Teft Quotes

I ain't grouchy,” Teft snapped. “I just have a low threshold for stupidity.

Life breaks us, Teft. Then we fill the cracks with something stronger.

You're young," Teft said. "I'm old." "That makes you wiser, presumably?" "Damnation no. The only thing it proves is that I've more experience staying alive than you.

Your insult has offended me. If we were at the Peaks, we would have to duel in traditional alil'tiki'i fashion." "Which is what?" Teft asked. "With spears?" Rock laughed. "No, no. We upon the Peaks are not barbarians like you down here." "How then?" Kaladin asked, genuinely curious. "Well," Rock said, "is involving much mudbeer and singing." “How's that a duel?” "He who can still sing after the most drinks is winner. Plus, soon' everyone is so drunk that they forget what argument was about." Teft laughed. "Beats knives at dawn, I suppose.

I ain’t grouchy,” Teft snapped. “I just have a low threshold for stupidity.

We lift the bridge together, Teft,” Kaladin said. “And we carry it.

How did you get to know people so well?” Teft asked. “It involves a lot of cutting them apart,” Kaladin said.

I need you, Teft,” Kaladin said. “I said—” “Not your food. You. Your loyalty. Your allegiance.” The older man continued to eat. He didn’t have a slave brand, and neither did Rock. Kaladin didn’t know their stories. All he knew was that these two had helped when others hadn’t. They weren’t completely beaten down. “Teft—” Kaladin began. “I’ve given my loyalty before,” the man said. “Too many times now. Always works out the same.” “Your trust gets betrayed?” Kaladin asked softly. Teft snorted. “Storms, no. I betray it. You can’t depend on me, son. I belong here, as a bridgeman.” “I depended on you yesterday, and you impressed me.” “Fluke.” “I’ll judge that,” Kaladin said. “Teft, we’re all broken, in one way or another. Otherwise we wouldn’t be bridgemen. I’ve failed. My own brother died because of me.” “So why keep caring?” “It’s either that or give up and die.” “And if death is better?” It came back to this problem. This was why the bridgemen didn’t care if he helped the wounded or not. “Death isn’t better,” Kaladin said, looking Teft in the eyes. “Oh, it’s easy to say that now. But when you stand on the ledge and look down into that dark, endless pit, you change your mind. Just like Hobber did. Just like I’ve done.” He hesitated, seeing something in the older man’s eyes. “I think you’ve seen it too.” “Aye,” Teft said softly. “Aye, I have.” “So, are you with us in this thing?” Rock said, squatting down. Us? Kaladin thought, smiling faintly. Teft looked back and forth between the two of them. “I get to keep my food?” “Yes,” Kaladin said. Teft shrugged. “All right then, I guess. Can’t be any harder than sitting here and having a staring contest with mortality.

—Estoy roto. —¿Y quién no? La vida nos rompe, Teft. Y entonces rellenamos las grietas con algo más fuerte.

Tradition is the blind witness they use to condemn us, Teft,” Kaladin said. “It’s the pretty box they use to wrap up their lies. It makes us serve them.” Teft

Stories and legends, Teft,” Kaladin said. “We want to believe that there were better men once. That makes us think it could be that way again. But people don’t change. They are corrupt now. They were corrupt then.

Life before death,” Teft said, wagging a finger at Kaladin. “The Radiant seeks to defend life, always. He never kills unnecessarily, and never risks his own life for frivolous reasons. Living is harder than dying. The Radiant’s duty is to live. “Strength before weakness. All men are weak at some time in their lives. The Radiant protects those who are weak, and uses his strength for others. Strength does not make one capable of rule; it makes one capable of service.” Teft picked up spheres, putting them in his pouch. He held the last one for a second, then tucked it away too. “Journey before destination. There are always several ways to achieve a goal. Failure is preferable to winning through unjust means. Protecting ten innocents is not worth killing one. In the end, all men die. How you lived will be far more important to the Almighty than what you accomplished.

How can you be a lighteyes without light eyes?” Teft said with a scowl. “By having dark eyes,” Rock said, as if it were obvious. “We do not pick our leaders this way. Is complicated. But do not interrupt story.” He milked another reed, tossing the husk into a pile beside him. “The nuatoma, they see our lack of Shards as great shame. They want these weapons very badly. It is believed that the nuatoma who first obtains a Shardblade would become king, a thing we have not had for many years. No peak would fight another peak where a man held one of the blessed Blades.” “So you came to buy one?” Kaladin asked. No Shardbearer would sell his weapon. Each was a distinctive relic, taken from one of the Lost Radiants after their betrayal. Rock laughed. “Ha! Buy? No, we are not so foolish as this. But my nuatoma, he knew of your tradition, eh? It says that if a man kills a Shardbearer, he may take the Blade and Plate as his own. And so my nuatoma and his house, we made a grand procession, coming down to find and kill one of your Shardbearers.” Kaladin almost laughed. “I assume it proved more difficult than that.” “My nuatoma was not a fool,” Rock said, defensive. “He knew this thing would be difficult, but your tradition, it gives us hope, you see? Occasionally, a brave nuatoma will come down to duel a Shardbearer. Someday, one will win, and we will have Shards.

