Naked Empire

by Terry Goodkind

  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.”

  Jagang turned his nightmare eyes on Zedd. “My men have a great deal of experience at torturing people. When you hear the screams coming from the tents all around, you will have no doubt as to their skill, or their determination. I think you should know that they can keep their guests alive under torture for days, but they cannot work miracles. People, especially such young, tender souls, cannot survive indefinitely. But, should these children die before you agree to cooperate, there are plenty more families with children who can take their place.”

  Zedd could not halt the tears that ran down his face to drip off his chin as Sister Tahirah took his arm and pulled him toward the doorway. The crowd of parents fell on him, clawing at his clothes, screaming and crying for him to do as the emperor asked.

  Zedd dug in his heels and struggled to a stop before the table. Desperate hands clutched at his robes. As he looked around at their tear-stained faces, meeting the eyes of each, they fell silent.

  “I hope you people can now understand the nature of what it is we are fighting. I am so sorry, but I cannot dull the pain of this darkest hour of your lives. If I were to do as this man wants, countless more children would be subjected to this tyrant’s brutality. I know that you will not be able to weigh this against the precious lives of your children, but I must. Pray the good spirits take them quickly, and take them to a place of eternal peace.”

  Zedd could not say more to them, to their desperate gazes. He turned his watery eyes to Jagang. “This will not work, Jagang. I know you will do it anyway, but it will not work.”

  Behind the heavy table, Jagang slowly rose. “Children in this land of yours are plentiful. How many are you prepared to sacrifice before you allow mankind to be free? How long are you willing to persist in your stubborn refusal to allow them to have a future free from suffering, want, and your uninspired morals?”

  The heavy gold and silver chains around his neck, the looted medallions and ornaments resting against his muscled chest, and the rings of kings on his fingers all sparkled in the candlelight.

  Zedd felt the numb weight of a hopeless future under the yoke of the monstrous ideals of this man and his ilk.

  “You cannot win in this, wizard. Like all those who fight on your side to oppress mankind, to allow the common people to be left to cruel fate, you are not even willing to sacrifice for the sake of the lives of children. You are brave with words, but you have a cold soul and a weak heart. You don’t have the will to do what must be done to prevail. I do.”

  Jagang tilted his head and the Sister shoved Zedd toward the door. The screaming, crying, begging crowd of people closed in around Zedd and Adie, clawing and pawing at them in wild desperation.

  In the distance, Zedd could hear the horrifying screams of their terrified children.

  Chapter 39

  “They aren’t far,” Richard said as he stepped back in among the trees. He stood silently watching as Kahlan straightened the shoulders of her dress.

  The dress showed no ill effects from its long confinement in their packs. The almost white, satiny smooth fabric glistened in the eerie light of the churning overcast. The flowing lines of the dress, cut square at the neck, bore no lace or frills, nothing to distract from its simple elegance. The sight of Kahlan in that dress still took his breath away.

  She looked out through the trees when they heard Cara’s whistle. The warning signal Richard had taught Cara was the plaintive, high, clear whistle of a common wood pewee, although Cara didn’t know that’s what it was. When he’d first told Cara that he wanted to teach her a pewee birdcall as a warning signal, she said she wasn’t going to learn the call of any bird named a pewee. Richard gave in and told her that he would instead teach her the call of the small, fierce, short-tailed pine hawk, but only if she would be willing to work hard at getting it right, since it was more difficult. Satisfied to have her way, Cara had agreed and readily learned the simple whistle. She was good at it and used it often as a signal. Richard never told her that there was no such thing as a short-tailed pine hawk, or that hawks didn’t make whistles like that.

  Out through the screen of branches, the dark form of the statue stood guard over an area of the pass that for thousands of years had been deserted. Richard wondered again why the people back then would have put such a statue in a pass no one was likely to ever again visit. He thought about the ancient society that had placed it, and at what they must have thought, sealing people away for the crime of not having a spark of the gift.

