The lean Herdazian fell unusually silent. “Well,” he finally said, “maybe you should buy her something nice.” “Buy something nice? For a spren?” “Yeah. Like . . . I don’t know. A nice plant, maybe, or a new hat. Yes, a hat. Might be cheap. She’s small. If a tailor tries to charge you full price for a hat that small, you thump him real good.” “That’s the most ridiculous piece of advice I’ve ever been given.” “You should rub yourself with curry and go prancing through the camp singing Horneater lullabies.” Kaladin looked at Lopen, incredulous. “What?” “See? Now the bit about the hat is only the
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