Mat raked his fingers through his hair. “Thom, I think about leaving all the time, but … . I get these strange feelings. Almost as if something was going to happen. Something … . Momentous; that’s the word. It’s like knowing there’ll be fireworks for Sunday, only I don’t know what it is I’m expecting. Whenever I think too much about leaving, it happens. And suddenly I’ve found some reason to stay another day. Always just one more bloody day. Doesn’t that sound like Aes Sedai work to you?” Thom swallowed the word ta’veren
