“Hello, Hawkwing,” Mat called. “Gambler,” Hawkwing replied. “Do take better care of what has been allotted you. Almost, I worried we would not be summoned for this fight.” Mat let out a relaxing breath. “Bloody ashes, Hawkwing! You needn’t have drawn it out like that, you bloody goat-kisser. So you fight for us?” “Of course we fight for the Light,” Hawkwing said. “We would never fight for the Shadow.” “But I was told—” Mat began. “You were told wrong,” Hawkwing said.
