“You’re not going to teach him to read it, are you?” “What if I did?” Syl said, going up on her tiptoes and projecting confidence. “Dalinar reads.” “Brightlord Dalinar is a holy man.” “Kaladin’s holy,” Syl said. “Tell her.” “I’m bonded to a piece of a god,” he said. “And she won’t let me forget it.” “See?” Syl said. The woman sighed again. “Still doesn’t justify taking my books into the field…” “What is it?” Kaladin said, flipping through the pages. “The Way of Kings,” Syl said. “Your own copy! I got it for you, since I’m your scribe.” He opened his mouth to complain about the weight, that his
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