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Author: Brandon Sanderson

And I was beginning to suspect that this is what my mother had been seeking all along. The Sands of Rashid, the years of searching, the theft from the Royal Archives (not a library) in Nalhalla – all of this was focused on finding a way to bestow Smedry Talents on people who didn’t normally have them. I suspected that my father did it because he wanted to share our powers with everyone. I suspected that my mother, however, wanted to create an invincible, Talent-wielding Librarian army.

Now, I’m not too bright, but I figured that this was a bad thing. I mean, if Librarians had my Talent – breaking things? Here’s a handy list of things I figure they’d probably break if they could:

Your lunch. Every day, when you’d open your lunch – no matter what you brought – you’d find it had been changed into a pickle-and-orange-slug sandwich. And there would be NO SALT.

Dance. You don’t want to see any break-dancing Librarians. Really. Trust me.

Recess. That’s right. They’d break recess and turn it into a session of advanced algebra instead. (Note: The same thing happens when you go to middle school or junior high. Sorry.)

Wind. No explanation needed.

As you can see, it would be a disaster.

‘Kazan!’ Grandpa said, smiling toward his son.

‘Hey, Pop.’

‘Still getting in trouble, I presume?’

‘Always.’

‘Good lad. Trained you well!’

‘Kaz,’ I said. ‘It’s been months! What took you so long?’

Kaz grimaced. ‘The Talent.’

In case you’ve forgotten, my grandfather had the Talent of arriving late to things, while Kaz had the Talent to get lost in rather amazing ways. (I don’t know why I’m repeating this, since I clearly explained it all in Chapter One. Ah well.)

‘Isn’t that a long time to get lost, even for you?’ Bastille asked, frowning.

‘Yeah,’ Kaz said. ‘I haven’t been this lost for years.’

‘Ah yes,’ Grandpa Smedry said. ‘Why, I remember your mother and I once spending upward of two months frantically searching for you when you were two, only to have you appear back in your crib one night!’

Kaz looked wistful. ‘I was an . . . interesting child to raise.’

‘All Smedrys are,’ Grandpa added.

‘Oh?’ Bastille said, finally sitting down in the fourth and final chair beside the hearth. ‘You mean there are Smedrys who eventually grow up? Can I get assigned to one of them sometime? It would be a nice change.’

I chuckled, but Kaz just shook his head, looking distracted by something. ‘I’ve got my Talent under control again,’ he said. ‘Finally. But it took far too long. It’s like . . . the Talent went haywire for a while. I haven’t had to wrestle with it like this for years.’ He scratched his chin. ‘I’ll have to write a paper about it.’

Most members of my family, it should be noted, are some kind of professor, teacher, or researcher. It may seem odd to you that a bunch of dedicated miscreants like us are also a bunch of scholars. If you think that, it means you haven’t known enough professors in your time. What better way is there to avoid growing up for the rest of your life than to spend it perpetually in school?

‘Pelicans!’ Kaz swore suddenly, standing up. ‘I don’t have time for a paper right now! I nearly forgot. Pop, while I was wandering around lost, I passed through Mokia. Tuki Tuki itself is besieged!’

‘We know,’ Bastille said, her arms folded.

‘We do?’ Kaz said, scratching at his head.

‘We’ve sent troops to help Mokia,’ Bastille said. ‘But the Librarians have begun to raid our nearby coasts. We can’t give any more support to Mokia without leaving Nalhalla undefended.’

‘It’s more than that, I’m afraid,’ Grandpa Smedry said. ‘There are . . . elements in the Council of Kings who are dragging their feet.’

‘What?’ Kaz exclaimed.

‘You missed the whole thing with the treaty, son,’ Grandpa said. ‘I fear some of the kings have made alliances with the Librarians. They nearly got a motion through the Council to abandon Mokia entirely. That was defeated, but only by one vote. Those who were in favor of the motion are still working to deny support to Mokia. They have a lot of influence in the Council.’

‘But the Librarians tried to kill them!’ I exclaimed. ‘What about the assassination attempt?’

As a side note, I hate assassination. It looks way too much like a dirty word. Either that or the name of a country populated entirely by two donkeys.

Grandpa just shrugged. ‘Bureaucrats, lad! They can be denser than your uncle Kaz’s bean soup.’

‘Hey!’ Kaz said. ‘I like that soup!’

‘I do too,’ Grandpa said. ‘Makes wonderful glue.’

‘We need to do something,’ Kaz said.

‘I’m trying to,’ Grandpa said. ‘You should hear the speeches I’m giving!’

‘Talk,’ Kaz said. ‘Tuki Tuki is close to falling, Pop! If the capital falls, the kingdom will fall with it.’

‘What about the knights?’ I said. ‘Bastille, didn’t you say most of the Knights of Crystallia are still here, in the city? Why aren’t they on the battlefield?’

‘The Crystin can’t be used for that kind of purpose, lad,’ Grandpa said, shaking his head. ‘They’re forbidden from taking sides in political conflicts.’

