[ once again, kaveh asks. once again, alhaitham is disinclined to respond. the intention does not - and never has - mattered. he is the prince of a state that soaked lokapala in blood. nothing he says will assuage the evident suspicions that swim in kaveh's blood-like gaze. and so he doesn't. elham's name is inscribed in the neat annals of his mind, carefully filed away for actionable outcome. beneath her name, there is a blank to be filled. the only person left alive in this world who would know the answer is kaveh.

what use are you, he had asked kaveh, not having expected a response in turn. but alhaitham knows kaveh's use. ]

Is she good with dance, or numbers? Or perhaps is she a gifted equestrian?

[ number would be idea. he had never had a spy within the hall of the master of numbers. and have someone within the stables with the master of horses and sumpterbeasts would further facilitate travel opportunities.

knowing, however, his questions come without explanation, alhaitham inclines his head. ] Answer the question, and I will arrange for you to meet with her.