With this thought in mind, Desai decided to aim directly for the apple atop Neplon's head with his throwing knife.
He drew his right hand back, tensioning it like a bowstring, then snapped it forward, releasing his grip.
The knife soared towards Neplon like an arrow freed from its bow.
The guests were spellbound, their voices hushed, and even their breathing seemed to freeze in anticipation.
The knife missed its target by a mere fraction, but from Desai's perspective, it landed just half a head's width to Neplon's left.
Applause broke out among the spectators.
Howard, uninterested in the spectacle, continued to enjoy his mutton.
Golan went to watch the knife-throwing contest, and Howard did not stop him.
Some of the family maids also expressed a desire to watch, and Howard remained silent.
It was Metinnis's turn next.
