New Spring (The Wheel of Time, #0)

by Robert Jordan

When the nation of Malkier died, twenty men had been given the task of carrying the infant Lan Mandragoran to safety. Only five had survived that journey, to raise Lan from the cradle and train him, and Bukama was the last left alive.

Tamra was fair and just, which were not always the same thing, and she was often kind. Moiraine admired her greatly.

wide-eyed with terror. It was terror, plain and simple. “He is born again!” Gitara cried. “I feel him! The Dragon takes his first breath on the slope of Dragonmount! He is coming! He is coming! Light help us! Light help the world! He lies in the snow and cries like the thunder! He burns like the sun!” With the last word, she gasped, a tiny sound, and fell forward into Moiraine’s arms.

A grim fate, to save the world if he could, then for reward be cut off from this wonder.

Whatever thoughts Moiraine had of adventure in hunting for the Dragon Reborn faded in short order,