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d two bridges before entering a large shop where she was greeted with smiles by a skinny bowing fellow and began supervising the loading of lacquered boxes and trays into sawdust…filled baskets that were then loaded into a wagon。 By what he heard； she hoped to fetch a pretty piece of silver with them in Andor。 Mat barely managed to escape without buying a box。 So much for random luck。
No one else had any either。 Nynaeve and Elayne and Aviendha made their pilgrimages to the streets around Carridin's small palace without seeing anyone they recognized； which frustrated them no end。 They still refused to say who； it hardly mattered； since the people were not to be seen。 That was what they said； showing him enough teeth for six women。 The grimaces were supposed to be smiles； he thought。 It was a shame Aviendha seemed to have fallen in with the other two so thoroughly； but there was a moment when he was pressing them for an answer； and Elayne snapped at him； staring down her nose； and the Aiel woman whispered something in her ear。
〃Forgive me； Mat；〃 Elayne said earnestly； her face going so red her hair seemed to pale。 〃I humbly beg pardon for speaking so。 I。。。 will beg on my knees； if you wish。〃 No surprise that her voice faltered at the end。
〃No need for that；〃 he said faintly； trying not to goggle。 〃You're forgiven； it was nothing。〃 The oddest thing； though； Elayne looked at Aviendha the whole time she spoke to him and did not twitch an eyelid when he replied； but she heaved a great sigh of relief when Aviendha nodded。 Women were just strange。
Thom reported that Carridin gave to beggars frequently； and aside from that； every scrap of word about him in Ebou Dar was the kind to be expected； depending on whether the speaker thought Whitecloaks were murderous monsters or the true saviors of the world。 Juilin learned that Carridin had purchased a plan of the Tarasin Palace； which might indicate some Whitecloak intention toward Ebou Dar and might indicate that Pedron Niall wanted a palace for himself and intended to copy the Tarasin。 If he still lived； rumors had sprung up in the city that he was dead； but then； half said Aes Sedai had killed him and half said Rand had； which showed their worth。 Neither Juilin or Thom had scuffed up a pebble concerning a white…haired old man with a much…worn face。
Frustration with Carridin； frustration with watching the bloody house； and as far as the palace went。。。
Mat found out how things were to go that first night when he finally got back to his rooms。 Olver was there； already fed and curled up in a chair with The Travels of Jain Farstrider by the light of the stand…lamps； and not at all upset over being moved out of his own room。 Madic had been as good as his word； as good as the gold he stuffed in his pouch； anyway。 The sulking room now held Olver's bed。 Just let Tylin try anything with a child watching her！ The Queen had not been idle either； though。 He sneaked down to the kitchens like a fox； slipping from corner to corner； flashing down stairs … and found there was no food to be had。
Oh； the smell of cooking permeated the air； roasts turning on spits in the big fireplaces； pots bubbling atop the white…tiled stoves； and cooks kept popping open ovens to prod this or that。 There was just no food for Mat Cauthon。 Smiling women in pristine white aprons ignored his own smiles and put themselves in his way so he could not get near the sources of those wonderful smells。 They smiled and rapped his knuckles when he tried to snatch a loaf of bread or just a bit of honey…glazed turnip。 They smiled and told him he must not spoil his appetite if he was to eat with the Queen。 They knew。 Every last one of them knew！ His own blushes as much as anything else drove him back to his rooms； bitterly regretting that odorous fish at midday。 He locked the door behind him。 A woman who would starve a man might try anything。
He was lying on a green silk carpet playing Snakes and Foxes with Olver when the second note was slipped under his door。
I have been told it is more sporting to take a pigeon on the wing； to watch it flutter； but sooner or later； a hungry bird will fly to the hand。
〃What is it； Mat？〃 Olver asked。
〃Nothing。〃 Mat crumpled the note。 〃Another game？〃
〃Oh； yes。〃 The boy would play the fool game all day； given a chance。 〃Mat； did you try any of that ham they cooked tonight？ I never tasted anything … 〃
〃Just throw the dice； Olver。 Just throw the bloody dice。〃
