It was as Kaladin had said. With a horrible sinking feeling, Adolin realized just how little a chance they’d ever had. The assassin dashed for Dalinar, who brought up the rear of the attack. The aging soldier raised his Blade, as if in respect, then thrust once. An attack. That was the way to go. “Father . . .” Adolin whispered. The assassin parried the thrust, then placed his hand against Dalinar’s chest. The highprince, suddenly glowing, lurched up into the dark sky. He didn’t
