It's Late By RabidTortise
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"Its late Olver, time for bed" said Mat as he poked his head into the purple wagon.Olver was sitting on the floor with Tuon playing Snakes and Foxes."Again",Mat thought wryly. When was the boy going to realize that there was no way to win at that game without breaking the rules? Ah well, he thought at least its not me being dragged into it anymore .But the funny thing was that Tuon didn't seem to mind it at all, heck, she seemed to enjoy it! He couldn't understand the women at all! And yet he still had to marry her! As soon as that thought processed itself he swore out loud.
"Bloody Aelfinn!" "What was that Toy" asked the bloody high lady. He couldn't understand it . What was a guy like him doing getting married to a woman like her? If he had had his way he would be down at a tavern with a serving wench on each knee. But no. He was stuck in Valen Bloody Lucas bloody flaming circus, or whatever it was called. Stuck in this light forsaken place with the daughter heir to the throne of Seanchen! Why him? What had he done to deserve this fate? Was it because he was Taveren?
"Nothing my lady, just a random thought I had. Come Olver its late , you can play again in the morning." "But Mat, I don't wanna go to bed. I wanna stay up all night and play more Snakes and Foxes." He whined giving Mat a puppy dog look that normally would have said yes to, but tonight he was being carefully watched by his future wife and could not look weak.
"No Olver" he said laughing "You cant stay up all night." "Sorry but Aludra would hand me my head on a silver platter if I let you do that" He said entering the wagon entirely and heading toward him. Olver just had time to pick up his game before Mat swung him over his shoulder like a rag doll. On that note they left the wagon with a simple" Good night ladies" and a tip of his hat with Olver on his back kicking him the whole time and screaming loud enough to wake the dead.
When the men left their wagon the women in it all had a good laugh. As much as he tried to deny it Mat truly cared for the boy. "Mat huh," thought Tuon "Why do I call him by his name in my mind if I can't say it aloud?" " And why am I even here at all, I could have left on my own long ago" " Maybe its because he intrigues you" replied Seluicia and Tuon realized that she had said that aloud. "You've never meet any body quite like him, In Seanchen everybody obeys your every whim and do nothing without considering the effect it will have to the Empress may she live forever. However this Mat Cauthon does what ever he wants for his own reasons and every one else be damned. I think you've taken a liking to him."
"I have not," Tuon nearly shouted at her handmaiden a little too quickly. As Selucia smirked she turned over on her bed mumbling a good night and blowing out her candle. It was a little to early to be turning off the lights and Mat was supposed to be coming by later to go for a walk with her, but she didn't want Selucia and Setalla to see her blushes.
Mat, the thought of him made her insides go to jelly. She remembered when they first met. He had burst into Tylins Chambers covered in mud, thrown his hat across the room and stopped dead. He then looked incredibly confused for about ten seconds but snapped out it when Tylin addressed him like a pet telling him to go down to the kitchens until she was done.
The thought of him being anybody's pet infuriated her, and yet she had tried to buy him. She still didn't know why. He wasn't the most handsome man she had ever seen but when he looked in her eyes (which he did quite often) she felt as if he was looking into her soul.
Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by an ear piercing shriek breaking the calm of the night . The next thing she knew, Olver was being shoved back into their wagon by a bleeding Vanen. She demanded of him to know what was happening. And all he said was "Trollocs" whatever that meant. But apparently it meant something to Setalla, for she gasped and bolted the door and pulled Olver further into the wagon in one quick motion.
Selucia was demanding of Setalla what Trollocs were while trying to get to the door to peer out. That was exactly what Tuon wanted to do. Curse this damn windowless wagon. It was worse than a prison .Well maybe not. But Damn Mat bloody Cauthon for putting her......
"Oh No!" she exclaimed out loud "Mat! I mean the others!" Suddenly from just to her right, outside of the wagon, "Get them out of here, take them to Andor, Ill lead them away!" It was Mat!
