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 .
“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.” Robert Jordan - Wheel of time - Book 1 - Eye of...
“You’ve been looking over the horizon too long,” Tam said. “Your feet are here, but your mind is already in the Shadow’s grasp. Sit.” In the Westwood, just beyond the boundaries of