Gandhari smiled wryly. She knew her eyes were special. The eyes seemed to have mystical powers of their own. They could see many more things than they were supposed to. They had just discovered Shakuni’s histrionic attempts beneath his pretentious show of courage. They could clearly see thin lines of relief on Shakuni’s face when Gandhari herself offered to marry Dhritarashtra. Thanks to those eyes, Gandhari was a master of reading the minds of others. Nobody knew that—not even her prodigious brother.