‘But this isn’t a political conflict!’ I said. ‘This is against the Librarians. They infiltrated the Crystin; they corrupted the Mindstone! If they win, they’ll undoubtedly disband the knights anyway!’

Bastille grimaced. ‘You see why I’m on edge? We know all of this, but our oaths forbid us from taking part unless we’re defending a Smedry or one of the kings.’

‘Well, one of the kings is in danger,’ I said. ‘Kaz just said so!’

‘King Talakimallo isn’t in the palace at Tuki Tuki,’ Grandpa said, shaking his head. ‘The knights got him away to a safe location soon after the palace came under siege The queen is leading the defense.’

‘The queen of Mokia . . .’ I said. ‘Bastille, isn’t that . . .’

‘My sister,’ she said, nodding. ‘Angola Dartmoor.’

‘The knights won’t protect her?’ I asked.

‘She’s not heir to a line,’ Bastille said, shaking her head. ‘They probably left one guard to protect her, but maybe not. The knights in the area probably all went with the king or with the heir, Princess Kamali.’

‘Tuki Tuki is a hugely important tactical position,’ Kaz said. ‘We can’t lose it!’

‘The knights want to help, but we can’t,’ Bastille complained. ‘It’s forbidden. Besides, most of us have to be here in Nalhalla City to defend the Council of Kings and the Smedrys.’

‘Though the Council no longer trusts the Crystin like they once did,’ Grandpa added, shaking his head. ‘And they forbid the knights’ entrance to most important meetings.’

‘So we just end up sitting around,’ Bastille said, frustratedly knocking her head back against the backrest of her chair, ‘going through endless training sessions and throwing the occasional grenade at someone who deserves it.’ She eyed me.

‘Baking Browns, what a mess!’ Grandpa said. ‘Maybe we need some snacks. I work better with a good broccoli yogurt pop to chew on.’

‘First,’ I said ‘ew. Grandpa, that’s almost crapaflapnasti. Second . . .’ I hesitated for a moment, an idea occurring to me. ‘You’re saying the knights have to protect important people.’

Bastille gave me one of her trademarked ‘Well, duh, Alcatraz, you idiot’™ looks. I ignored it.

‘And the Mokian palace is besieged, about to fall?’ I continued.

‘That’s what it looked like to me,’ Kaz said.

‘So what if we sent someone really important off to Mokia?’ I asked. ‘The knights would have to follow, right? And if we had that someone take up residence in the Mokian palace, then the knights would have to defend the place, right?’

At that moment, something incredible happened. Something amazing, something incredible, something unbelievable.

Bastille smiled.

It was a deep, knowing smile. An eager smile. Almost a wicked smile. Like the smile on a jack-o’-lantern carved by a psychopathic kitten. (Oh, wait. All kittens are psychopathic. If you’ve forgotten, read book one again. In fact, read book one again either way. Someone told me once that it was really funny. What? You believed me in the foreword when I told you not to read them? What, you think you can trust me?)

Bastille’s smile shocked me, pleased me, and made me nervous at the same time. ‘I think,’ she said, ‘that is just about the most brilliant thing you’ve ever said, Alcatraz.’

Granted, the statement didn’t have much competition for the title.

‘It’s certainly bold,’ Grandpa said. ‘Smedry-like for certain!’

‘Who would we send?’ Kaz said, growing eager. ‘Could you go, Pop? They’d be certain to send knights to defend you.’

Grandpa hesitated, then shook his head. ‘If I did that, I’d leave the king without an ally on the Council of Kings. He needs my vote.’

‘But we’d need a direct heir,’ Kaz said. ‘I could go – I will go – but I’ve never been important enough to warrant more than a single knight. I’m not the direct heir. We could send Attica.’

‘He’s gone,’ Bastille said. ‘Fled the city. It’s what we were talking about when you arrived.’

Grandpa nodded. ‘We’d need to put someone in danger who is so valuable the knights have to respond. But this person also has to be uncompromisingly stoopid. It’s idiocy on a grand scale to send oneself directly to a palace on the brink of destruction, surrounded by Librarians, in a doomed kingdom! Why, they’d have to be stoopid on a colossal degree. Of the likes previously unseen to all of humankind!’

And suddenly, for some reason, all eyes in the room turned toward me.

π

Okay, so maybe I exaggerated that last conversation just a little bit. Grandpa might have actually said something along the lines of ‘We’d need someone really, really brave.’ I felt that it’s all right to make this swap, however, since bravery and stoopidity are practically one and the same.

Actually, there’s a mathematical formula for it: STU ≥ BVE. That reads, quite simply, ‘A person’s stoopidity is greater than or equal to their bravery.’ Simple, eh?

Oh, you want proof? You actually expect me to justify my ridiculous assertions? Well, all right. Just this once.

Look at it this way. If a man stumbled accidentally into a trap set by a group of Librarian agents, we’d think him stoopid. Right? However, if he charges valiantly into that same trap knowing it’s there, he’d be called brave. Think about that for a moment. Which sounds dumber? Accidentally falling into the trap or choosing to fall into it?

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