“You’re not going to mention my getting captured in the Stone of Tear again, are you?” she asked with a roll of her eyes.

He stopped. “Of course not. That happened ages ago. I barely remember it.”

She laughed, the pretty sound ringing in the room. He felt himself blushing. “Anyway, I’m not in trouble. I just need some resources.”

“What kind of resources?” Elayne asked, growing curious as he spread out the papers on the table next to her chair. Birgitte leaned down.

“Well,” Mat said, rubbing his chin. “There are three bellfounders in the city; I’ll need those. And we’re going to need some powders. They’re listed on this page. And…we’ll need a little bit of metal.” He winced and handed her one of Aludra’s lists.

Elayne read the page, then blinked. “Are you mad?”

“Sometimes I think I might be,” he said. “But burn me, I think this will be worth the cost.”

“What is it?” Elayne asked as Birgitte looked over one of the sheets, then handed it to Elayne.

“Aludra calls them dragons,” Mat said. “Thom says you knew her?”

“Yes, I did,” Elayne said.

“Well, these are launching tubes, like the ones for her fireworks. Only they’re made of metal, and they’re big. And instead of launching nightflowers, they launch these head-sized chunks of iron.”

“Why would you want to launch chunks of iron up into the air?” Elayne said, frown deepening.

“You don’t,” Birgitte said, eyes opening wide. “You launch them at someone else’s army.”

Mat nodded. “Aludra claims that one of these dragons could launch an iron ball as far as a mile.”

“Mother’s milk in a cup!” Birgitte said. “You can’t be serious.”

“She is,” Mat said. “And I believe her. You should see what she’s created already, and she claims these will be her masterpiece. Look, she shows here the dragons firing on a city wall from a mile away. With fifty dragons and two hundred and fifty soldiers she could knock down a wall like the one around Caemlyn in a few hours.”

Elayne looked pale. Did she believe him? Would she be angry at him for wasting her time?

“I know that won’t be of much use in the Last Battle,” Mat said quickly. “Trollocs don’t have walls. But look here. I had her design a spreading shot. Fire it on a line of Trollocs from four hundred paces, and one of these dragons will do the work of fifty bowmen. Burn me, Elayne, but we’re going to be at a disadvantage. The Shadow can always toss more Trollocs at us than we have soldiers, and the bloody things are twice as hard to kill as a man. We need an advantage. I remember—”

He cut himself off. He had been about to say he remembered the Trolloc Wars, which would not have been a good idea. A man could start some embarrassing rumors that way. “Look,” he said. “I know this sounds outrageous, but you have to give it a chance.”