A Memory of Light (Wheel of Time, #14; A Memory of Light, #3)

by Robert Jordan

She leveled a small crossbow at him, and Mat found himself smiling. “I knew it!” he exclaimed. “You’re a bodyguard. You always were.” Selucia scowled. “What are you doing here, you fool?” “Oh, just going for a stroll,” Mat said, picking himself up and sheathing his knife. “The night air is said to be good for a fellow. The sea breeze. That sort of thing.” “Did you climb up here?” Selucia asked, glancing over the side of the balcony, as if looking for a rope or ladder. “What? You don’t climb up normally? It’s very good for the arms. Improves grip.” She gave him a suffering look, and Mat found himself grinning. If Selucia was on the lookout for assassins, then Tuon was probably all right. He nodded toward the crossbow, which was still leveled toward him. “Are you going to…” She paused, then sighed and lowered it. “Many thanks,” Mat said. “You could put a man’s eye out with that thing, and normally I wouldn’t mind, but I’m running short on eyes these days.” “What did you do?” Selucia asked dryly. “Go dicing with a bear?” “Selucia!” Mat said, walking past her to enter the rooms. “That was quite near to a joke. I should think that, with a little effort, we might be able to grow you a sense of humor. That would be so unexpected, we could put you in a menagerie and charge money to see you. ‘Come see the marvelous laughing so’jhin. Two coppers only, tonight…’ ” “You bet the eye on something, didn’t you?” Mat stumbled, pushing open the door. He chuckled. Light! That was strangely c...