The Way of Kings

She grumbled, lowering her hand, but knew that he said the things – in part – because she encouraged him. She couldn’t help it. Nobody had ever shown her the kind of interest that he, increasingly, did. She liked him – liked talking with him, liked listening to him. It was a wonderful way to break the monotony of study.

There was, of course, no prospect for a union. Assuming she could protect her family, she’d be needed to make a good political marriage. Dallying with an ardent owned by the king of Kharbranth wouldn’t serve anyone.

I’ll soon have to start hinting to him the truth, she thought. He has to know that this won’t go anywhere. Doesn’t he?

He leaned toward her. “You really are what you seem, aren’t you, Shallan?”

“Capable? Intelligent? Charming?”

He smiled. “Genuine.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” she said.

“You are. I see it in you.”

“It’s not that I’m genuine. I’m naive. I lived my entire childhood in my family’s manor.”

“You don’t have the air of a recluse about you. You’re so at ease at conversation.”

“I had to become so. I spent most of my childhood in my own company, and I detest boring conversation partners.”

He smiled, though his eyes held concern. “It seems a shame that one such as you would lack for attention. That’s like hanging a beautiful painting facing the wall.”

She leaned back on her safehand, finishing off her bread. “I wouldn’t say I lacked for attention, not quantitatively, for certain. My father paid me plenty of attention.”

“I’ve heard of him. A stern man, by reputation.”

“He’s…” She had to pretend he was still alive. “My father is a man of passion and virtue. Just never at the same time.”

“Shallan! That might just be the wittiest thing I’ve heard you say.”

“And perhaps the most truthful. Unfortunately.”

Kabsal looked into her eyes, searching for something. What did he see? “You don’t seem to care for your father much.”

“Another truthful statement. The berries are working on both of us, I see.”

“He’s a hurtful man, I gather?”

“Yes, though never to me. I’m too precious. His ideal, perfect daughter. You see, my father is precisely the type of man to hang a picture facing the wrong way. That way, it can’t be soiled by unworthy eyes or touched by unworthy fingers.”

“That’s a shame. As you look very touchable to me.”

She glared. “I told you, no more of that teasing.”

“That wasn’t teasing,” he said, regarding her with deep blue eyes. Earnest eyes. “You intrigue me, Shallan Davar.”

She found her heart thumping. Oddly, a panic rose within her at the same time. “I shouldn’t be intriguing.”

“Why not?”

“Logic puzzles are intriguing. Mathematical computations can be intriguing. Political maneuvers are intriguing. But women… they should be nothing short of baffling.”

“And what if I think I’m beginning to understand you?”

“Then I’m at a severe disadvantage,” she said. “As I don’t understand myself.”

He smiled.

“We shouldn’t be talking like this, Kabsal. You’re an ardent.”

“A man can leave the ardentia, Shallan.”

She felt a jolt. He looked steadily at her, not blinking. Handsome, soft-spoken, witty. This could grow very dangerous very quickly, she thought.

“Jasnah thinks you’re getting close to me because you want her Soulcaster,” Shallan blurted out. Then she winced. Idiot! That’s your response when a man hints that he might leave the service of the Almighty in order to be with you?

“Brightness Jasnah is quite clever,” Kabsal said, slicing himself another piece of bread.

Shallan blinked. “Oh, er. You mean she’s right?”

“Right and wrong,” Kabsal said. “The devotary would very, very much like to get that fabrial. I planned to ask your help eventually.”

“But?”

“But my superiors thought it was a terrible idea.” He grimaced. “They think the king of Alethkar is volatile enough that he’d march to war with Kharbranth over that. Soulcasters aren’t Shardblades, but they can be equally important.” He shook his head, taking a bite of bread. “Elhokar Kholin should be ashamed to let his sister use that fabrial, particularly so trivially. But if we were to steal it… Well, the repercussions could be felt across all of Vorin Roshar.”

“Is that so?” Shallan said, feeling sick.

He nodded. “Most people don’t think about it. I didn’t. Kings rule and war with Shards – but their armies subsist through Soulcasters. Do you have any idea the kinds of supply lines and support personnel Soulcasters replace? Without them, warfare is virtually impossible. You’d need hundreds of wagons filled with food every month!”

“I guess… that would be a problem.” She took a deep breath. “They fascinate me, these Soulcasters. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to use one.”

“I as well.”

“So you’ve never used one?”

He shook his head. “There aren’t any in Kharbranth.”