A Memory of Light (Wheel of Time, #14; A Memory of Light, #3)

by Robert Jordan

Lan patted Mandarb’s neck. “We’ll rest soon, my friend,” he said softly. “I promise.” Mandarb snorted in the darkness, and nearby, several of the other horses nickered. “We’ll make a home,” Lan said. “The Shadow defeated, Nynaeve and I will reclaim Malkier. We’ll make the fields bloom again, cleanse the lakes. Green pastures. No more Trollocs to fight. Children to ride on your back, old friend. You can spend your days in peace, eating apples and having your pick of mares.” It had been a very long time since Lan had thought of the future with anything resembling hope. Strange to find it now, in this place, in this war. He was a hard man. At times, he felt he had more in common with the rocks and the sand than he did with the men who laughed together beside the fire. That was what he’d made of himself. It was the person he’d needed to be, a person who could someday journey toward Malkier and uphold the honor of his family. Rand al’Thor had begun to crack that shell, and then Nynaeve’s love had ripped it apart completely. I wonder if Rand ever knew,