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h gilt。 A small door near the bed led to a cramped room for Nerim; which the fellow seemed to think was excellent despite a narrow bed and no window。 Mat's rooms all had tall arched windows letting onto white wrought…iron balconies that overlooked the Mol Hara。 The stand…lamps were gilded; and so were the mirror frames; there were two mirrors in the sulking room; three in the sitting room; and four in the bedchamber。 The clock … a clock! … on the marble mantel above the fireplace in the sitting room sparkled with gilt; as well。 The washbasin and pitcher were red Sea Folk porcelain。 He was almost disappointed to discover that the chamber pot under the bed was only plain white pottery。 There was even a shelf in the large sitting room with a full dozen books。 Not that he read much。
   Even given the jarring colors of walls and ceilings and floor tiles; the rooms shouted rich。 Any other time; he would have danced a jig。 Any time when he was not aware that a woman with chambers right down the hall wanted to stick him in hot water and put a bellows to the fire。 If Teslyn or Merilille or one of that lot did not manage it first despite his medallion。 Why had the dice in his head stopped tumbling as soon as Elayne mentioned these bloody rooms? Curiosity。 He had heard a saying on several women's lips back home; usually when he had done something that looked fun at the time。 〃Men teach cats curiosity; but cats keep sense for themselves。〃
   〃I'm no bloody cat;〃 he muttered; stalking out of the bedchamber into the sitting room。 He just had to know; that was all。
   〃Of course you're not a cat;〃 Tylin said。 〃You're a succulent little duckling; is what you are。〃
   Mat gave a start and stared。 Duckling? And a little duckling; at that! The woman stood well short of his shoulder。 Indignation or no indignation; he managed an elegant bow anyway。 She was the Queen; he had to remember that。 〃Majesty; thank you for these wonderful apartments。 I'd love to talk with you; but I have to go out and … 〃
   Smiling; she advanced across the red…and…green floor tiles; layered blue and white silk petticoats swishing; large dark eyes fixed on him。 He had no desire at all to look at the marriage knife nestled in her generous cleavage。 Or the larger; gem…studded dagger thrust behind an equally gem…studded belt。 He backed away。
   〃Majesty; I have an important … 〃
   She started humming。 He recognized the tune; he had hummed it to a few girls lately。 He was wise enough not to try actually singing with his voice; and besides; the words they used in Ebou Dar would have singed his ears。 Around here; they called it 〃I Will Steal Your Breath with Kisses。〃
   Laughing nervously; he tried to put a lapis…inlaid table between them; but she somehow got around it first without seeming to increase her speed。 〃Majesty; I … 〃
   She laid a hand flat on his chest; back…heeled him into a high…backed chair; and plumped herself down on his lap。 Between her and the chair arms; he was trapped。 Oh; he could have picked her up and set her on her feet quite easily。 Except that she did have that bloody big dagger in her belt; and he doubted his manhandling her would be as acceptable to her as her manhandling him seemed to be。 This was Ebou Dar; after all; where a woman killing a man was justified until proven otherwise。 He could have picked her up easily; except。。。
   He had seen fishmongers in the city selling peculiar creatures called squid and octopus … Ebou Dari actually ate the things! … but they had nothing on Tylin。 The woman possessed ten hands。 He thrashed about; vainly trying to fend her off; and she laughed softly。 Between kisses; he breathlessly protested that someone might walk in; and she just chuckled。 He babbled his respect for her crown; and she chortled。 He claimed betrothal to a girl back home who held his heart in her hands。 She really laughed at that。
   〃What she does not know cannot harm her;〃 she murmured; her twenty hands not slowing for an instant。
   Someone knocked at the door。
   Prying his mouth free; he shouted; 〃Who is it?〃 Well; it was a shout。 A high…pitched shout。 He was out of breath; after all。
   Tylin was off his lap and three paces away so fast it seemed she was just here then there。 The woman had the nerve to give him a reproachful look! And then she made a kiss at him。
   That barely left her lips before the door opened; and Thom stuck his head in。 〃Mat? I wasn't sure that was you。 Oh! Majesty。〃 For a scrawny old gleeman with pretensions; Thom could flourish a bow with the best in spite of his limp。 Juilin could not; but he snatched off his ridiculous red hat and did what he could。 〃Forgive us。 We won't disturb … 〃 Thom began; but Mat broke in hurriedly。
   〃e in; Thom!〃 Snatching his coat back all the way on; he started to stand; then realized that somehow the bloody woman had untied the waist of his breeches without him noticing。 These two might miss that his shirt was undone to his belly; but they would not miss his breeches falling off。 Tylin's blue dress was not mussed at all! 〃Juilin; e in!〃
   〃I am glad you find the rooms acceptable; Master Cauthon;〃 Tylin said; dignity incarnate。 Except for her eyes; anyway; when she stood so Thom and Juilin could not see them。 Her eyes laced innocuous words with added meaning。 〃I look forward to having your pany with pleasure; I shall find it interesting; having a ta'veren where I can reach out and touch him at will。 But I must leave you to your friends; now。 No; do not stand; please。〃 That with just the hint of a mocking smile。
   〃Well; boy;〃 Thom said; knuckling his mustaches when she was gone; 〃there's luck for you; being weled with open arms by the Queen herself。〃 Juilin became very interested in his cap。
   Mat eyed them warily; mentally daring them to say a word more … just one word! … but once he asked after Nynaeve and Elayne; he quit worrying what they suspected。 The women were not back。 He almost leaped up; breeches or no。 They were trying to wiggle out of their agreement already; he had to explain what he meant in between their outbursts of incredulity; in between expressing his opinions of Nynaeve bloody al'Meara and Elayne bloody Daughter…Heir。 Not much chance they would have gone off to the Rahad without him; but he would not put it past them to try their hand spying on Carridin。 Elayne would demand a confession and expect the man to break down; Nynaeve would try to beat one out of him。
   〃I doubt they are bothering Carridin;〃 Juilin said; scratching behind his ear。 〃I believe Aviendha and Birgitte are taking a look at him; from what I heard。 We didn't see them go。 I do not think you need to worry about him knowing what he's seeing even if he walks right by them。〃 Thom; pouring himself a golden goblet of the wine punch that Mat had found waiting; took up the explanation。
   Mat put a hand over his eyes。 Disguises made with the Power; no wonder they had slipped away like snakes whenever they wanted。 Those women were going to make trouble。 That was what women did best。 It hardly surprised him to learn that Thom and Juilin knew less about this Bowl of the Winds than he did。
   After they left to ready themselves for a trip to the Rahad; he had time to set his clothes to rights before Nynaeve and Elayne came back。 He had time to check on Olver; in his room one floor down。 The boy's skinny frame had fleshed out somewhat; with Enid and the rest of the cooks at The Wandering Woman stuffing him; but he would always be short even for a Cairhienin; and if his ears shrank to half their size and his mouth to half its width; his nose would still stop him well short of handsome。 No fewer than three serving women fussed over him while he sat cross…legged on his bed。
   〃Mat; doesn't Haesel have the most beautiful eyes?〃 Olver said; beaming at the big…eyed young woman Mat had met the last time he came to the palace。 She beamed back and ruffled the boy's hair。 〃Oh; but Alis and Loya are so sweet; I could never choose。〃 A plump woman just short of her middle years looked up from unpacking Olver's saddlebags to give him a broad grin; and a slender girl with bee…stung lips patted the towel she had just put on his washstan

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