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When half a dozen grisly men entered the room and stood off to the side, Zedd began to understand what it was that pleased Sister Tahirah. They were unkempt, brawny, and as merciless-looking as any men Zedd had ever seen. Their hair was wildly tangled and greasy. Their hands and forearms were spattered with sooty smears, their fingernails ragged and foul. Their filthy clothes were stained dark with dried blood from the labor of their profession.
These men worked at torture.
Zedd looked away from the Sister’s steady gaze. She hoped to see fear, panic, or perhaps sobbing.
Then a group of men and women were ushered into the dim room in the emperor’s tent. They looked to be farmers or humble working folk, probably picked up by patrols. The men embraced their wives as children huddled around the women’s skirts like chicks around hens. The people were herded over to the side of the room, opposite the line of torturers.
Zedd’s eyes suddenly turned to Jagang. The dream walker’s black eyes were watching him as he chewed a walnut.
“Emperor,” said the Sister who had brought the families in, “these are some of the local people, people from the countryside, as you requested.” She held an introductory hand out. “Good people, this is our revered emperor, Jagang the Just. He brings the light of the Imperial Order to the world, guided by the Creator’s wisdom, that we might all lead better lives and find salvation with the Creator in the afterlife.”
Jagang surveyed the cluster of Midlanders as they awkwardly bowed and curtsied.
Zedd felt sick at seeing the timid terror on their faces. They would have had to walk through the encampment of Order soldiers. They would have seen the size of the force that had overrun their homeland.
Jagang lifted his arm toward Zedd. “Perhaps you know this man? This is First Wizard Zorander. He is one who has ruled you with his command of magic. As you can see, he is now shackled before us. We have freed you from the wicked rule of this man and those like him.”
The people’s eyes darted between Zedd and Jagang, unsure of their role in the emperor’s tent, or what they were supposed to do. They finally bobbed their heads, mumbling their thanks for their liberation.
“The gifted, like these two, could have used their ability to help mankind. Instead, they used it for themselves. Where they should have sacrificed for those in need, they were selfish. It is criminal to behave as they have, live as they have, with all they have. It makes me angry to think of all they could do for those in need, those like you poor people, were it not for their selfish ways. People suffer and die without the help they could have had, without the help these people could have given, were they not so self-centered.
“This wizard and his sorceress are here because they have refused to help us free the rest of the people of the New World by telling us the function of the vile things of magic we have captured along with them—things of magic they scheme to use to slaughter untold numbers of people. This selfish wizard and sorceress do this out of spite that they could not have their way.”
All the wide eyes turned to Zedd and Adie.
“I could tell you people of the vast numbers of deaths this man is responsible for, but I fear you would be unable to fathom it. I can tell you that I simply cannot allow this man to be responsible for tens of thousands more deaths.”
Jagang smiled at the children then and gestured with both hands, urging them to come to him. The children, a dozen or so, from six or seven to maybe twelve, clung to their parents. Jagang’s gaze rose to those parents as he again motioned the children to come to him. The parents understood and reluctantly urged their children to do as the emperor bid of them.
The clump of innocence haltingly approached Jagang’s outstretched arms and wide grin. He embraced them woodenly as they shuffled in close around him. He tousled the blond hair of a boy, and then the straight sandy hair of a girl. Several of the younger ones peered pleadingly back at parents before cringing at Jagang’s meaty hand on their backs, his jovial pat on their cheek.
Silent terror hung thick in the air.
It was as frightening a sight as Zedd had ever witnessed.
“Well, now,” the smiling emperor said, “let me get to the reason I have called upon you people.”
His powerful arms gathered the children before him. As a Sister blocked a boy wanting to return to his parents, Jagang put his huge hands on a young girl’s waist and set her upon his knee. The girl’s wide eyes stared up at the smiling face, the bald head, but mostly at the nightmare void of the dream walker’s inky eyes.
Jagang looked from the girl back to the parents. “You see, the wizard and sorceress have refused to offer their help. In order to save a great many lives, I must have their cooperation. They must answer honestly all my questions. They refuse. I’m hoping you good people can convince them to tell us what we need to know in order to save the lives of a great many people, and free a great many more from the oppression of their magic.”
Jagang looked toward the row of men standing silently against the opposite wall. With a single tilt of his head, he commanded them forward.
“What are you doing?” a woman asked, even as her husband tried to restrain her. “What do you intend?”
“What I intend,” Jagang told the crowd of parents, “is for you good people to convince the wizard and the sorceress to talk. I’m going to put you in a tent alone with them so that you can persuade them to do their duty to mankind—persuade them to cooperate with us.”
As the men began seizing the children, they finally burst out in frightened crying. The parents, seeing their red-faced children bawling in terror, cried out themselves and rushed forward to retrieve them. The big men, each holding one or two little arms in a fist, shoved the parents back.
The parents fell to hysterical screaming for the children to be freed.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that,” Jagang said over the wails of the children. He tilted his head again and the men started carting the twisting, screaming children out of the tent. The parents were wailing as well, trying to reach in past big filthy arms to touch what was to them most precious in the world.
The parents were bewildered and horrified, fearing to cross a line that would bring wrath down on their children, yet not wanting them to be carted away. Against their urgent pleading, the children were swiftly whisked away.
As the children were taken out, the Sisters immediately blocked the doorway behind them, keeping the parents from following. The tent fell to pandemonium.
With the single word “silence” from Jagang, and his fist on the table, everyone fell silent.
“Now,” Jagang said, “these two prisoners are going to be confined to a tent. All of you are going to be in there, alone, with them. There will be no guards, no watchers.”
“But what about our children?” a woman in tears begged, caring nothing about Zedd and Adie.
Jagang pulled a squat candle toward him on the table. “This will be the tent with these two, and you good people.” He circled a finger around the candle. “All around this tent with you and the criminals, there will be other tents close.”
Everyone stared at his ringed finger going round and round the candle. “Your children will be close by, in these tents.” Jagang scooped up a handful of walnuts from the silver bowl. He dribbled some onto the table around the candle and put the rest into his mouth.
The room was silent as they all stared at him, watching him chew the walnuts, afraid to ask a question, afraid to hear what he might say next.
Finally a woman could no longer hold her tongue. “Why will they be there, in those tents?”
Jagang’s black eyes took them all in before he spoke, making sure none would miss what he had to tell them.
“Those men who took your children to those tents will be torturing them.”
The parents’ eyes widened. Blood drained from their faces. One woman fainted. Several others bent to her. Sister Tahirah squatted beside the woman and touched a hand to the woman’s forehead. The
woman’s eyes popped open. The Sister told the women to get her to her feet.
When Jagang was satisfied that he had everyone’s attention, he circled a finger around the candle again, over the walnuts around it. “The tents will be close around so you can all clearly hear your children being tortured, to be sure that you understand that they will not be spared the worst those men can do.”
The parents stood frozen, staring, seemingly unable to believe the reality of what they were hearing.
“Every few hours, I will come to see if you good people have convinced the wizard and the sorceress to tell us what we need to know. If you have not succeeded, then I will go off to other business and when I have the time I will return again to check if these two have decided to talk.
“Just be sure that this wizard and sorceress do not die while you convince them to be reasonable. If they die, then they can’t answer our questions. Only when and if they answer questions will the children be released.”
