In the Westwood, just beyond the boundaries of Emond’s Field, young Rand al’Thor walked with his father, Tam, leading a cart of apple brandy to market. The day was crisp, but Rand’s heart was troubled by strange dreams—dreams of a rider without a face, of a mountain that was not a mountain, and of a darkness that watched .
Rand obeyed. Tam didn’t lecture. Instead, he told a story. Robert Jordan - Wheel of time - Book 1 - Eye of...
“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.” In the Westwood, just beyond the boundaries of
“What did he play?” Rand asked.
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 . Tam didn’t lecture