The room fell silent.

"So what do we do?" Adolin said.

"We make the choice," Dalinar said. "I make the choice."

"Step down or keep heeding the delusions," Adolin spat. "Either way we're letting them rule us."

"And you have a better option?" Dalinar demanded. "You've been quick to complain, Adolin, which seems a habit of yours. But I don't see you offering a legitimate alternative."

"I gave you one," Adolin said. "Ignore the visions and move on!"

"I said a legitimate option!"

The two stared at one another. Dalinar fought to keep his anger contained. In many ways, he and Adolin were too similar. They understood one another, and that enabled them to push in places that hurt.

"Well," Renarin said, "what if we proved whether or not the visions were true?"

Dalinar glanced at him. "What?"

"You say these dreams are detailed," Renarin said, leaning forward with hands clasped in front of him. "What, exactly, do you see?"

Dalinar hesitated, then gulped down the rest of his wine. For once he wished he had intoxicating violet instead of orange. "The visions are often of the Knights Radiant. At the end of each episode, someone-I think one of the Heralds-comes to me and commands me to unite the highprinces of Alethkar."

The room fell silent, Adolin looking disturbed, Renarin just sitting quietly.

"Today, I saw the Day of Recreance," Dalinar continued. "The Radiants abandoned their Shards and walked away. The Plate and Blades…faded somehow when they were abandoned. It seems such an odd detail to have seen." He looked at Adolin. "If these visions are fantasies, then I am a great deal more clever than I once thought myself."

"Do you remember any specifics we could check on?" Renarin asked. "Names? Locations? Events that might be traced in history?"

"This last one was of a place called Feverstone Keep," Dalinar said.

"I've never heard of it," Adolin said.

"Feverstone Keep," Dalinar repeated. "In my vision, there was some kind of war going on near there. The Radiants had been fighting on the front lines. They withdrew to this fortress, then abandoned their Shards there."

"Perhaps we could find something in history," Renarin said. "Proof that either this keep existed or that the Radiants didn't do what you saw there. Then we'd know, wouldn't we? If the dreams are delusions or truth?"

Dalinar found himself nodding. Proving them had never occurred to him, in part because he had assumed they were real at the start. Once he'd started questioning, he'd been more inclined to keep the nature of the visions hidden and silent. But if he knew that he was seeing real events…well, that would at least rule out the possibility of madness. It wouldn't solve everything, but it would help a great deal.

"I don't know," Adolin said, more skeptical. "Father, you're talking about times before the Hierocracy. Will we be able to find anything in the histories?"

"There are histories from the time when the Radiants lived," Renarin said. "That's not as far back as the shadowdays or the Heraldic Epochs. We could ask Jasnah. Isn't this what she does? As a Veristitalian?"

Dalinar looked at Adolin. "It sounds like it's worth a try, son."

"Maybe," Adolin said. "But we can't take the existence of a single place as proof. You could have heard of this Feverstone Keep, and therefore included it."

"Well," Renarin said, "that may be true. But if what Father sees are just delusions, then certainly we'll be able to prove some parts of them untrue. It seems impossible that every detail he imagines is one that he got from a story or history. Some aspects of the delusions would have to be pure fancy."

Adolin nodded slowly. "I…You're right, Renarin. Yes, it's a good plan."

"We need to get one of my scribes," Dalinar said. "So I can dictate the vision I just had while it is fresh."

"Yes," Renarin said. "The more details we have, the easier it will be to prove-or disprove-the visions."

Dalinar grimaced, setting aside his cup and walking over to the others. He sat down. "All right, but who would we use to record the dictation?"

"You have a great number of clerks, Father," Renarin said.

"And they're all either wife or daughter to one of my officers," Dalinar said. How could he explain? It was painful enough for him to expose weakness to his sons. If news of what he saw got around to his officers, it could weaken morale. There might come a time to reveal these things to his men, but he would need to do so carefully. And he'd much rather know for himself whether or not he was mad before he approached others.

"Yes," Adolin said, nodding-though Renarin still looked perplexed. "I understand. But, Father, we can't afford to wait for Jasnah to return. It could be months yet."

"Agreed." Dalinar said. He sighed. There was another option. "Renarin, send a runner for your aunt Navani."

Adolin glanced at Dalinar, raising an eyebrow. "It's a good idea. But I thought you didn't trust her."

"I trust her to keep her word," Dalinar said, resigned. "And to keep confidence. I told her of my plans to abdicate, and she didn't tell a soul." Navani was excellent at keeping secrets. Far better than the women of his court. He trusted them to an extent, but keeping a secret like this would require someone supremely exacting in their words and thoughts.

That meant Navani. She would probably find a way to manipulate him using the knowledge, but at least the secret would be safe from his men.

"Go, Renarin," Dalinar said.

Renarin nodded and stood. He had apparently recovered from his fit, and walked surefooted to the door. As he left, Adolin approached Dalinar. "Father, what will you do if we prove that I'm right, and it's just your own mind?"

"A part of me wishes for that to happen," Dalinar said, watching the door swing closed after Renarin. "I fear madness, but at least it is something familiar, something that can be dealt with. I will give you the princedom, then seek help in Kharbranth. But if these things are not delusions, I face another decision. Do I accept what they tell me or not? It may very well be better for Alethkar if I prove to be mad. It will be easier, at the least."

Adolin considered that, his brow furrowed, his jaw tense. "And Sadeas? He seems to be nearing the completion of his investigation. What do we do?"

It was a legitimate question. Troubles over Dalinar trusting the visions in relation to Sadeas had been what had drawn Dalinar and Adolin to argument in the first place.

Unite them. That wasn't just a command from the visions. It had been Gavilar's dream. A unified Alethkar. Had Dalinar let that dream-combined with guilt over failing his brother-drive him to construct supernatural rationalizations for seeking his brother's will?

He felt uncertain. He hated feeling uncertain.

"Very well," Dalinar said. "I give you leave to prepare for the worst, just in case Sadeas moves against us. Prepare our officers and call back the companies sent to patrol for bandits. If Sadeas denounces me as having tried to kill Elhokar, we will lock down our warcamp and go on alert. I don't intend to let him bring me in for execution."

Adolin looked relieved. "Thank you, Father."

"Hope it doesn't come to that, son," Dalinar said. "The moment Sadeas and I go to war in earnest, Alethkar as a nation will shatter. Ours are the two princedoms that uphold the king, and if we turn to strife, the others will either pick sides or turn to wars of their own."

Adolin nodded, but Dalinar sat back, disturbed. I'm sorry, he thought to whatever force was sending the visions. But I have to be wise.

In a way, this seemed like a second test to him. The visions had told him to trust Sadeas. Well, he would see what happened. "…and then it faded," Dalinar said. "After that, I found myself back here."