Towers of midnight

It was the face that was most distinctive. Large, u

It had come to play with the mice.

"There is no bargain this way," Mat said, trying to keep the nervousness from his voice. "We can bloody bring what we want."

"Having no bargain is dangerous," the Eelfi

"Well, then," Mat said. "Do it."

"Leave your iron," the Eelfi

"Never," Mat said.

The Eelfi

"Come now," it said. "Can we not speak with civility? You have come to our realm seeking. We have power to grant what you wish, what you need. Why not show good faith? Leave behind your implements of fire. Those only, and I promise to lead you for a time."

Its voice was hypnotic, soothing. It did make sense. What need had they of fire? It was light enough with that mist. It…

"Thom," Mat said. "Music."

"What?" Thom said, shaking a little bit.

"Play anything. It doesn't matter what."

Thom took out his flute, and the Eelfi

"This isn't needed," the Eelfi

"Yes it is," Mat said. "And we're not bloody leaving our fire. Not unless you promise to take us all the way to the central chamber and give us back Moiraine."

"I ca

"Bring someone who can."

"Impossible," the Eelfi

The creature was obviously trying to lull them again, but its cadence was off, at odds with Thom's playing. Mat watched it, then began to sing along with the flute playing. He did not have the best voice among those he knew, but he was not terrible either. The Eelfi

Thom lowered the flute form his lips, looking impressed.

"Nicely done," Noal whispered. "I had no idea you were so fluent in the Old Tongue."

Mat hesitated. He had not even realized they had been speaking in it.

"My Old Tongue is rusty," Noal said, rubbing his chin, "but I caught a lot of that. Problem is, we still don't know the way through this place. How will we make our way without one of them to guide us?"

He was right. Birgitte had wandered for months, never knowing if her goal was merely a few steps away. The chamber where Mat had met the Eelfi

Poor Moiraine. She had come through one of the red doorways; she should have been protected by whatever treaty the Eelfi

When Mat had come originally, they had praised him as wise for thinking to ask for a leave-taking. Though he grumbled, still, about the Eelfi

If Moiraine had not known this, and had not asked for passage out as he had done… or if she had asked for passage back to the doorway, not knowing it had been destroyed…

Mat had asked for a way out. They had given it to him, but he could not remember what it was. Everything had gone black, and he had awakened hanging from the ashandarei.

Mat pulled something from his pocket, holding it tightly in his fist. "The Aelfi

"One way," Noal said. "Four choices, followed by four choices, followed by four choices… The odds against us are incredible!"

"Odds," Mat said, holding out his hand. He opened it, revealing a pair of dice. "What do I care for odds?"

The two looked at his ivory dice, then looked back up at his face. Mat could feel his luck surge. "Twelve pips. Three for each doorway. If I roll a one, a two, or a three, we go straight. Four, five, or six, we take the right path, and so on."

"But Mat," Noal whispered, glancing at the sleeping Eelfi

"You don't understand, Noal," Mat said, tossing the dice to the floor. They rattled against the scale-like tiles, clacking like teeth. "It doesn't matter what is likely. Not when I'm around."

The dice came to a rest. One of them caught in a rut between two tiles and froze precariously, one of the corners to the air. The other came to rest with a single pip showing.

"How about that, Noal," Thom said. "Looks like he can roll a one after all."

"Now that's something," Noal said, rubbing his chin.

Mat fetched his ashandarei, then picked up the dice and walked straight ahead. The others followed, leaving the sleeping Eelfi

At the next intersection, Mat rolled again, and got a nine. "Back the way we came?" Thom asked, frowning. "That's—"

"Just what we're going to do," Mat said, turning and going back. In the other room, the sleeping Eelfi

"They could have wakened him," Noal pointed out.

"Or it could be a different room," Mat said, tossing the dice again. Another nine. He was facing the way he had come, so a nine meant going back again. "The Aelfi

"Rules have to make sense, Mat," Noal said.

"They have to be consistent," Mat said. "But they don't have to follow our logic. Why should they?"

It made sense to him. They ran for a time—this hallway seemed much longer than the others. He was starting to feel winded when he reached the next room. He tossed the dice again, but suspected what he would see Nine. Back to the first room again.

"Look, this is foolish!" Noal said as they turned and ran back the other way. "We're never going to get anywhere this way!"

Mat ignored him, continuing to run. Soon they approached the first room again.

"Mat," Noal said, pleadingly. "Can we at least…"

Noal trailed off as they burst into the first chamber. Only it was not the first chamber. This room had a white floor, and was enormous, with thick, black columns rising toward an unseen ceiling far above.