Pale moonlight reflected off the fotos de las mujeresporno taut sails, but night still covered
the deck with shadows, and there was no sound except the rush of water
along the vessel's sides. Only one man at the tiller, the hood of his cloak
pulled up against the chill, seemed to be on deck. The man shifted, and
boot leather scuffed on the deck planks.
Fotos de las mujeresporno holding the quarterstaff low and hoping it would not be noticed, Mat
climbed on up. "He' s dead," he muttered in a low, rough whisper.
&fotos de las mujeresporno quot;I hope he squealed when you cut his throat." The fotos de las mujeresporno heavily accented
voice was one Mat remembered calling fotos de las mujeresporno from the mouth of a twisting street in
Tar Valon. "This boy, he causes us too fotos de las mujeresporno much of the trouble. Fotos de las mujeresporno wait! Who are
you?"
Mat swung the staff with all his strength. The thick wood smashed into
the man's head, the hood
of his cloak fotos de las mujeresporno only partly muffling a sound like a
melon hitting the floor.
The man fell across the tiller, shoving it over, and the vessel
lurched, staggering Mat. Out of the corner fotos de las mujeresporno of his eye he saw a shape rising
out of the shadows by the railing, fotos de las mujeresporno and the gleam of a blade, and he knew he
would never get his staff around before it struck home. Something else that
shone streaked through the night and merged with the dim shape fotos de las mujeresporno with a dull
thunk. Fotos de las mujeresporno the rising motion became a fall, and a man sprawled almost at fotos de las mujeresporno Mat's
feet.
Fotos de las mujeresporno a babble of voices rose belowdecks as the ship swung again, the tiller
shifting with the first man's weight.
Thom limped from the hatch in cloak and smallclothes, raising the
shutter on a bull's-eye lantern. "You were lucky, boy. One of fotos de las mujeresporno those below
had this lantern. Could have set the ship on fire, lying there." fotos de las mujeresporno The light
showed fotos de las mujeresporno a knife hilt sticking up from the chest fotos de las mujeresporno of a man with dead, staring
eyes. Mat had never seen him before; fotos de las mujeresporno he was sure he fotos de las mujeresporno would have remembered
someone with that many scars on his face. Thom kicked a fotos de las mujeresporno dagger away from
the dead man's outflung hand, then bent to retrieve his own knife, wiping
the blade fotos de las mujeresporno on the corpse's cloak. "Very
lucky, boy. Very lucky indeed."
fotos de las mujeresporno There was a rope tied to the stern rail. Thom stepped over to it,
shining the light down astern, and Mat joined him. At fotos de las mujeresporno the other end of the
rope was one of the small boats from Southharbor, its square lantern
extinguished. Fotos de las mujeresporno two more men stood among the pulled-in oars.
&fotos de las mujeresporno quot;The Great Lord take me, it'