Mat grinned. “Have I ever mentioned how odd it is to go drinking with a woman who talks about men like that?”

She shrugged. “Ghenjei. Why in the name of Normad’s Ears are you wanting to go there?”

“Whose ears?” Mat asked.

“Answer me.”

Mat sighed, then absently accepted his mug as the serving girl delivered it. Uncharacteristically, he didn’t slap her backside, though he did give her a good leer as she walked away. “The bloody snakes and foxes have a friend of mine,” he said, lowering his scarf and taking a pull on his drink.

“Leave him. You can’t save him, Mat. If he was foolish enough to go into their realm, he deserves what he got.”

“It’s a woman,” Mat said.

Ah. Birgitte thought. Bloody fool. Heroic, but still a fool.

“I can’t leave her,” Mat continued. “I owe her. Besides, a good friend of mine is going in whether I want him to or not. I have to help.”

“Then they’ll have all three of you,” Birgitte said. “Look, if you go in through the portals, then you’re locked into the treaties. They protect you to an extent, but they also restrict you. You’ll never get anywhere useful after entering by one of the doorframes.”

“And if you go in the other way?” Mat asked. “You told Olver how to open the Tower.”

“Because I was telling him a bedtime story! Light, I never thought one of you sap-for-brains would actually try to get in!”

“But if we go in that way, can we find her?”

“Maybe,” Birgitte said, “but you won’t. The treaties won’t be in effect, so the Aelfinn and Eelfinn can draw blood. Normally, you only have to worry about tricks with pits or ropes, since they can’t….” She trailed off, glancing at him. “How did you get hanged, anyway?”

He flushed, looking down into his drink. “They should post a flaming explanation on those doorframes. ‘Step through here and they can bloody hang you. And they will. Idiot.’”

Birgitte snorted. They’d talked about the memories he had. She should have put it together. “If you go in the other way, they’ll probably try that as well. Shedding blood in their kingdom can have strange effects. They’ll try to break your bones with a fall or drug you to sleep. And they will win, Mat. It’s their world.”

“And if we cheat?” Mat asked. “Iron, music, fire.”

“That’s not cheating. That’s being smart. Everyone with half a wit who enters through the tower carries those things. But only one out of a thousand makes it back out, Mat.”

He hesitated, then fished a small handful of coins out of his pocket. “What do you think the odds are that if I toss these into the air, they will all come up heads? One in a thousand?”

“Mat…”

He tossed them above the table. They came down in a spray, hitting the tabletop. Not a single one of them bounced or rolled from the table onto the floor.