“Fine,” Nale said, tossing first one pouch to Szeth, then a second, then finally a third. “Sword against spear.” “Fine,” Kaladin said, tossing his gemstones to Szeth as well. “I accept your challenge, Nale. I will protect the one who cannot right now protect himself.” “Windrunners,” Nale said, as if it were a curse.
