Colwick, one of the eastern Shavig holders and the only Shavig lord younger than I, laughed, jumped up from his seat, and said, “I was there. Jakoven sat waiting complacently for his men to bring a stupid lunatic in to display before the court. Ward came in dripping guards off him, leaving them lying about like plucked flowers. He bowed like a courtier and thanked the king for his hospitality.” Colwick had something of a case of hero-worship for me; I think he listened to too many hero-songs as a young man.

The smile left his face. He looked around the room, then at me and said, “It was obvious that the king thought he was presenting an idiot before the court. Why was that? What did he do to you?”

The anger in his voice was hot. I pictured in my head what would have happened to Colwick if matters had proceeded as Jakoven had planned. I wondered how many other Shavig lords had been in that crowd, slated to become traitors and die.

I smiled sunnily and said, “Oh, the king has his methods, I’m sure. But I was trained by my father and I’ve had a lot of years of making people believe I’m something I’m not.” Telling them the details would have made them pity me. Let them fill in what they would.

“So you decided to get a little of your own back, Pup?” suggested Orvidin from the back of the room. His voice was a soft thrum that penetrated the shadows of the hall, and everyone turned to him. The aging warrior leaned heavily on a cane. His snow white hair fell unbraided to his waist, a sharp contrast to the iron gray of his short beard. Orvidin was a contemporary of my grandfather’s.

“So you took the king’s brother home with you to worry Jakoven and lost Iftahar for your uncle,” he said.

I nodded my head slowly. “I suppose you could say that Kellen’s rescue had something to do with my uncle’s loss—yes,” I agreed. The tension in the room was taut enough to sing. “Or perhaps after several people had risked everything to help me, the only repayment they asked was to spirit Kellen out of the Asylum where he never should have been in the first place. When they asked this of me, I felt ashamed because I had never thought to demand his release before, even though I knew as well as you that he did not belong there.”

Silence echoed in the room. How many of them had given thought to Kellen over the years? Kellen, who had been a quiet, good-natured boy, sentenced to life in a small, dark cell. Had they lied to convince themselves that the fit ofillness that Jakoven used to justify his imprisonment of Kellen had been real?