Tyrith shook his head but when he spoke his voice was low, scarcely a whisper but his expression was cold as iron. The walls of the Red Keep had ears and tongues as well. "Sheath your temper for the moment, my lord Sun. I would believe Elia was a priestess of R'hllohr before I believed this latest lunacy. But it is not my opinion that matters- I am not Hand here."
"As for mine, they're as like to have done it as your sweet sister. Even if one of them had the stomach they'd not have the wisdom for it. This plan savors of an older grudge. Youth would have been somewhat more direct."