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"Now," Sigzil said, scrambling at an idea, "everybody knows that Mishim--the third moon--is the most clever and wily of the moons."

"All right... And this is relevant, why?"

"Because of a story," Sigzil said. "Hush. Uh, I mean, please listen, sir. You see, there are three moons, and the third moon is the cleverest. And she doesn't want to be in the sky, sir. She wants to escape.

"So one night, she tricked the queen of the Natan people--this was a long time ago, so they were still around. I mean, they're still around now, but they were more around then, sir. And the moon tricked her, and then they traded places until they stopped. And now the Natan people have blue skin. Does that make sense?"

Kaladin blinked. "I have no idea what you just said."

"Um, well," Sigzil said. "It's obviously fanciful. Not the real reason that the Natan people have blush skin. And, um..."

"It was supposed to explain something?"

"It's how my master always did things," Sigzil said, looking at his feet. "He'd tell a story anytime someone was confused, or when people were angry at him. And, well, it changed everything. Somehow." He looked to Kaladin.

"I suppose," Kaladin said slowly, "that maybe you feel... like a moon...."

"No, not really." It was about responsibility, but he had really not explained it well. Storms. Master Hoid had named him a full Worldsinger, and here he couldn't even tell a story straight.

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