shoved the case aside roughly with his foot. He hoped he had corked all the ink bottles tightly. “Choose,” he said, holding out his fists.
Mat tapped the left, and Thom opened it to reveal a smooth black stone, flat and round. The boy chortled at having the first go and placed the stone on the crosshatched board. No one seeing the eagerness in his eyes would have suspected that only moments before he had been twice as eager to go. A greatness he refused to recognize clinging to his back, and an Aes Sedai intent on keeping him for one of her pets. The lad was well and truly caught.
If he was caught, too, Thom decided, it would be worth it to help one man, at least, keep free of Aes Sedai. Worth it, to make a payment on that fifteenyearold debt.
Suddenly and strangely content, he set a white stone. “Did I ever tell you,” he said around his pipestem, “about the wager I once made with a Domani woman? She had eyes that could drink a man's soul, and an oddlooking red bird she had bought off a Sea Folk ship. She claimed it could tell the future. This bird had a fat yellow beak nearly as long as its body, and it....”
Chapter 5