Tu insulto me ha ofendido. Si estuviéramos en los Picos, habríamos tenido que librar un duelo a la forma tradicional alil’tiki’i. —¿Y eso cómo es? —preguntó Teft—. ¿Con lanzas? Roca se echó a reír. —No, no. En los Picos no somos bárbaros como vosotros aquí abajo. —¿Cómo entonces? —preguntó Kaladin, sintiendo verdadera curiosidad. —Bueno —dijo Roca, soltando el verdín y sacudiéndose las manos—. Implica cerveza y cantar. —¿Y eso es un duelo? —El que puede cantar después de beber más cerveza es el ganador. Además, todo el mundo se emborracha tanto y tan pronto que probablemente olvidan de qué iba la discusión. Teft se echó a reír. [...] —Dunny —le dijo al joven—. Es un nombre extraño. ¿Qué significa? —¿Qué significa? —preguntó Dunny—. No lo sé. Los nombres no siempre tienen significado. Roca sacudió la cabeza, disconforme. […] -¿Entonces tu nombre significa algo? —preguntó Teft—. Nu…, ma…, nu… —Numuhukumakiaki​’aialunamor —dijo Roca. El comecuernos nativo sonaba fácil en sus labios—. Naturalmente. Describe la roca especial que descubrió mi padre el día antes de mi nacimiento. —¿Entonces tu nombre es una frase entera? —preguntó Dunny, inseguro, como si no estuviera seguro de encajar en el grupo. —Es un poema —dijo Roca—. En los Picos, todos los nombres son poemas. —¿Y eso? —dijo Teft, rascándose la cabeza—. Llamar a la familia a comer debe ser como escuchar a un coro. Roca se echó a reír. —Cierto, cierto. También provoca discusiones interesantes. Normalmente, los mejores insultos en los Picos son en forma de poemas, similares al nombre de la persona en composición y rima. —Kelek, parece un montón de trabajo. —Quizá por eso la mayoría de las discusiones terminan bebiendo —dijo Roca.” Pasaje de El camino de los reyes Brandon Sanderson

I’m broken.” “Who isn’t? Life breaks us, Teft. Then we fill the cracks with something stronger.

Teft,’ Kaladain said flatly, ‘if we rejected bridgemen based on their looks, we’d have kicked you out weeks ago for that face of yours.

Then there I was, staring at my friends, knowing they would do their best to kill me.…” “That’s terrible,” Syl said, causing Teft and Rlain to glance at her. Apparently she’d decided to let them see her. “That’s so terrible.…” “It was war,” Rlain said. “Is that an excuse?” she asked. “An explanation,” Teft said. “One used to explain too much,” Syl said, wrapping her arms around herself and growing smaller than usual. “It’s war, you say. Nothing to be done about it. You act like it’s as inevitable as the sun and storms. But it’s not. You don’t have to kill each other.” Kaladin shared a glance with Teft and Rlain, the latter humming to a mournful cadence. She wasn’t wrong

Permission to stab him a little, sir,” said Teft, the bridgeman leader. “How do you stab someone ‘a little,’ soldier?” “I could do it,” Lyn said. “I’ve only started training with a spear. We could claim it was an accident.” “No, no,” Lopen said. “You want to stab him a little? Let my cousin Huio do it, sir. He’s the expert on little things.” “Short joke?” Huio said in his broken Alethi. “Be glad not short temper.” “I’m just trying to involve you, Huio. I know that most people overlook you. It’s very easy to do, you see.…

What’s your real name, then?” Teft asked. “You won’t be able to say it.” Teft raised an eyebrow. “Numuhukumakiaki’aialunamor,” Rock said. Teft hesitated, then smiled. “Well, I guess in that case, Rock will do just fine.

Teft—” Kaladin began. “I’ve given my loyalty before,” the man said. “Too many times now. Always works out the same.” “Your trust gets betrayed?” Kaladin asked softly. Teft snorted. “Storms, no. I betray it. You can’t depend on me, son. I belong here, as a bridgeman.

A man can’t hate himself because of what he’s done or not done,” Teft said.

—No puedes protegernos a todos, hijo —dijo Teft—. No puedes impedir que la gente sienta dolor, no puedes impedir que los hombres mueran.

Tradition is the blind witness they use to condemn us, Teft,” Kaladin said. “It’s the pretty box they use to wrap up their lies. It makes us serve them.

