“I had instruction,” Dalinar said, walking into the room and tucking the sphere away. “The Stormfather called me Bondsmith.” “It was the name of one of the orders,” Shallan said, resting her fingers on one of the pillars. “That makes three of us. Windrunner, Bondsmith, Lightweaver.” “Four,” a voice said from the shadows of the stairwell. Renarin stepped up into the lit room. He looked at them, then shrank back. “Son?” Dalinar asked. Renarin remained in the darkness, looking down. “No spectacles . . .” Dalinar whispered. “You stopped wearing them. I thought you were trying to look like a
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