When you boys next meet the swordsman who taught you that morning kata, warn him that I’m looking for him.” “Zahel?” Adolin said. “You know Zahel?” “We’re old friends,” she said. “Notum, have your sailors been cutting those bales of cloth into the shapes I requested?” “Yes,” the captain said. “But I don’t understand—” “You soon will.” She gave Kaladin a lazy salute. He returned it, sharper. Then she nodded to them and walked up toward the main deck.