Death isn’t better,” Kaladin said, looking Teft in the eyes. “Oh, it’s easy to say that now. But when you stand on the ledge and look down into that dark, endless pit, you change your mind. Just like Hobber did. Just like I’ve done.” He hesitated, seeing something in the older man’s eyes. “I think you’ve seen it too.

—Supongo que no —dijo Teft, frotándose la barba. —Roca no es mi verdadero nombre —admitió el comecuernos—. Es el que pueden pronunciar los llaneros. —¿Cuál es tu verdadero nombre, entonces? —preguntó Teft. —No podrás decirlo. Teft alzó una ceja. —Numuhukumakiaki’aialunamor —dijo Roca. Teft vaciló, pero luego sonrió. —Bueno, supongo que en este caso Roca valdrá. Roca se echó a reír y se sentó.

—¿Crees que me asusta un torpe chull como tú? Me iré si quiero, y... —Teft —dijo Kaladin con suavidad—. Te necesitamos. Necesidad. Esa palabra tenía extraños efectos sobre los hombres. Algunos huían cuando la empleabas. Otros se ponían nerviosos. Teft parecía anhelarla.

—Un nombre estúpido —dijo Roca, sin inmutarse—. Pero al menos tiene significado. ¿El tuyo significa algo? —Supongo que no —dijo Teft, frotándose la barba. —Roca no es mi verdadero nombre —admitió el comecuernos—. Es el que pueden pronunciar los llaneros. —¿Cuál es tu verdadero nombre, entonces? —preguntó Teft. —No podrás decirlo. Teft alzó una ceja. —Numuhukumakiaki’aialunamor —dijo Roca. Teft vaciló, pero luego sonrió. —Bueno, supongo que en este caso Roca valdrá. Roca se echó a reír y se sentó.

Walk-throughs, yes,” Teft said, eyeing a dark corridor. “But explored? You might walk the woods every day and never see one out of a hundred things in there watching you.

«Las palabras», dijo una voz, urgente, como directa a su mente. En ese momento, Kaladin se sorprendió al darse cuenta de que las conocía, aunque nunca se las habían dicho. —Yo protegeré a aquellos que no puedan protegerse —susurró. El Segundo Ideal de los Caballeros Radiantes. Un chasquido sacudió el aire, como un trueno enorme, aunque el cielo estaba completamente despejado. Teft retrocedió, tras terminar de colocar el puente en su sitio, y se quedó boquiabierto como el resto del Puente Cuatro. Kaladin explotaba de energía. Un estallido de blancura brotó de él, una ola de humo blanco. Luz tormentosa. Su fuerza chocó contra la primera fila de parshendi, lanzándolos hacia atrás, y Teft tuvo que alzar la mano para protegerse de la vibración de la luz. —Algo acaba de cambiar —susurró Moash, la mano en alto—. Algo importante.

Teft could function. You learned how to do that. How to cling to the normal parts of your life so that people wouldn’t be too worried. So that you wouldn’t be too undependable.

—No sé de qué se trata —gruñó Teft—. Pero parece patético rendirse. Deberíamos seguir luchando. Hasta que esas flechas nos lleven por delante. Ya sabes, «viaje antes que destino». —¿Y eso qué significa? —No lo sé —dijo Teft, bajando rápidamente la mirada—. Es algo que oí una vez.

—No sé —gruñó Teft—. Pero nunca me han gustado. Parece que pueden hablar unos con otros sin emitir sonido alguno. No me gusta su aspecto. —Teft —dijo Kaladin llanamente—, si rechazáramos a los hombres de los puentes basándonos en su aspecto, te habríamos echado hace semanas por esa cara que tienes. Teft gruñó. Luego sonrió.

Teft gasped in the darkness. “Can you see it, Teft?” the spren whispered. “Can you feel the Words?” “I’m broken.” “Who isn’t? Life breaks us, Teft. Then we fill the cracks with something stronger.

Storms, but they were good men. Better friends than he deserved. They were all growing into something grand, while Teft... Teft just stayed on the ground, looking up.

Life before death,” Teft said, wagging a finger at Kaladin. “The Radiant seeks to defend life, always. He never kills unnecessarily, and never risks his own life for frivolous reasons. Living is harder than dying. The Radiant’s duty is to live. “Strength before weakness. All men are weak at some time in their lives. The Radiant protects those who are weak, and uses his strength for others. Strength does not make one capable of rule; it makes one capable of service.” Teft picked up spheres, putting them in his pouch. He held the last one for a second, then tucked it away too. “Journey before destination. There are always several ways to achieve a goal. Failure is preferable to winning through unjust means. Protecting ten innocents is not worth killing one. In the end, all men die. How you lived will be far more important to the Almighty than what you accomplished.

