always be schemes and plots—but the truly important players inevitably make their way here.”
“Your son continues to see assassins around every corner,” Dalinar said softly.
“And shouldn’t he? After what happened to his father…”
“True, but I fear he carries it to extremes. He mistrusts even his allies.”
Navani folded her hands in her lap, freehand lying atop safehand. “He’s not very good at this, is he?”
Dalinar blinked in shock. “What? Elhokar is a good man! He has more integrity than any other lighteyes in this army.”
“But his rule is weak,” Navani said. “You must admit that.”
“He is king,” Dalinar said firmly, “and my nephew. He has both my sword and my heart, Navani, and I will not hear ill spoken of him, even by his own mother.”
She eyed him. Was she testing his loyalty? Much like her daughter, Navani was a political creature. Intrigue made her blossom like a rockbud in calm wet air. However, unlike Jasnah, Navani was hard to trust. At least with Jasnah one knew where one stood—once again, Dalinar found himself wishing she’d put aside her projects and return to the Shattered Plains.
“I’m not speaking ill of my son, Dalinar,” Navani said. “We both know I am as loyal to him as you are. But I like to know what I’m working with, and that requires a definition. He is seen as weak, and I intend to see him protected. Despite himself, if necessary.”
“Then we work for the same goals. But if protecting him was the second reason you returned, what was the third?”
She smiled a violet-eyed, red-lipped smile at him. A meaningful smile.
Blood of my ancestors… Dalinar thought. Stormwinds, but she’s beautiful. Beautiful and deadly. It seemed a particular irony to him that his wife’s face had been erased from his mind, and yet he could remember in complete and intricate detail the months this woman had spent toying with him and Gavilar. She’d played them off one another, fanning their desire before finally choosing the elder son.
They’d all known the entire time that she would choose Gavilar. It had hurt anyway.
“We need to talk sometime in private,” Navani said. “I want to hear your opinion on some of the things being said in camp.”
That probably meant the rumors about him. “I—I’m very busy.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you are. We’re meeting anyway, once I’ve had time to settle here and put out feelers. How about one week from today? I’ll come read to you from that book of my husband’s, and afterward we can chat. We’ll do it in a public place. All right?”
He sighed. “Very well. But—”
“Highprinces and lighteyes,” Elhokar’s suddenly proclaimed. Dalinar and Navani turned toward the end of the table, where the king stood wearing his uniform complete with royal cape and crown. He raised a hand toward the island. The people hushed, and soon the only sound was that of the water burbling through the streams.
“I’m sure many of you have heard the rumors regarding the attempt on my life during the hunt three days ago,” Elhokar announced. “When my saddle girth was cut.”
Dalinar glanced at Navani. She raised her freehand toward him and rocked it back and forth, indicating that she didn’t find the rumors to be persuasive. She knew about the rumors, of course. Give Navani five minutes in a city and she’d know anything and everything of significance being gossiped about.
“I assure you, I was never in real danger,” Elhokar said. “Thanks, in part, to the protection of the King’s Guard and the vigilance of my uncle. However, I believe it wise to treat all threats with due prudence and seriousness. Therefore, I am appointing Brightlord Torol Sadeas to be Highprince of Information, charging him to unearth the truth regarding this attempt on my life.”
Dalinar blinked in shock. Then he closed his eyes and let out a soft groan.
“Unearth the truth,” Navani said skeptically. “Sadeas?”
“Blood of my…He thinks I’m ignoring the threats to him, so he’s looking to Sadeas instead.”
“Well, I suppose that’s all right,” she said. “I kind of trust Sadeas.”
“Navani,” Dalinar said, opening his eyes. “The incident happened on a hunt I planned, under the protection of my guard and my soldiers. The king’s horse was prepared by my grooms. He publicly asked me to look into this strap business, and now he’s just taken the investigation away from me.”
“Oh dear.” She understood. This was nearly the same thing as Elhokar proclaiming that he suspected Dalinar. Any information Sadeas unearthed regarding this “assassination attempt” could only