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|“||The considerable abilities of the Skybreakers for making such amounted to an almost divine skill, for which no specific Surge or spren grants capacity, but however the order came to such an aptitude, the fact of it was real and acknowledged even by their rivals.||”|
–From Words of Radiance, chapter 28, page 3
Progression of the Chapter:
Kaladin sets himself to accompany Adolin and Shallan on their date, to Adolin’s exasperation; the carriage driver is - "You!" and Kaladin joins him cautiously; Wit and Kaladin trade smart remarks, in an exchange which Kaladin clearly loses; Wit drops a hint that he knows about Kaladin’s Surgebinding; as they arrive to pick up Shallan, Adolin discovers that the carriage driver is - "You!" and is suspicious; Shallan emerges and realizes that the extra man standing there is - "You!" and hugs him; Kaladin rides in the carriage with Adolin and Shallan, with a running internal monologue about the superficiality of lighteyes; Shallan gives Adolin the details of the dueling scheme she’s developed; it becomes clear that it might well work, but only because it’s such a lighteyed sort of game; they visit a menagerie in the Outer Market, where Shallan is fascinated, Adolin puzzled, and Kaladin bored; Kaladin admits to Syl that he’s almost ready; Dalinar arrives, and makes an announcement that sets Kaladin back to zero.
Quote of the Chapter:
|“|| "It’s just a duel," Kaladin said. "A game."
"This would be different," Adolin said.
"I don’t see why. Sure, you might win his Shards, but his title and authority would be the same."
"It’s about perception," Shallan said. "Sadeas has formed a coalition against the king. That implies he is stronger than the king. Losing to the king’s champion would deflate that."
"But it’s all just games," Kaladin said.
"Yes," Adolin said - Kaladin hadn’t expected him to agree. "But it’s a game that Sadeas is playing. They are rules he’s accepted.
The chapter starts out on a rather sour note. Kaladin has decided to take Teft's questions about Shallan seriously, and given the possibility that she could be an assassin, he’ll do the guarding himself. He is, however, extremely grumpy, and seems determined to take out his acid mood on Adolin.
Everything gets a bit awkward when the carriage driver shows up. Kaladin thinks ...
|“||Something just felt off about this Shallan Davar.||”|
Adolin keeps saying exactly the same thing about Kaladin ... which may well be one of the best reasons to suspect that he will become a Radiant eventually.
The central discussion, of course, is the scheme to get Sadeas into the dueling arena. When Shallan brings up the subject of the duel, Adolin assures her that it’s okay to talk about it in front of Kaladin; since he’s saved Adolin’s life twice, there’s no point in being coy. It’s also clear that at this point, Adolin is expecting a two-on-one duel. He fully expects to win it, too.
It’s deliberate irony that the plan is actually a direct copy of something Sadeas did many years ago, but that it’s not something he can see coming, because the only set-up it needs is a spectacular win. Although Shallan and Adolin fully believe it can work, and even convince Kaladin of the same, Shallan still insists that Navani and Dalinar need to examine the idea and approve it.
Things are starting to get better: Kaladin concludes that Shallan isn’t an assassin; he, Adilin and Shallan behave humanely with one another; Shallan has a great time sketching the menagerie; and Kaladin cheers up by thinking about flying. So much so, in fact, that he’s just about ready to tell Dalinar about his abilities. Things are right on the brink of a big step up ... and then at the very end of the chapter, Dalinar and Amaram show up and make an announcement that destroys it all.
Amaram doesn’t have a clue what the ancient oaths actually mean. Or if he does, he doesn’t care if he’s forsworn on the spot.
All Creatures Shelled and Feathered:
- Sarpenthyn - " ... little more than a lump of flesh with two bulbous eyes and four long tentacles." Kaladin and Adolin both think it’s about the ugliest thing ever, but Shallan is wide-eyed and thrilled. She reaches in and grabs one of the tentacles to see if it’s warm or cold, and starts sketching, disgusted at the lack of scholarship when the identification plaque calls it "Devil rock captured in Marabethia. The locals claim it is the reborn vengeful spirit of a child who was murdered."
- Skyeels - Not a lot of information here, but there already are all the sketches from The Way of Kings for them.
- "Some kind of chull-thing" - A rather uninformative grunt from Kaladin, who thinks it should be perfectly happy in its cage, where it’s at least safe from predators. Syl feels sorry for it.
