Today the Rolbani team would arrive for the Kaavl Games. So would Behran—one of the few men in her life whom she’d granted a sliver of trust. It had been five years since she’d last seen him. Lately she had been remembering how she’d been able to talk to him about almost anything. Would it be the same now?Dared she tell him about her suspicions concerning Mentàll?Again, worry conflicted with her lifelong respect and loyalty to her cousin. Had he ordered illegal swords made, or not? Was his secret plan a threat to Rolban? She didn’t want Rolbanis hurt. Especially not Behran. But if she confessed her worries to him, would she be betraying Mentàll? Of course she would. Behran may have been born a Dehrien, but now he was a Rolbani.So what should she do? If she could get Mentàll to tell her the root of the problem, maybe then she could try to steer him back on the right path.Uneasiness settled in her soul. The Prophet had asked how she’d stop Mentàll. Well, she’d wait, and she’d watch, and when the time came, she would do what she absolutely must.
