He'd fought for years against an enemy he was told to hate, but he'd never found anything in his heart but agrim determination to persevere. The Fahlarn were not wicked, just wrongly ambitious. He had seen people do terrible things because of stupidity, ignorance, anger, but he'd never met evil before.
Now he was befouled by it.
Staggering to his feet, he looked for his clothing. When he was clothed he could feel less vulnerable. They'd taken his memories and his magic, but surely they would leave him clothes.
A cursory search of the room turned up a tunic and pants, though not his own. They were looser in fit than he was used to and darker colored: Traveler clothes for their pet Traveler. Nevertheless, he pulled them on quickly.
Instinctively he looked for something he could use to clean himself, and noticed there was no water in the room. Even as he regretted the lack, he knew that it wouldn't have mattered if they'd left him in the bathing room - the filth that coated him could not be cleaned that way.
His gaze fell upon the lute.
No matter how fine the instrument, a lute always needed tuning. He sat down beside it and cradled it to him.
There were eight courses on this instrument, two strings per course except for the highest note, and this lute hadn't been properly tuned in a while. As he settled into the familiar chore, the shaky, frightened feeling in his stomach began to settle.
He tightened pegs by slight movements, because there were no extra strings sitting around if he broke one. As the lute started to come up to tune, he noticed that the man who'd set the fretting had had an ear as good as his own - perhaps he'd been a Bard, too.
He tried a simple refrain and knew in a rush of relief that this was what he'd needed. For a long time he just played bits of this and that, letting the music salve the hurt that had been done to him.
At last his fingers hit upon a tune that his ears enjoyed, a piece his grandfather had written to welcome the coming of spring. He closed his eyes and let the music fill him until everything else was distant, where it could no longer harm him. He took a deep breath that filled his lungs with the scent of lilacs.
Magic.
He opened his eyes, stilled his hands, and took another breath. The scent had faded, but he could still smell the sweet flowers until his sinuses closed. His eyes watered and he sneezed twice; Lilacs always made him sneeze.
Perhaps, he thought, they don't know as much about Traveler magic as they think they do.
There was a scuffle outside his door, as if someone fumbled with a key.
"Drat," said a young man's voice. "Drat, drat. This key is supposed to open any door in the palace. Wait, ah. A turnkey box." There was some more rustling and a jangle of keys rattling together. The door of his cell creaked open.
"Er, hallo?" A rather pudgy young face peered around the edge of the door.
"Hello," Tier said mildly, though his body was tense and ready to act.
"Look, I hope I didn't wake you or... your light was still on so I thought..." The young man stumbled to a halt.
"Come in," invited Tier genially. Keys, he thought, lowering his eyelids. This boy would be no -
He rolled to his feet abruptly. "What in the name of the seven flaming hells is that?"
The boy looked over his shoulder at the dark, nebulous shape behind him for a moment.
"You can see it?" he asked, sounding unhappy. "Most people can't. It's... ah... it calls itself a Memory - as if that's a name. I haven't figured it out exactly myself. It doesn't usually linger like this."
As the thing moved into the room, Tier took a step back from the overwhelming presence it carried with it. He sat back on his bed and tried to look peaceful.
"I'm sorry," the boy apologized.
Tier turned his attention back to him with an effort, and noticed for the first time the quality of the clothes he was wearing. Velvet embroidered in heavy metal threads that looked as if they were really gold.
"Look," said the boy again. "I don't know why you're here. These aren't the regular holding cells. But for some reason" - he gave an odd, short laugh - "I think you might help me with a problem I've been looking into."
And the boy took