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〃I know they are inside the Stone。 And I know a small gate near the river where a thief…catcher can gain entrance with a prisoner； to take him to the cells。 The cells where they must be。 If you will trust me； gambler； I can take us that far。 What happens after that is up to chance。 Perhaps your luck will bring us out again alive。〃
〃I have always been lucky；〃 Mat said slowly。 Do I feel lucky enough to trust him？ He did not much like the idea of pretending to be a prisoner； it seemed too easy for pretense to bee reality。 But it seemed no bigger risk than trying to climb three hundred feet or more straight up in the dark。
He glanced toward the city wall； and stared。 Shadows flowed along it； dim shapes trotting。 Aiel； he was sure。 There must have been over a hundred。 They vanished； but now he could make out shadows moving on the cliff face that was the sheer side of the Stone of Tear。 So much for going up that way。 That one fellow earlier might have made it inside without raising an alarm … Rhuarc's armcry … but a hundred or more Aiel would have to be like sounding bells。 They might make a diversion； though。 If they caused a motion somewhere up there； inside the Stone； then whoever was guarding the cells might not pay as much attention to a thief…taker bringing a thief。
I might as well add a little to the confusion。 I worked hard enough on it。 〃Very well； thief…taker。 Just don't decide I am a real prisoner at the last minute。 We can start for your gate as soon as I stir the anthill a bit。〃 He thought Sandar frowned； but he did not mean to tell the man more than he had to。
Sandar followed him across the rooftops； climbing to higher levels as easily as he did。 The last roof was only a little lower than the top of the wall and ran right up to it； a matter of pulling himself up rather than climbing。
〃What are you doing？〃 Sandar whispered。
〃Wait here for me。〃
With the tin box dangling from one hand by its wire handle and his quarterstaff held horizontally in front of him； Mat took a deep breath and started toward the Stone。 He tried not to think of how far it was to the pavement below。 Light； the bloody thing is three feet wide！ I could walk it with a bloody blindfold； in my sleep！ Three feet wide； in the dark； and better than fifty feet to the pavement。 He tried not to think about Sandar not being there when he came back； either。 He was all but mitted to this fool notion of pretending to be a thief caught by the man； but it seemed all too probable that he would return to the roof to find Sandar gone； maybe bringing more men to make him a prisoner in truth。 Don't think about it。 just do the job at hand。 At least I'll finally see what it is like。
As he had suspected； there was an arrowslit in the wall of the Stone right at the end of the wall； a deep wedge cut into the rock holding a tall； narrow opening for an archer to shoot through。 If the Stone were attacked； the soldiers inside would want some way to stop any trying to follow this path。 The slit was dark； now。 There did not appear to be anyone watching。 That was something he had tried not to think about； too。
Quickly he set down the tin box at his feet； balanced his quarterstaff across the wall right against the side of the Stone； and unslung the bundle from his back。 Hurriedly he wedged it into the slit； forcing it in as far as he could； he wanted as much of the noise to be inside as he could manage。 Pulling aside a corner of the oiled cloth cover revealed knotted fuses。 After a little thinking； back in his room； he had cut the longer fuses to match the shortest； using the pieces to help tie all the fuses together。 It seemed they should all go off at once； and a bang…and…flash like that should be enough to pull everyone who was not pletely deaf。
The lid of the tin box was hot enough that he had to blow on his fingers twice before he could pry it off … he wished he had whatever Aludra's trick had been； lighting that lantern so easily … to expose the dark bit of charcoal inside； lying on a bed of sand。 The wire handle came off to make tongs； and a little blowing had the coal glowing red again。 He touched the hot coal to the knotted fuses； let tongs and coal fall over the side of the wall as the fuses hissed into flame； snatched up his quarterstaff and darted back along the wall。
This is crazy； he thought as he ran。 I don't care how big a bang it makes。 I could break my fool neck doing thi…！
The roar behind him was louder than anything he had ever heard in his life； a monstrous fist punched him in the back； knocking all the wind out of him even before he landed； sprawled on his belly on the wall top； barely holding on to his staff as it swung over the edge。 For a moment he lay there； trying to make his lungs work again； trying not to think how he must have used up all his luck this time by not falling off the wall。 His ears rang like all the bells in Tar Valon。
Pushing himself up carefully； he looked back toward the Stone。 A cloud of smoke hung around the arrowslit。 Behind the smoke； the shadowed shape of the arrowslit itself seemed different。 Larger。 He did not understand how or why； but it did seem larger。
He only thought for a moment。 At one end of the wall Sandar might be waiting； might be intending to take him into the Stone as a pretend prisoner … or might be hurrying back with soldiers。 At the other end of the wall； there might be a way inside without any chance of Sandar betraying him。 He darted back the way he had just e； no longer worrying about the darkness or the drop to either side。
The arrowslit was larger； most of the thinner stone at the middle simply gone； leaving a rough hole as if someone had hammered at it with a sledge for hours。 A hole just big enough for a man。 How in the Light？ There was no time for wondering。
He pushed through the jagged opening； coughing at the acrid smoke； jumped to the floor inside； and had run a dozen steps before Defenders of the Stone appeared； at least ten of them； all shouting in confusion。 Most wore only their shirts； and none had helmet or breastplate。 Some carried lanterns。 Some held bared swords。
Fool！ he shouted inside his head。 This is why you set the bloody things off in the first place！ Light…blinded fool！
He had no time to make it back out onto the wall。 Quarterstaff spinning； he threw himself at the soldiers before they had a chance to do more than see he was there； hurled himself into them； smashing at heads； swords； knees； whatever he could reach； knowing they were too many for him to handle alone； knowing that his fool toss of the dice had cost Egwene and the others whatever chance he might have had。
Suddenly Sandar was there beside him； in the light of lanterns dropped by men clawing for their swords； his slender staff whirling even faster than Mat's quarterstaff。 Caught between two staffmen； taken by surprise； the soldiers went down like pins in a game of bowls。
Sandar stared at the fallen men； shaking his head。 〃Defenders of the Stone。 I have attacked Defenders！ They will have my head for …！ What was it that you did； gambler？ That flash of light； and thunder；