There were too many of them. Fades and Trollocs all trying to get at him. "Guess they're still after me to get at Rand" he thought wryly. He had to draw they away from the others quickly or they would never make it out of there alive. Maybe he could lose them in the woods if he led them far enough away. But there was no guarantee the menagerie and the Aes-Sedai could all get far enough away. "Not to mention Tuon, Argh why do I keep thinking about her?"
That didn't matter; all that mattered was giving the others a chance. "The odds are slim to none that they'll all chase me, I'll just have to trust to luck!" He grinned at that thought. Luck was always in his favor.
"Vanan" he yelled over the sound of battle "Get Olver in the wagon" He ducked the blade that the Fade was swinging around near his head and impaled it on his Ashendari. Then meting a trolloc blade with his own he watched as Olver was shoved into the windowless wagon and the door was shut behind him. Now was his chance!
"Get them out of here," he shouted gesturing toward the wagons lining their camp, "take them to Andor, I'll lead them away!" Without another word he fought his way clear of the battle surrounding the wagon and started yelling and whistling, trying to catch the Dark creatures attention. It worked, just as he'd hoped it would.
He got about half of the Trollocs to follow him along with three of the four Fades. His men could fight of the other ones, even though the odds for them were awful they were very well trained.
But enough about them he had his own neck over the chopping block and ran as if the Dark One himself were at his heels. Not that this wasn't bad enough of course. When he made it to the trees he swung up into them like he used to as a child in the Waterwood.He jumped from branch to branch and quickly lost them, but just to me sure they wouldn't go back to the wagons, He hollered for all he was worth the whole way.
After several miles he got silent and left them to hunt him on their own. He had unfortunately dropped his spear when he took to the trees, so for the most part he was weaponless. But he still had his daggers and was far from useless.
When the trees started to thin out Mat was once again forced onto the ground and with his two best defenses gone he was left open from all sides. Suddenly a branch snapped as if steped on not three feet to his right. Mat carefully surveyed the situation and though "Oh blood and ashes, I'm bloody dead. I wish I had told Tuon...told her what? Shoot now I'm confused, oh well I'm going down fighting." And with a roar he turned and made to stab the thing attacking him only to see...
I lurve cliffhangers Enjoy RnR plz
"Its late Olver, time for bed" said Mat as he poked his head into the purple wagon.Olver was sitting on the floor with Tuon playing Snakes and Foxes."Again",Mat thought wryly. When was the boy going to realize that there was no way to win at that game without breaking the rules? Ah well, he thought at least its not me being dragged into it anymore .But the funny thing was that Tuon didn't seem to mind it at all, heck, she seemed to enjoy it! He couldn't understand the women at all! And yet he still had to marry her! As soon as that thought processed itself he swore out loud.
"Bloody Aelfinn!" "What was that Toy" asked the bloody high lady. He couldn't understand it . What was a guy like him doing getting married to a woman like her? If he had had his way he would be down at a tavern with a serving wench on each knee. But no. He was stuck in Valen Bloody Lucas bloody flaming circus, or whatever it was called. Stuck in this light forsaken place with the daughter heir to the throne of Seanchen! Why him? What had he done to deserve this fate? Was it because he was Taveren?
"Nothing my lady, just a random thought I had. Come Olver its late , you can play again in the morning." "But Mat, I don't wanna go to bed. I wanna stay up all night and play more Snakes and Foxes." He whined giving Mat a puppy dog look that normally would have said yes to, but tonight he was being carefully watched by his future wife and could not look weak.
"No Olver" he said laughing "You cant stay up all night." "Sorry but Aludra would hand me my head on a silver platter if I let you do that" He said entering the wagon entirely and heading toward him. Olver just had time to pick up his game before Mat swung him over his shoulder like a rag doll. On that note they left the wagon with a simple" Good night ladies" and a tip of his hat with Olver on his back kicking him the whole time and screaming loud enough to wake the dead.
When the men left their wagon the women in it all had a good laugh. As much as he tried to deny it Mat truly cared for the boy. "Mat huh," thought Tuon "Why do I call him by his name in my mind if I can't say it aloud?" " And why am I even here at all, I could have left on my own long ago" " Maybe its because he intrigues you" replied Seluicia and Tuon realized that she had said that aloud. "You've never meet any body quite like him, In Seanchen everybody obeys your every whim and do nothing without considering the effect it will have to the Empress may she live forever. However this Mat Cauthon does what ever he wants for his own reasons and every one else be damned. I think you've taken a liking to him."
