CHAPTER 6
The guard who had accompanied Tun Jeju on this level unlocked the entry to the prison and stood back to let the foreigners and the notju’s staff enter. A narrow corridor ran to left and right along the walls and another stretched before them.
It was quiet and much drier than Penrys expected. She looked up and thought she spotted ventilation openings in the low ceilings. The light was provided by oil lanterns hung at regular intervals between each pair of iron-barred cells, and the rest of the space was dark. No light glimmered from the rows on either side, so perhaps this central row was the only one occupied.
There was an odd scent in the air—not the stench of human occupation she had anticipated, but something she couldn’t place.
Tun Jeju paused in front of the first cell o
