“A shepherd with a heron-mark sword," said a low, woman's voice. "That's almost enough to make me believe anything. What trouble are you in, downcountry boy?" Startled, Rand jumped to his feet. It was the crop-haired young woman who had been with Moiraine when he came out of the bath chamber, still dressed in a boy's coat and breeches. She was a little older than he was, he thought, with dark eyes even bigger than Egwene's, and oddly intent. "You are Rand, aren't you?" she went on. "My name is Min.” AgeTroubleWheel Of TimeWotIntentRand Al ThorMinBreechesElmindreda FarshawMin Farshaw Book:The Eye of the World Source: The Eye of the World
“Saw'?" Rand said. "Well, I don't suppose you'll go running to the Children. Not considering who your traveling companions are. The Whitecloaks wouldn't like what I do any more than they like what she does." "I don't understand." "She says I see pieces of the Pattern. " Min gave a little laugh and shook her head. "Sounds too grand, to me. I just see things when I look at people, and sometimes I know what they mean. I look at a man and a woman who've never even talked to one another, and I know they'll marry. And they do. That sort of thing. She wanted me to look at you. All of you together.” MarriageWheel Of TimeWotPatternGrandRand Al ThorMinElmindreda FarshawMin FarshawChildren Of The Light Book:The Eye of the World Source: The Eye of the World