Szeth closed his eyes and whispered a prayer. To the spren of this Blade, to the spren of his land. He concentrated, and didn’t rely on the training that had never worked. Instead he focused on his quest. If he did not return, his people were doomed. And he would never find out how, or why, his father had died. To this urgent need, the Honorblade seemed to listen, and made up for his inadequacy.
