“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.”
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.
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 . Robert Jordan - Wheel of time - Book 1 - Eye of...
Rand frowned. “That’s just a riddle.”
“The farmer,” Tam continued, “stopped seeing what was missing and started seeing what was there . He used the rim to bind a barrel, the spokes for kindling, and the hub as a pulley. He walked to town, traded the barrel of salted fish for two new wheels, and returned home before nightfall.” “You’ve been looking over the horizon too long,”
“What did he play?” Rand asked.
Rand obeyed. Tam didn’t lecture. Instead, he told a story. But this time, instead of running, he looked
Tam let the silence hang.