"I have not," Tuon nearly shouted at her handmaiden a little too quickly. As Selucia smirked she turned over on her bed mumbling a good night and blowing out her candle. It was a little to early to be turning off the lights and Mat was supposed to be coming by later to go for a walk with her, but she didn't want Selucia and Setalla to see her blushes.
Mat, the thought of him made her insides go to jelly. She remembered when they first met. He had burst into Tylins Chambers covered in mud, thrown his hat across the room and stopped dead. He then looked incredibly confused for about ten seconds but snapped out it when Tylin addressed him like a pet telling him to go down to the kitchens until she was done.
The thought of him being anybody's pet infuriated her, and yet she had tried to buy him. She still didn't know why. He wasn't the most handsome man she had ever seen but when he looked in her eyes (which he did quite often) she felt as if he was looking into her soul.
Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by an ear piercing shriek breaking the calm of the night . The next thing she knew, Olver was being shoved back into their wagon by a bleeding Vanen. She demanded of him to know what was happening. And all he said was "Trollocs" whatever that meant. But apparently it meant something to Setalla, for she gasped and bolted the door and pulled Olver further into the wagon in one quick motion.
Selucia was demanding of Setalla what Trollocs were while trying to get to the door to peer out. That was exactly what Tuon wanted to do. Curse this damn windowless wagon. It was worse than a prison .Well maybe not. But Damn Mat bloody Cauthon for putting her......
"Oh No!" she exclaimed out loud "Mat! I mean the others!" Suddenly from just to her right, outside of the wagon, "Get them out of here, take them to Andor, Ill lead them away!" It was Mat!
There were too many of them. Fades and Trollocs all trying to get at him. "Guess they're still after me to get at Rand" he thought wryly. He had to draw they away from the others quickly or they would never make it out of there alive. Maybe he could lose them in the woods if he led them far enough away. But there was no guarantee the menagerie and the Aes-Sedai could all get far enough away. "Not to mention Tuon, Argh why do I keep thinking about her?"
That didn't matter; all that mattered was giving the others a chance. "The odds are slim to none that they'll all chase me, I'll just have to trust to luck!" He grinned at that thought. Luck was always in his favor.
"Vanan" he yelled over the sound of battle "Get Olver in the wagon" He ducked the blade that the Fade was swinging around near his head and impaled it on his Ashendari. Then meting a trolloc blade with his own he watched as Olver was shoved into the windowless wagon and the door was shut behind him. Now was his chance!
"Get them out of here," he shouted gesturing toward the wagons lining their camp, "take them to Andor, I'll lead them away!" Without another word he fought his way clear of the battle surrounding the wagon and started yelling and whistling, trying to catch the Dark creatures attention. It worked, just as he'd hoped it would.
He got about half of the Trollocs to follow him along with three of the four Fades. His men could fight of the other ones, even though the odds for them were awful they were very well trained.
But enough about them he had his own neck over the chopping block and ran as if the Dark One himself were at his heels. Not that this wasn't bad enough of course. When he made it to the trees he swung up into them like he used to as a child in the Waterwood.He jumped from branch to branch and quickly lost them, but just to me sure they wouldn't go back to the wagons, He hollered for all he was worth the whole way.
After several miles he got silent and left them to hunt him on their own. He had unfortunately dropped his spear when he took to the trees, so for the most part he was weaponless. But he still had his daggers and was far from useless.
When the trees started to thin out Mat was once again forced onto the ground and with his two best defenses gone he was left open from all sides. Suddenly a branch snapped as if steped on not three feet to his right. Mat carefully surveyed the situation and though "Oh blood and ashes, I'm bloody dead. I wish I had told Tuon...told her what? Shoot now I'm confused, oh well I'm going down fighting." And with a roar he turned and made to stab the thing attacking him only to see...
I lurve cliffhangers Enjoy RnR plz