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After Roion's entourage has filed out Adolin catches his father alone in the Gallery of Maps under the great Prime Map and asks, carefully, what they intend to do about Sadeas's new appointment and the formal investigation it implies into the king's death. Dalinar tells him: nothing. He cannot deny Sadeas the authority of an honest investigation without denying the very Codes he is asking the rest of Alethkar to live by. He has been told what to do — trust Sadeas, be strong, act with honor, and honor will aid him in turn. *From where?* Adolin asks, knowing the answer. The visions. Of course.

Adolin has tried to raise this five times in the last month and been deflected five times. This time his patience snaps. He says, almost in a shout that echoes in the empty hall, what he has been carrying for weeks. The house is being mocked in every warcamp. The other highprinces have begun to refer to his father in cup-toasts the way one refers to a sick uncle who must be humored. Dalinar is not well. The visions, the book, the Codes — perhaps they are all rationalisations for the guilt over Gavilar's death he has never been able to put down. Sometimes minds simply stop working right. *Sometimes the simple answers are the right ones, Father. The king's strap just wore out. And you're seeing things that aren't there. I'm sorry.*

Dalinar takes it standing. When Adolin is finished he says only that he has been over every one of his son's points a dozen times in the long hours after the last vision, and that he has reached the same conclusion every time: he must trust himself, because there is no one else to trust. Then, coldly — colder than he meant — he asks Adolin to leave. Adolin stares at him for a beat. He stalks out of the Gallery shaking, telling himself the whole way down the corridor that it had needed to be said, and sick about being the one who said it.