What would you like? she asked. Renown? Wealth? Skill? Would you like to be able to swing a sword and never tire? “No,” Dalinar whispered. Beauty? Followers? I can feed your dreams, make you glorious. Her dark mists wrapped around him. The tiny tendrils tickled his skin. She brought her face right up to his again. What is your boon? Dalinar blinked tears, listening to the sounds of the children dying in the distance, and whispered a single word. “Forgiveness.”
