The king coughed. “You can tell … Thaidakar … that he’s too late. …” “I don’t know who that is,” Szeth said, standing, his words slurring from his broken jaw. He held his hand to the side, resummoning his Shardblade. The king frowned. “Then who …? Restares? Sadeas? I never thought …” “My masters are the Parshendi,” Szeth said.
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