“We need Mat Cauthon’s bloody luck today,” Birgitte muttered. “You said something like that before,” Elayne said. “What do you mean?” Birgitte gave her a peculiar look. The bond carried . . . amusement! “Have you ever seen him dicing?” “I hardly spend much time in places where there’s dicing, Birgitte.” “Let’s just say he’s luckier than any other man I’ve ever met.”
