Szeth rose and walked over. Beside the head, which rested on a plate to contain the blood, was a sheet of paper. He took it, and his Stormlight illuminated some two dozen names written in the warrior’s script of his homeland. Some had a note beside them with instructions on how they were to be killed.
“It is time you stopped wasting your talent,” the figure said, walking to the far wall, resting his hand upon it.
“This will cause chaos,” Szeth whispered. “Infighting. War. Confusion and pain such as the world has rarely known.”
The chained gemstone on the man’s palm flashed. The wall vanished, turned to smoke. A Soulcaster.
The dark figure glanced at Szeth. “Indeed. Our master directs that you are to use tactics similar to those you employed so well in Alethkar years ago. When you are done, you will receive further instructions.”
He then exited through the opening, leaving Szeth horrified. This was his nightmare. To be in the hands of those who understood his capabilities and who had the ambition to use them properly. He stood for a time, silent, long past when his Stormlight ran out.
Then, reverently, he folded the list. He was surprised that his hands were so steady. He should be trembling.
For soon the world itself would shake.
Part Three
DYING
Kaladin ♦ Shallan
29
Errorgance
“The ones of ash and fire, who killed like a swarm, relentless before the Heralds.”
Shallan grimaced, turning the gemstone on the reed.
She turned the gemstone, then waited for a reply. She was in her chamber, a small, stone-carved room inside Jasnah’s quarters. Her accommodations were austere: A small bed, a nightstand, and the writing table were her only furniture. Her clothing remained in the trunk she had brought. No rug adorned the floor, and there were no windows, as the rooms were in the Kharbranthian Conclave, which was underground.
Difficult? Shallan picked up the spanreed and hesitated.
Yes, it was difficult. Difficult not to fall in love with the freedom, difficult not to get too absorbed in her studies. It had been only two months since she’d convinced Jasnah to take her as a ward, but already she felt half as timid and twice as confident.
The most difficult thing of all was knowing that it would soon end. Coming to study in Kharbranth was, without doubt, the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her.