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

by Robert Jordan

“I don’t care if she has the Creator himself with her,” Mat snapped, walking back toward the balcony. “I’m going to go sit her down and explain some things to her.” Selucia followed and leaned against the doorway, raising a skeptical gaze to him. “Well, maybe I won’t sit her down, really,” Mat said, looking through the open screen at the gardens below. “But I will explain to her—logically—why she can’t just go wandering in the night like this. At least, I’ll mention it to her. Blood and bloody ashes. We really are high up, aren’t we?” “Normal people use stairs.” “Every soldier in the city is looking for me,” Mat said. “I think Galgan is trying to make me vanish.” Selucia pursed her lips. “You didn’t know about this?” Mat asked. She hesitated, then shook her head. “It’s not impossible that Galgan would be on the watch for you. The Prince of the Ravens would be competition, under normal circumstances. He is general of our armies, but that is a task often assigned to the Prince of the Ravens.” Prince of the Ravens. “Don’t bloody remind me,” Mat said. “I thought that was my title when I was married to the Daughter of the Nine Moons. It hasn’t changed at her elevation?” “No,” Selucia said. “Not yet.”