  Richard brushed pine needles off the back of the sleeve of Kahlan’s dress. “Here, hold still; let me look at you.”

  Kahlan turned back, arms at her sides, as he smoothed the fabric at her upper arms. Her unafraid green eyes, beneath eyebrows that had the graceful arch of a raptor’s wings in flight, met his gaze. Her features seemed to have only grown more exquisite since he had first met her. Her look, her pose, the way she gazed at him as if she could see into his soul, struck a chord in him. Clearly evident in her eyes was the intelligence that had from the first so captivated him.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  Despite everything, he couldn’t hold back his smile. “Standing there like that, in that dress, your long hair so beautiful, the green of the trees behind you…it just suddenly reminded me of the first time I saw you.”

  Her special smile, the smile she gave no one but him, spread radiantly through her bewitching eyes. She put her wrists on his shoulders and locked her fingers behind his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

  As it always did, her kiss so completely consumed him with his need of her that he momentarily lost track of the world. She melted into his embrace. For that moment there was no Imperial Order, no Bandakar, no D’Haran Empire, no Sword of Truth, no chimes, no gift turning its power against him, no poison, no warning beacons, no black-tipped races, no Jagang, no Nicholas, no Sisters of the Dark. Her kiss made him forget everything but her. In that moment there was nothing but the two of them. Kahlan made his life complete; her kiss reaffirmed that bond.

  She pulled back, gazing up into his eyes again. “Seems like you’ve had nothing but trouble ever since that day you found me.”

  Richard smiled. “My life is what I’ve had since that day I found you. When I found you, I found my life.”

  Holding her face in both hands, he kissed her again.

  Betty nudged his leg and bleated.

  “You two about ready?” Jennsen called down the hill. “They’ll be here, soon. Didn’t you hear Cara’s whistle?”

  “We heard,” Kahlan called up to Jennsen. “We’ll be right there.”

  Turning back, she smiled as she looked him up and down. “Well, Lord Rahl, you certainly don’t look the way you did the first time I saw you.” She straightened the tooled leather baldric lying over the black tunic banded in gold. “But you look exactly the same, too. Your eyes are the same as I saw that day.” She cocked her head as she smiled up at him. “I don’t see the headache of the gift in your eyes.”

  “It’s been gone for a
while, but after that kiss, it would be impossible to have a headache.”

  “Well, if it comes back,” she said with intimate promise, “just tell me and I’ll see what I can do to make it go away.”

  Richard ran his fingers through her hair and gazed one last time into her eyes before slipping his arm around her waist. Together they walked through the cathedral of trees that was their cover off to the side near the crown of the ridge, and out toward the open slope. Between the trunks of the pines, he could see Jennsen running down the hill, leaping from rock to rock, avoiding the patches of snow. She rushed in to meet them just within the small cluster of trees.

  “I spotted them,” she said, breathlessly. “I could see them down in the gorge on the far side. They’ll be up here soon.” A grin brightened her face. “I saw Tom leading them.”

  Jennsen took in the sight of both of them, then—Kahlan in the white dress of the Mother Confessor and Richard in the outfit he had in part found in the Keep that had once been worn by war wizards. By the surprise on Jennsen’s face, he thought she might curtsy.

  “Wow,” she said. “That sure is some dress.” She looked Richard up and down again. “You two look like you should rule the world.”

  “Well,” Richard said, “let’s hope Owen’s people think so.”

  Cara pushed a spruce bough aside as she ducked in under the limbs of trees. Dressed again in her skintight red leather outfit, she looked as intimidating as she had the first time Richard had seen her in the grand halls of the People’s Palace in D’Hara.

  “Lord Rahl once confided in me that he intended to rule the world,” Cara said, having heard Jennsen’s pronouncement.

  “Really?” Jennsen asked.

  Richard sighed at her awe. “Ruling the world has proven more difficult than I thought it would be.”

  “If you would listen more to the Mother Confessor and to me,” Cara advised, “you would have an easier time of it.”