"It would be better for me if the noble Houses didn't have these, at least not at first. They will spread eventually. Weapons always do. I build them and promise to give them to the Band. No commission, just a contract, hiring you for a long term. You can go at any time. But if you do, you leave the dragons behind."
Mat frowned. "Feels like you're wrapping a chain around my neck, Elayne."
"I'm only suggesting reasonable solutions."
"The day you become reasonable is the day I eat my hat," Mat said. 'No offense."
Elayne raised an eyebrow at him. Yes, she had become a queen. Just ike that.
"I want the right to keep a few of these dragons," Mat said, "if we leave. One-quarter to us, three-quarters to you. But we'll take your contact, and while we're in your employ, only we use them. As you said."
Her frown deepened. Burn him, but she had grasped the power of :hose dragons quickly. He could not let her hesitate now. They needed the dragons to go into production immediately. And he was not about to let :he chance of having them pass the Band by.
Sighing to himself, Mat reached up and undid the sttap at the back of his neck, then pulled the familiar foxhead medallion out of his shirt. The second he removed it, he felt more naked than if he had stripped bare. He set it on the table.
Elayne glanced at it, and he could see a flash of desire in her eyes. 'What is that for?"
"It's a sweetener," Mat said, leaning forward, elbows on knees. "You get it for one day if you agree to start production on a prototype dragon this eve-ling. I don't care what you do with the medallion study it, write a bloody book about it, wear it about. But you return it tomorrow. Your word on it."
Birgitte whistled slowly. Elayne had wanted to get her hands on that medallion the moment she discovered he had it. Of course, so had every ather bloody Aes Sedai that Mat had met.
"I get the Band in at least a one-year contract," Elayne said, "renewable. We'll pay you whatever you were earning in Muran
dy."
How did she know about that?
"You can cancel," she continued, "as long as you provide a month's warning but I keep four dragons out of five. And any men who wish to join the Andoran military must be given the chance."
"I want one out of four," Mat said. "And a new serving man."
"A what?" Elayne said.
"A serving man," Mat said. "You know, to take care of my clothing. You'd do a better job of picking than I would."
Elayne looked at his coat, then up at his hair. "That," she said, "I'll give you regardless of how the other negotiations go."
"One out of four?" Mat said.
"I get the medallion for three days."
He shivered. Three days, with the gholam in town. She would have him dead. It was already a gamble to give it to her for a day. But he could not think of anything else he could offer. "What do you even think you can do with the thing?" he asked.
"Copy it," Elayne said absently, "if I'm lucky."
"Really?"
"I won't know until I study it."
Mat suddenly had the horrifying image of every Aes Sedai in the world wearing one of those medallions. He shared a look with Thom, who seemed equally surprised to hear this.
But what did that matter? Mat could not channel. Before, he had worried that if she studied it Elayne might figure a way to touch him with the One Power when he was wearing it. But if she just wanted to copy it. . . well, he found himself relieved. And intrigued.
"There's been something I've been meaning to mention, Elayne," he said. "The gholam is here. In town. It's been killing people."
Elayne remained calm, but he could tell from the way she was even more formal when she spoke that the news worried her. "Then I will be certain to return the medallion to you on time."
He grimaced. "All right," he said. "Three days."