ing back for his third night in the palace； he bought bread and olives and ewe's milk cheese on the way； which was just as well。 The kitchen still had its orders。 The bloody women actually laughed out loud while they wafted steaming platters of meats and fishes just beyond his reach and told him not to spoil his bloody appetite。
He maintained his dignity。 He did not grab a platter and run。 He made his finest leg； flourishing an imaginary cloak。 〃Gracious ladies； your warmth and hospitality overwhelm me。〃
His withdrawal would have gone a deal better if one of the cooks had not cackled at his back； 〃The Queen will feast on roast duckling soon enough； lad。〃 Very droll。 The other women roared so hard； they must have been rolling on the floor。 Very bloody droll。
Bread and olives and salty cheese made a fine meal； with a little water from his washstand to wash it down。 There had not been any wine punch in his room since that first day。 Olver tried to tell him about some sort of roasted fish with mustard sauce and raisins； Mat told him to practice his reading。
Nobody slipped a note under his door that night。 Nobody rattled the lock。 He began to think things might turn for the better。 Tomorrow was the Festival of Birds。 From what he had heard of the costumes some people wore； men and women both； it might be possible Tylin would find herself a new duckling to chase after。 Somebody might e out of that bloody house across from the Rose of the Elbar and hand him the bloody Bowl of the Winds。 Things just had to turn for the better。
When he woke for his third morning in the Tarasin Palace； the dice were rolling in his head。
Chapter 29
（Dragon's Fang）
The Festival of Birds
Waking to the dice； Mat considered going back to sleep until they went away； but at last he got up feeling grumpy。 As if he did not have more than enough on his plate already。 He chased Nerim away and dressed himself； eating the last of the bread and cheese from the night before while he did； then went to check on Olver。 The boy flashed between bursts of yanking on his clothes in a hurry to be out and stopping entirely with boot or shirt in hand to spout dozens of questions that Mat answered with half a mind。 No； they would not go racing today； and never mind the rich races at the Circuit of Heaven； north of the city。 Maybe they could go see the menagerie。 Yes； Mat would buy him a feathered mask for the festival。 If he ever got dressed。 That sent him into a flurry。
What really occupied Mat's thoughts were those bloody dice。 Why had they started up again？ He still did not know why they had before！
When Olver was finally clothed； he followed Mat into the sitting room bubbling with half…heard questions … and bumped him from behind when he stopped dead。 Tylin replaced the book Olver had been reading the night before on the table。
〃Majesty！〃 Mat's eyes darted to the door he had locked last night； now standing wide open。 〃What a surprise。〃 He pulled Olver around in front of him； between him and the woman's mocking smile。 Well； maybe it was not really mocking； but it surely seemed so right then。 She was certainly pleased with herself。 〃I was about to take Olver out。 To see the festival。 And some traveling menagerie。 He wants a feathered mask。〃 He snapped his mouth shut to stop babbling and started edging toward the door； using the boy as a shield。
〃Yes；〃 Tylin murmured； watching through her eyelashes。 She made no move to intervene； but her smile deepened； as if she was just waiting for his foot to land in the snare。 〃Much better if he has a panion； instead of running with the urchins； as I hear he does。 One hears a good deal about your lad。 Riselle？〃
A woman appeared in the doorway； and Mat gave a start。 A fanciful mask of swirling blue and golden feathers hid most of Riselle's face； but the feathers on the rest of her costume did not hide very much else。 She possessed the most spectacular bosom he had ever seen。
〃Olver；〃 she said； sinking to her knees； 〃would you like to walk out with me at festival？〃 She held up a mask like a red…and…green hawk； just the right size for a boy。
Before Mat could open his mouth； Olver broke free and rushed to her。 〃Oh； yes； please。 Thank you。〃 The ungrateful little lout laughed as she tied the hawk mask on his face and hugged him to her bosom。 Hand in hand； they ran out； leaving Mat gaping。
He recovered himself quickly enough when Tylin said； 〃Well for you I am not a jealous woman； my sweet。〃 She produced the long iron key to his door from behind her gold…and…silver belt； and then another just like it； waggling the pair at him。 〃People always keep ke