"Punish them..." Dalinar said, the Thrill rising again. Pain. Anger. Humiliation. He pressed his hands against the map table to steady himself. "The Soulcaster that my brother sent. She can make two things?"
"Grain and oil," Teleb said.
"Good. Set her to work."
"More food supplies?"
"No, oil. As much as we have gemstones for. Oh, and someone take my wife to her tent so she may recover from her unwarranted grief. Everyone else, gather round. In the morning we make Rathalas an example. I promised Tanalan that his widows would weep for what I did here, but that is too merciful for what they've done to me. I intend to so thoroughly ruin this place that for ten generations, nobody will dare build here for fear of the spirits who will haunt it. We will make a pyre of this city, and there shall be no weeping for its passing, for none will remain to weep."
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