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Kaladin wakes battered the morning after the run, having decided in the night to keep going. He checks his three wounded in the front of the barrack: Leyten hanging on but in need of antiseptic, Hobber gap-toothed and openly weeping his thanks, Dabbid in deep battle shock and staring at the floor. The aged camp apothecary has been forbidden by Sadeas from giving supplies to bridgemen, slaves, or servants of the lesser nahns; Kaladin is on his own.

He forces himself outside and back onto the plank from yesterday. He cannot move as fast, but he refuses to embarrass himself by falling. The other crews watch with outright hostility. Syl flits down onto his plank and asks why men lie. Bridge Four has been talking — some think battle has broken his mind, like the silent boy in the barrack. They mention only one man who is said never to lie: Dalinar the Blackthorn. If everyone lies, Syl reasons, then perhaps it is the one who does not who is mad.

He needs the knobweed that grows in the lee of boulders outside the camp — its sap is a fine antiseptic his father taught him to milk. He goes to Gaz and trades his cooperation for Bridge Four taking the day's stone-gathering detail (which Bussik of Bridge Three is too thin to manage). Then he crosses the yard and recruits Teft in the shadow of the barrack — the older man warning him that he always betrays the loyalty he gives, and Kaladin answering that they are all broken and they can either keep going or give up and die. Teft, who has stood on the edge himself, takes the offered hand. Rock introduces himself by his real name — Numuhukumakiaki'aialunamor — and admits why no lowlander can say it. The three of them have an afternoon outside the camp and a plan.