She settled back in her chair, the humid air warm around her. To her left, Jasnah Kholin
floated quietly in the pool inset in the floor of the bathing chamber. Jasnah liked to soak in
the bath, and Shallan couldn't blame her. During most of Shallan's life, bathing had been an
ordeal involving dozens of parshmen carting heated buckets of water, followed by a quick
scrub in the brass tub before the water cooled.
Kharbranth's palace offered far more luxury. The stone pool in the ground resembled a
small personal lake, luxuriously warmed by clever fabrials that produced heat. Shallan
didn't know much about fabrials yet, though part of her was very intrigued. This type was
becoming increasingly common. Just the other day, the Conclave staff had sent Jasnah one to
heat her chambers.
The water didn't have to be carried in but came out of pipes. At the turn of a lever,