Kelwyn woke again, and for once his head was clear. He wasn’t sure how many times he’d slipped in and out of a drug-fueled haze over the last few days. He’d been awake enough to eat several times, and he’d certainly also been awake enough to notice that at one point he’d been on board a ship. Then there had been another carriage, and now it seemed that he had arrived at wherever it was they’d been going.
He sat up, trying to collect his wits, and found he was lying in a huge canopied bed, only wearing his undershorts.
He swallowed hard, pulling the blanket up over him. Something clinked as he shifted, and he saw that there was a heavy manacle, padded but of solid steel, around his ankle. A chain led from it over the edge of the bed and across the floor to a ring in the room’s stone wall.
