"Risk and reward," Mat quips, in reference to overeating. Of course he'll be suffering for it later, but it's worth it. He'd rather like to see what it's like to feel sick stuffed full of food, as opposed to being empty.

"And yeah, that's how they got me. One moment I'm on the road minding my own business, the next...naked and dripping wet in a ritual chamber. Hell of a welcome, that."

But, he supposes, if he was going to be plucked up and diverted from his plans, this is better than some possibilities. He's not stupid enough to think Moiraine would just forget about him. Still. The implications of his being taken are not wonderful. He thinks it has to say something, that he has been taken but Rand and Perrin are assumedly still back home, on their way to the lands where the Blight swallows the world.

The prophesied one could only be one of them, after all. And he knows he's the most likely candidate. But that's his business, and anyhow, it could all be some mistake.

"Can't fathom what they'd want from me."