Seeing his son’s distraction, Tam stopped the cart. He reached into the back and pulled out a worn, leather-bound book—not a ledger, but a book of old stories. The Travels of Jain Farstrider .
That night, Rand dreamed again of the faceless rider. But this time, instead of running, he looked at the darkness not as an enemy, but as a sign —a sign that he was being called to leave, to grow, to learn. He woke not with fear, but with a quiet purpose. Robert Jordan - Wheel of time - Book 1 - Eye of...
Tam let the silence hang.
“What did he play?” Rand asked.
Rand obeyed. Tam didn’t lecture. Instead, he told a story. Seeing his son’s distraction, Tam stopped the cart
“A gleeman once came to Emond’s Field during a hard winter,” Tam began. “The snows were deep, the wolves were bold, and the women feared for their children. The gleeman had no sword, no army, no miracles. All he had was his harp and his voice.” That night, Rand dreamed again of the faceless rider