“Poetry,” Wit said. “To win the test, he had to compose a piece of unique poetry.” Dalinar blinked in surprise. “Don’t look at me like that,” Wit said. “Familiarity with words is considered important to many noble courts.” “Even for men?” “Remarkably, it’s usually the men. I’ve known many a king who insisted that words with any substance were too difficult for women.” “The cosmere is a strange place, isn’t it?” “You have no idea.”
