Wheel Of Time - Book 1 - Eye Of...: Robert Jordan -

“He played no song of battles or kings,” Tam said. “He played a simple tune about a farmer who found a broken wheel on his cart. The farmer had no spare, so he sat by the road and wept. A stranger came by and asked, ‘Why weep?’ The farmer pointed to the wheel. The stranger said, ‘That’s not a broken wheel. That’s a piece of firewood, a hoop for a barrel, and a lesson in patience. But first, you have to stop calling it broken.’”

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 obeyed. Tam didn’t lecture. Instead, he told a story. “He played no song of battles or kings,” Tam said

“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.” A stranger came by and asked, ‘Why weep

Tam let the silence hang.

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.