- The "Chicken" - Presumably a parrot, it has " ... red, blue, and green feathers. She dug out colored pencils to do that sketch. Apparently, she’d missed a chance at sketching one of these a long time ago." Middlefest ... the same day as the talk which earned Wit that enthusiastic and unexpected hug.
- Whitespine - "The square face showed sharpened mandibles - like teeth, only somehow more vicious - and a pair of long, toothlike tusks that pointed down from the upper jaw. The stark spikes running from the head along the sinuous back, along with powerful legs, were clues as to what this beast was." This particular specimen seems too small and apathetic to justify the stories, but both Kaladin and Adolin have seen what they can do to a human body, when in the wild. Shallan comments that "They don’t do well in captivity. This one probably would have gone dormant in crystal long ago, if it had been allowed. They must keep dousing it to wash away the shell."
Haven’t We Met Somewhere Before?
Hoid is back in town. Whether Kaladin might be a better match for Shallan than Adolin because he’s more witty remains in question; Kaladin could barely figure out what Wit was saying half the time. Not that this stops Kaladin from sourly thinking that Adolin isn’t very good at cracking jokes to amuse his betrothed; humility is not one of Kaladin’s strong suits.
Hoid is just as fun as ever!
Wit’s flute - which Kaladin forgot about when he left Sadeas’s bridge barracks - is perhaps more than an ordinary flute. There is word from Brandon that Sadeas had it, and that Wit really wants it back. Where it is now ... well, it could be in Urithiru, or it could be at the warcamps if it got left behind with unimportant stuff.
Wit drops a hint - and scares the living daylights out of Kaladin - that he knows about Kaladin’s Surgebinding.
|“||I wouldn’t want you to go flying off on me.||”|
Kaladin picks up the hint, but can’t figure out what to do with it. After a bit of verbal sparring, he asks what Wit wants of him; the answer is forthcoming.
There’s also this:
|“|| "I’m a soldier, not a musician," Kaladin said. "Besides, music is for women."
"All people are musicians," Wit countered. "The question is whether or not they share their songs. As for music being feminine, it’s interesting that the woman who wrote that treatise - the one you all practically worship in Alethkar - decided that all of the feminine tasks involve sitting around having fun while all the masculine ones involve finding someone to stick a spear in you."
This is, at least, a highly diverting interpretation of men's vs. women's arts, and quite possibly an insight into the past politics of Vorinism.
Shallan's reaction to Wit, however, elicits responses from those others present:
She suddenly started, eyes widening. She pointed at Wit with her freehand.
"You!" Shallan exclaimed.
"Yes, yes. People certainly are good at identifying me today. Perhaps I need to wear - "
Wit cut off as Shallan lunged at him. Kaladin dropped to the ground, reaching for his side knife, then hesitated as Shallan grabbed Wit in an embrace, her head against his chest, her eyes squeezed shut.
Kaladin took his hand off his knife, raising an eyebrow at Wit, who looked completely flabbergasted. He stood with his arms at his sides, as if he didn’t know what to do with them.
"I always wanted to say thank you," Shallan whispered. "I never had a chance."
Adolin cleared his throat. Finally, Shallan released Wit and looked at the prince.
"You hugged Wit," Adolin said.
"Is that his name?" Shallan asked.
"One of them," Wit said, apparently still unsettled. "There are too many to count, really. Granted, most of them are related to one form of curse or another ... ."
"You hugged Wit," Adolin said.
Shallan blushed. "Was that improper?"
"It’s not about propriety," Adolin said. "It’s about common sense. Hugging him is like hugging a whitespine or, or a pile of nails or something. I mean it’s Wit. You’re not supposed to like him."
|“|| "Hands off.”
"She’s far too young for me, child," Wit said.
"That’s right," Adolin said with a nod. "Stick to women your own age."
Wit grinned. "Well, that might be a little harder. I think there’s only one of those around these parts, and she and I never did get along."
Another chapter where the Herald icons are fairly transparent: the Joker is always there when Wit plays a large role, and Shalash can variously be associated with Wit’s Lightweaving, Shallan’s Lightweaving, or Shallan herself.
Words of Radiants:
This is from the same page as the previous chapter's epigraph, and sounds very much like it could be the following sentence. Could the unique ability of the some kind of con woman, she wasn’t after Adolin’s life. Just his dignity.
Too late, Kaladin thought, watching Adolin sit back with a stupid grin on his face. That’s dead and burned already.
- Paraphrased from Alice Arneson