Mat peers upwards, lifting the torch and holding it close to the wall in an attempt to see how high it is. It appears quite high, but it's stone, and that's one of the easier kinds of wall to climb.
"On the one hand, with this dark, we're not likely to have much of a vista to orient ourselves with. There's also a fair chance the wall ends in a ceiling, or simply keeps going up into heights man is not meant to reach. On the other hand, we are at a disadvantage in the dark with walls all around us, too easy to be ambushed and literally backed into a wall. And we may find something, a window or balcony or something."
It is not an easy choice. Both options seem to have as many bad arguments as good, and he and Eddie are more or less blind and ignorant of whatever place this is. Well, Mat does have a way of dealing with decisions like this.
"Alright...hold the torch a tick. I have a...way of making difficult choices like this, and it may seem mad, but I promise you there's a method to my madness." As he speaks, after he's turned over the torch, he reaches into his shirt and pulls out one of the two medallions he wears. It's a gold coin, strung on a cord. Which Mat unstrings.
"I'm what's called ta'veren. I always thought the Creator decided I had enough of a shit life that I ought at least be lucky, but it turns out I am Lucky. The winds of chance are fair when they blow my way. Most of the time. More often than not. So we'll let the winds of chance decide. Heads we climb, tails we walk?"
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Mat peers upwards, lifting the torch and holding it close to the wall in an attempt to see how high it is. It appears quite high, but it's stone, and that's one of the easier kinds of wall to climb.
"On the one hand, with this dark, we're not likely to have much of a vista to orient ourselves with. There's also a fair chance the wall ends in a ceiling, or simply keeps going up into heights man is not meant to reach. On the other hand, we are at a disadvantage in the dark with walls all around us, too easy to be ambushed and literally backed into a wall. And we may find something, a window or balcony or something."
It is not an easy choice. Both options seem to have as many bad arguments as good, and he and Eddie are more or less blind and ignorant of whatever place this is. Well, Mat does have a way of dealing with decisions like this.
"Alright...hold the torch a tick. I have a...way of making difficult choices like this, and it may seem mad, but I promise you there's a method to my madness." As he speaks, after he's turned over the torch, he reaches into his shirt and pulls out one of the two medallions he wears. It's a gold coin, strung on a cord. Which Mat unstrings.
"I'm what's called ta'veren. I always thought the Creator decided I had enough of a shit life that I ought at least be lucky, but it turns out I am Lucky. The winds of chance are fair when they blow my way. Most of the time. More often than not. So we'll let the winds of chance decide. Heads we climb, tails we walk?"