“You don’t have authority,” Gaz called. “You’re not some squadleader on the field. You’re a storming bridgeman. You hear me? You can’t have authority without a rank!” Kaladin left the alleyway behind. “He’s wrong.” Syl walked around to hang in front of his face, hovering there while he moved. She cocked her head at him. “Authority doesn’t come from a rank,” Kaladin said, fingering the spheres in his pocket. “Where does it come from?” “From the men who give it to you. That’s the only way to get it.”
