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Please,” he said. “Promise me. You’ll still play a role. Tell Roshar and me what to do, and we’ll listen. But not the battlefield. You’re to stay safe.”
Slowly, she nodded.
“Swear.”
“I won’t be part of the battle. I give you my word.”
She moved to leave. She’d not gone two paces before he stood directly in her path. His eyes were narrow. “A trick.”
She spread her open hands. “You asked. I swore. We’re done.”
“You swore very specifically. I need for you to promise. You’ll stay off the battlefield and be safe. Say it. I beg you.”
Slowly, she nodded.
“Swear.”
“I won’t be part of the battle. I give you my word.”
She moved to leave. She’d not gone two paces before he stood directly in her path. His eyes were narrow. “A trick.”
She spread her open hands. “You asked. I swore. We’re done.”
“You swore very specifically. I need for you to promise. You’ll stay off the battlefield and be safe. Say it. I beg you.”
entered Roshar’s tent. “I need your help.”
Blinking, he propped himself up on his bed. He said groggily, “And I need a real door. With a lock.”
“I have an idea.”
“I don’t know you all that well, and still hearing you say that makes me very, very worried.”
“Listen to me.”
“If I do, can I go back to sleep? Being a fearless leader is exhausting.”
Blinking, he propped himself up on his bed. He said groggily, “And I need a real door. With a lock.”
“I have an idea.”
“I don’t know you all that well, and still hearing you say that makes me very, very worried.”
“Listen to me.”
“If I do, can I go back to sleep? Being a fearless leader is exhausting.”
Kestrel remembered how it felt to lose to her father at Bite and Sting, at Borderlands, at anything he chose to play. The dig at her pride. A hurt certainty that she’d never be able to prove herself to him. Embarrassment for wanting to prove herself.
She remembered her hands clinging to his jacket, her whole self reduced to two claws as she pleaded with him.
War wasn’t a game, but she wanted badly to make her father know how it felt to lose.
She remembered her hands clinging to his jacket, her whole self reduced to two claws as she pleaded with him.
War wasn’t a game, but she wanted badly to make her father know how it felt to lose.
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