The Great Hunt - Book Two

For centuries travelling gleeman have told tales of the lost Horn of Valere; the legendary Horn that will raise the dead heroes of the Ages. The Horn has been discovered - only to be stolen, along with the dagger of Shadar Logoth, on which the very life of Rand al'Thor's friend Mat depends. The monumental task of retrieval rests heavily on Rand's shoulders, for to continue this quest signifies the fulfilment of a destiny he desperately wishes to avoid. But the quest for the Horn of Valere is only the beginning of Rand's long journey of discovery ...

Rand worked his mouth, trying to get a little moisture. He stared at the column approaching Fal Dara as if it really were a snake, a deadly viper. The drums and trumpets sang, loud in his ears. The Amyrlin Seat, who ordered the Aes Sedai. She's come because of me. He could think of no other reason. They knew things, had knowledge that could help him, he was sure. And he did not dare ask any of them. He was afraid they had come to gentle him. And afraid they haven't too, he admitted reluctantly. Light, I don't know which scares me more. "I didn't mean to channel the Power," he whispered. "It was an accident! Light, I don't want anything to do with it. I swear I'll never touch it again! I swear it!"