The Black Prism (Lightbringer, #1)

by Brent Weeks

All eyes still on him, Gavin stopped in front of Commander Ironfist. He looked at Ironfist’s pack. Neither said anything for a long time. “You can’t come, I’m not taking a bodyguard,” Gavin said finally. “I’m not coming with you,” Ironfist said. “Then get off my scull.” “I’m coming with Kip. He’s a member of the Prism’s family, and he’s entitled to protection.” “You’re the commander of the Blackguard, you can’t possibly—” “I can do what I deem appropriate to discharge the duties of the Blackguard. None may interfere with that. None.” “You are a wily bastard, aren’t you?” Gavin said. “It’s why I’m still here,” Ironfist said. “And quite possibly why you are, too.” Gavin grunted. “You win, but let me remind you of your oaths.” Ironfist looked offended. “You’ll understand soon,” Gavin said. “Everyone, load up.”