made certain that everyone who came to visit this cell knew how this inmate felt, and behaved accordingly.
She did a good job, piling the soiled hay in the center of the hallway, where she or another cleaner would collect it later. That done, she took her mop and bucket and shut the door behind her while she wiped down the floors. She heard the dull thud as the guard barred the door, sealing her in.
The man didn't stir, so she started to scrub the floor, ridding the room of the smell of human waste. Finally he sat up, but she didn't stop cleaning until he spoke.
"Tisala, I was glad to hear that you weren't dead."
She put the mop down and dropped to her knees before the bedraggled, rag-clothed, painfully thin man who sat cross-legged on the bench.
"Your majesty." This man was the truth of the rebellion. It was Jakoven's younger brother, Kellen, whom Alizon worked to put on the throne.
Though he was sitting, she knew from previous visits that he was half a head shorter than she, and in better times his build would have been stocky. Her father would have said "built like a wall." His hair was curly and dark with a light frosting of gray. He was barely twenty-six. He'd been fifteen when his much older brother had incarcerated him in the Asylum.
The public story was that Kellen had been struck by a mysterious illness. Although he recovered physically, the pain had driven him mad. Jakoven built the Asylum for his brother, a peaceful resting place where the aristocracy could safely stow their unwanted members. For the past decade Kellen had been in this cell - but some people had not forgotten him.
Kellen had once told her that one of Jakoven's wizards had gone to Menogue and received a vision that if the king killed his brother, Jakoven himself would die a hideous, painful death. So when the king decided having a charismatic younger brother was too unsettling, he created the Asylum.
"Tisala," said Kellen again. "Rosem told me you were taken by my brother?"
It was not really a question, but she told him her story, including as many questions the torturer had asked as she could. She told him why she'd run to Ward of Hurog - not just the danger to Beckram, but the more personal reasons as well. When she was finished, he was quiet. She waited patiently.
"You appear well." It wasn't a casual comment, the years in the Asylum had made him distrust most people.
"Sire, the Hurogmeten has a wizard skilled in healing. Though he could not repair all the damage, the healer's work seems to have hastened my recovery." She showed him her hands with the nails partially regrown and turned her left hand so he could see the ugly new scar tissue.
He smiled his rare smile. In all the times he'd called her here, she'd only seen him smile once or twice. "So there is still magic in Hurog. I was told it was so, but I am glad to hear of it. We have need of all the magic we can."
"Sire, Ward is not sworn to your cause." It hurt to make the warning, but it was her duty not to mislead him.
"I know, Tisala, but Jakoven will take care of that for us - if his killing of Erdrick has not already done so." He paused. "I rather liked Erdrick, you know. But Ward ... " Kellen shook his head, eyes lost in the shadows. "Who would have thought that his stupidity was feigned? I knew him before his father ruined him - I would not have though he had a duplicitous bone in his body."
"Survivors can't always choose their methods," she said.
He nodded his head, the smile dying. "I suppose I should have remembered that Ward was the only person I ever met who could beat me at chess ... Speaking of which, we have a game to finish."
Tisala stood up and sat on one end of the bench. Kellen scooted back until his back was against the wall.
He'd carved a chessboard on the bench with a sharp rock, and from a bag he'd hidden on his person he withdrew finely carved jade and jasper chess pieces. He set them up quickly, remembering the moves that they'd made the last time she'd been there months ago. Rosem had told her that Kellen played chess with a lot of the people who visited him, remembering each game as he did