“As she spoke, the dice started tumbling inside his head.”

“Time to toss the dice”

“Its time to role the dice.”

“Mat had tried to make her say she saw a hat floating around Mat's head. That would persuade Tuon to stop trying to get rid of his, would it not?”

“He pushed a hand inside the blankets to feel her cheek, her shoulder. Trickles of water ran across her face as her hair melted. He was cold, but she was ice. She needed every scrap of warmth he could find for her...His sense of touch, enhanced by the Void and saidin, soaked in the feel of her. Her skin made silt feel rough.”

“Those clouds above formed a pattern that looked familiar. Black on white, white on black.It's the symbol, she realized with a start. The ancient symbol of the Aes Sedai.Under this sign...shall he conquer.”

“Tuon's eyes snapped open, and despite the dim light, she focused directly on Mat. She saw the knife in his hand, ready to throw.Then she looked over her shoulder.”