Jasnah had spoken of her feelings for precisely that reason. Everyone expected Dalinar to lose himself to wine during a feast-but the king’s daughter, admitting to heresy? That was unprecedented. If there was one thing the Alethi court enjoyed more than wine, it was gossip. Like flies to rotten meat those eyes were, constantly following her. A quartet of women played flutes on a raised platform across from the lively hearth, but the music had long since grown tedious. She had an appointment with an assassin, and she was all too glad to be leaving the stuffy room, which stank of too many perfumes mingling.
Jasnah turned away from the high table and continued through the room. All save Elhokar’s wife, Aesudan, who snickered primly behind a handkerchief.
Jasnah’s brother, Elhokar, hurried to shush their uncle-though the Alethi politely ignored Dalinar’s outburst. Her uncle Dalinar was in the full swing of it, rising from the high table to shout for the Parshendi to bring out their drummers. She wandered through the crowded feast hall, listening as wine greased tongues and dimmed minds. Jasnah Kholin pretended to enjoy the party, giving no indication that she intended to have one of the guests killed.
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