here, it would be far different. The waters would whip them in a surge through the chasms, smashing them into walls, boulders, churning them with the dead until they drowned or were ripped limb from limb . . .
It would be a very, very bad way to die.
His grip tightened on his spear. He waited, sweating, worrying. The chasmfiend didn’t leave. Minutes passed.
Finally, Kaladin made his decision. He moved to step forward.
“What are you doing!” Shallan hissed, sounding terrified. She tried to hold him back.
“When I’m out,” he said, “run the other way.”
“Don’t be stupid!”
“I’ll distract it,” he said. “Once you’re free, I’ll lead it away from you, then escape. We can meet back up.”
“Liar,” she whispered.
He twisted about, meeting her eyes. “You can get back to the warcamps on your own,” he said. “I can’t. You have information that needs to get to Dalinar. I don’t. I have combat training. I might be able to get away from the thing after distracting it. You couldn’t. If we wait here, we both die. Do you need more logic than that?”
“I hate logic,” she whispered. “Always have.”
“We don’t have time to talk about it,” Kaladin said, twisting around, his back to her.
“You can’t do this.”
“I can.” He took a deep breath. “Who knows,” he said more softly, “maybe I’ll get in a lucky hit.” He reached up and ripped the spheres off his spearhead, then tossed them out into the chasm. He’d need a steadier light. “Get ready.”
“Please,” she whispered, sounding more frantic. “Don’t leave me down in these chasms alone.”
He smiled wryly. “Is it really this hard for you to let me win one single argument?”
“Yes!” she said. “No, I mean . . . Storms! Kaladin, it will kill you.”
He gripped his spear. The way things had been going with him lately, perhaps that was what he deserved. “Apologize to Adolin for me. I actually kind of like him. He’s a good man. Not just for a lighteyes. Just . . . a good person. I’ve never given him the credit he deserves.”
“Kaladin . . .”
“It has to happen, Shallan.”
“At least,” she said, reaching her hand over his shoulder and past his head, “take this.”
“Take what?”
“This,” Shallan said.
Then she summoned a Shardblade.
I suspect that he is more a force than an individual now, despite your insistence to the contrary. That force is contained, and an equilibrium reached.
Kaladin stared at the glistening length of metal, which dripped with condensation from its summoning. It glowed softly the color of garnet along several faint lines down its length.
Shallan had a Shardblade.
He twisted his head toward her, and in so doing, his cheek brushed the flat of the blade. No screams. He froze, then cautiously raised a finger and touched the cold metal.
Nothing happened. The screech he had heard in his mind when fighting alongside Adolin did not recur. It seemed a very bad sign to him. Though he did not know the meaning of that terrible sound, it was related to his bond with Syl.
“How?” he asked.
“It’s not important.”
“I rather think it is.”
“Not at the moment! Look, are you going to take this thing? Holding it this way is awkward. If I drop it by accident and cut off your foot, it’s going to be your fault.”
He hesitated, regarding his face reflected in its metal. He saw corpses, friends with burning eyes. He’d refused these weapons each time one was offered to him.
But always before, it had been after the fight, or at least on the practice grounds. This was different. Besides, he wasn’t choosing to become a Shardbearer; he would only use this weapon to protect someone’s life.
Making a decision, he reached up and seized the Shardblade by the hilt. At least this told him one thing—Shallan wasn’t likely to be a Surgebinder. Otherwise, he suspected she’d hate this Blade as much as he did.
“You’re not supposed to let people use your Blade,” Kaladin said. “By tradition, only the king and the highprinces do that.”
“Great,” she said. “You can report me to Brightness Navani for being wildly indecent and ignorant of protocol. For now, can we just survive, please?”
“Yeah,” he said, hefting the Blade. “That sounds wonderful.” He barely knew how to use one of these. Training with a practice sword did not make you an expert with the real thing. Unfortunately, a spear was going to be of little use against a creature so large and so well armored.
“Also . . .” Shallan said. “Could you not do that ‘reporting me’