Life before death,” Teft said, wagging a finger at Kaladin. “The Radiant seeks to defend life, always. He never kills unnecessarily, and never risks his own life for frivolous reasons. Living is harder than dying. The Radiant’s duty is to live. “Strength before weakness. All men are weak at some time in their lives. The Radiant protects those who are weak, and uses his strength for others. Strength does not make one capable of rule; it makes one capable of service.” Teft picked up spheres, putting them in his pouch. He held the last one for a second, then tucked it away too. “Journey before destination. There are always several ways to achieve a goal. Failure is preferable to winning through unjust means. Protecting ten innocents is not worth killing one. In the end, all men die.

Why do we fight, Kal? Why do we keep going?” “I don’t know,” Kaladin whispered. “I’ve forgotten.” “It’s so we can be with each other.” “They all die, Tien. Everyone dies.” “So they do, don’t they?” “That means it doesn’t matter,” Kaladin said. “None of it matters.” “See, that’s the wrong way of looking at it.” Tien held him tighter. “Since we all go to the same place in the end, the moments we spent with each other are the only things that do matter. The times we helped each other.” Kaladin trembled. “Look at it, Kal,” Tien said softly. “See the colors. If you think letting Teft die is a failure—but all the times you supported him are meaningless—then no wonder it always hurts. Instead, if you think of how lucky you both were to be able to help each other when you were together, well, it looks a lot nicer, doesn’t it?” (less)

I ain’t grouchy,’ Teft snapped. ‘I just have a low threshold for stupidity.

So your name means something?” Teft asked. “Nu … ma … nu …” “Numuhukumakiaki’aialunamor,” Rock said, the native Horneater sounds flowing easily from his lips. “Of course. Is description of very special rock my father discovered the day before my birth.

That’s because he’s almost as grouchy as you are, Teft.” “I ain’t grouchy,” Teft snapped. “I just have a low threshold for stupidity.

Is...Teft complimenting us? Wait, no, I’m not part of the group that is going. Everything makes sense again.

Teft ahogó un grito en la oscuridad. —¿Puedes verlo, Teft? —susurró la spren—. ¿Puedes sentir las Palabras? —Estoy roto. —¿Y quién no? La vida nos rompe, Teft. Y entonces rellenamos las grietas con algo más fuerte. —Me doy ganas de vomitar. —Teft —dijo ella, una resplandeciente aparición en la oscuridad—, justo a eso se refieren las Palabras. Oh, Kelek. Los gritos. La lucha. Sus amigos. —Yo... ¡Tormentas, sé un hombre por una vez en la vida! Teft se lamió los labios y habló. —Protegeré a quienes odie. Incluso... si a quien más odio... soy yo mismo.

«Es un Corredor del Viento, y del mismo juramento que yo —pensó Kaladin—. Yo estoy despierto cuando los otros han caído. A Teft le falta poco para despertar.» ¿Habría alguna relación?

Lleno de confianza, y de algún modo todavía esperanzado, Teft murió.

—Venga, no soy tan horrible —dijo Kaladin, pero no pudo contener una sonrisa—. Además, tu voz de Kaladin suena más parecida a Teft. Syl recobró su aspecto habitual y se sentó con delicadeza, a todas luces satisfecha consigo misma. Y él tuvo que reconocer que se notaba más animado. «Tormentas —pensó—, ¿dónde estaría yo si no la hubiera encontrado?» La respuesta era evidente. Estaría muerto al fondo de un abismo, después de haberse arrojado a la oscuridad.

—Abre la puerta —dijo Kaladin. —Brillante señor, podría ser peligroso. —¿Alguna vez ha atacado a alguien? —preguntó Kaladin—. ¿Ha hecho daño a alguien más aparte de sí mismo? —No —respondió el fervoroso—, pero los dementes pueden ser impredecibles. Es posible que salgáis heridos. —Chaval —dijo Teft—, podrías clavarnos cien espadas y solo protestaríamos porque nos has destrozado la ropa. Abre la tormentosa puerta. —Ah. Hum, de acuerdo.

Su mente estaba llena de aquel Susurro de Muerte, que había profetizado el asesinato de Vienta y Sigzil por la misma terrible mano que se había llevado ya a Teft y a Leyten.

Who isn’t? Life breaks us, Teft. Then we fill the cracks with something stronger.

We lift the bridge together, Teft. And we carry it

—Eso es porque es casi tan gruñón como tú, Teft. —Yo no soy gruñón —replicó este—. Solo tengo poca paciencia con la estupidez.

I don’t know what the point is,” Teft grumbled. “But it seems pathetic to give up. We should keep fighting. Right until those arrows take us. You know, ‘journey before destination.’ ” “What does that mean?” “I don’t know,” Teft said, looking down quickly. “Just something I heard once.” “It’s something the Lost Radiants used to say,” Sigzil said, walking past. Kaladin glanced to the side. The soft-spoken Azish man set a shield on a pile. He looked up, brown skin dark in the torchlight. “It was their motto. Part of it, at least. ‘Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination.