“He will be judged,” declared the mages.
“It would appear that you have already judged him,” retorted the colonel.
“We have,” agreed the mages, “but that is not what we meant. The citizens of Okata will judge him outside. They will decide his fate.”
The colonel’s eyebrows rose in surprise. He had expected the Sakovans to stage a mock trial and then execute the Katana.
“What would you have us do?” asked the colonel.
“Have your men carry the Katana to the plaza,” answered the hooded figures. “Place him upright in the plaza facing the Star of Sakova. Then you must control your Monitors, and the Imperial Guards, so that they do not interfere with the judgment of the citizens. Do this and order will be restored to Okata. Fail and your lives will be forfeit.”
The six mages instantly disappeared. The Monitors whirled in circles looking for any sign of the mages, but the room was empty except for the Omungans. The colonel ordered his men to carry the Katana out of the garden.
* * *
“That is the situation in what you have long called Omunga,” the Star of Sakova said to the assembled crowd. “Now you can appreciate what your leaders have done to you and your fellow citizens.”
A junior officer of the Imperial Guards spat in the direction of the Star of Sakova. “How long must we listen to her babble,” he scowled to those around him.
“What do you propose to do to stop her?” retorted a senior officer as he looked around at the thousands of people and Imperial Guards gathered in the plaza. “Nothing seems to affect her. I am not going to be the one to lose an arm to that magical shield. Besides, her talk will accomplish nothing. Unless she threatens the Katana, or starts attacking us, I am willing to let her talk.”
“She called the Katana a fake,” snapped the junior officer. “Maybe we could all rush her from each side. Some of us would get hurt, but surely not all of us. Her shields must have some limitations.”
“In a short while,” Lyra continued, “the false Katana will be brought out here for your judgment, as will the members of the Katana’s Council. It is to you, the citizens of Okata, to judge the actions of these men. If you find them lacking in their service to the city, they will be punished.”
“Did you hear that?” scowled the junior officer. “Do you still think she does no harm by speaking? She probably has confederates inside the Imperial Palace while she stands here distracting us.”
The senior officer turned nervously and stared at the Imperial Palace. Although he saw no signs of battle at the palace, he nodded his head in agreement.
“All right,” he said to the junior officer. “Pass the order around the plaza. We will all charge her at once.”
Lyra saw the disturbance as Imperial Guards moved methodically whispering orders to others. She had expected an attack for some time, but she did not want the innocent citizens hurt. She quickly wove an air tunnel and let it stop just beyond the Imperial Guards who had crowded in front of the citizens. She warned the citizens to flee and not return until the dust settled. She repeated the message continually as she moved the air tunnel around the perimeter of the plaza. While the Imperial Guards gathered to attack, the citizens quietly turned and fled. The only people left in the plaza were Lyra and five thousand Imperial Guards.
The Star of Sakova gazed skyward as the soldiers prepared their attack. Her hands rose and soft words murmured from her lips. Suddenly the sky turned angry. Dark black clouds gathered over the Star of Sakova and began flowing into her blue cylinder. The clouds whirled ominously within the cylinder until Lyra was barely visible. As the dark mass rotated viciously, Lyra’s words rang out through the plaza.
“Do not attack me,” threatened the Star of Sakova. “I am loath to harm you, but I will do what I must to end this war. Stay away from me.”
“She is afraid,” grinned the junior officer as he gazed at the black swirling mass inside the blue cylinder. “She thinks she can hide in that darkness, but we will be attacking from every side. She will die.”
The senior officer nodded as he shouted the order to charge. Five thousand Imperial Guards shouted war cries and charged towards the Star of Sakova. Many raised their swords as they charged, others extended pikes before them. The Star of Sakova shook her head sadly and dropped the magical spell holding her blue cylinder shield. The cylinder winked out, leaving the Star of Sakova vulnerable.
When the cylinder disappeared, the compressed swirling winds were loosed. They spread outward with the force of a hurricane. The winds tore into the charging Imperial Guards and lifted them off the ground. Similar to the ripple caused by a pebble thrown into a pond, the ring of soldiers flew outward in a wave. The innermost soldiers crashed into those behind them. The collisions continued until the plaza was empty except for the Star of Sakova. In a huge ring outside the plaza, large heaps of Imperial Guard bodies littered the ground. Lyra slowly turned and surveyed the wreckage. She gritted her teeth in anger at the foolishness of the soldiers.
The front door to the Imperial Palace opened, and Monitors slowly ushered the members of the Katana’s Council onto the steps. They stood and stared at the piles of Imperial Guards and wondered if they should return inside to the safety of the palace.
“Make way,” shouted Colonel Zanta as he led the Monitors carrying the frozen Katana.
The colonel stepped through the door and moved aside so that the men carrying the Katana could exit the door. He gazed across the plaza and his mouth dropped open. He turned questioningly to one of the Monitors stationed outside the doors.
“The Imperial Guards decided to charge the woman,” the sentry reported. “A terrible wind suddenly ripped through the plaza. I am sure that she did it, but I cannot imagine how.”
“Are they all dead?” asked the colonel.
“No,” the sentry said as he pointed to Imperial Guards rising and separating from the pile. “I think they were just blown away from her. Look. Others are rising over there.”
“Fools,” shouted Lyra as she saw the Imperial Guards rising. “Do you think Kaltara would allow you to harm me? Have you lost whatever brains Kaltara has given you? Why do you constantly need to be demonstrated to? Can you not understand the power of God? Do I need to show you more power to make you understand?”
Lyra burned with anger. Her veins bulged as she surveyed the bodies around the plaza. Even the knowledge that the soldiers were not dead did little to calm her fury. She knew that they very well could be dead if Kaltara deemed it necessary. As her eyes moved over the soldiers rising from the piles, they landed on the headquarters of the Imperial Guard.
“You need demonstrations?” Lyra shouted. “Is that what is required for you to finally think about the God you are defying? Fine. Observe this.”
Lyra’s arms extended fully as she brought them together to point at the headquarters of the Imperial Guard. Tremendous power surged through her arms, her fists bulging, and the skin of her arms rippling viscously. She closed her eyes briefly as she felt the power surge from her combined fists. An invisible force sped across the plaza, distorting the air as it passed.
The force blasted into the front of the three-story building. The large entry doors disappeared, as they were smashed into the building. The sound of an explosion rocked the plaza as huge clouds of dust and stones flew out of every window of the building. Soldiers in front of the building scrambled to get away while others rose and watched in wonder. The debris stopped flying out of the windows, but the building groaned loudly as cracks appeared in the stone walls. The nearby soldiers moved back further.
Suddenly, the headquarters of the Imperial Guard collapsed. The walls all caved inward, and the roof fell on top of them. Within seconds, the building was nothing more than a rubbish heap, a pile of stones and broken columns. A huge cloud of dust rose high over the city.
Colonel Zanta watched the display of power from the steps of the Imperial Palace. He cringed inwardly about approaching someone with s
uch power, but he recognized that someone had to take control of the situation or blood would flow through the city. He marched into the plaza and held his arms high as he rotated in a circle.
“Imperial Guards of Okata,” shouted the colonel. “I am Colonel Zanta, head of the Monitors. Your presence as soldiers in this plaza is no longer required. If you wish to remain as citizens of Okata, you may do so, but I will not tolerate any further moves to harm the Star of Sakova. If you wish to fulfill your duty in a military manner, guard the walls of the city.”
The colonel continued further into the plaza until he stood a few paces away from Lyra. They stared at each other for several moments. The colonel tried to calm his fear, and Lyra tried to suppress her anger.
“I suppose that you are the Star of Sakova?” asked the colonel.
“I am, Colonel Zanta,” Lyra replied. “Is the Katana being brought to me?”
“Along with his council,” nodded the colonel. “I demand that whatever transpires here, it be a fair hearing.”
“It will be as fair as the citizens of Okata will allow,” replied Lyra. “Bring the Councilors out.”
The colonel nodded and signaled to his men. While they were carrying the Katana to the plaza, Lyra cast a spell to clear the dust from the skies overhead. The citizens began trickling into the plaza. Lyra waited patiently.
On the other side of the Imperial Palace, seven figures emerged from an old potters shed in a rundown garden.
“Come with me, HawkShadow,” urged Cherri. “We need to change clothes at my house. Both of us will stand out too much if seen on the streets.”
“StarWind and SkyDancer should join you two,” offered Temiker. “Too many Monitors would notice them.”
HawkShadow and the three Sakovan women moved out of the garden together. Ukaro watched them go before turning to Temiker.
“I am quite impressed with your illusions,” complimented the Chula shaman. “You must teach me some of them before we part company. I can understand the basic principles of the duplicates you conjured in the garden, but how did you disappear when the five illusions were dropped?”
“I didn’t,” smiled Temiker. “All six were illusions. I was already hidden behind another illusion in the far corner. We must hurry to the plaza. I want to be there in case Lyra needs help.”
Ukaro nodded and pulled a hood over his head as the trio exited the garden and merged with the flow of citizens streaming towards the plaza. They split up as they joined with the crowd. Temiker frowned as he entered the plaza and saw Lyra standing in the center. There was no blue cylinder surrounding her. He glanced at the destroyed building and noticed that the Imperial Guards were keeping their distance. Several paces in front of the Star of Sakova was a small band of Monitors, led by Colonel Zanta. Just in front of them was the frozen Katana and blindfolded Councilors. Temiker removed his hood and moved through the crowd so that he would be as close to Lyra as possible.
“Welcome back, citizens of Okata,” Lyra said loudly as the plaza filled to capacity. “Before you are the leaders of Omunga who have decided in the past the course of your nation. I have already told you of the deceit and treachery they have foisted upon you. Now you shall hear what they have to say for themselves. Colonel Zanta, please remove the blindfolds and gags from the Councilors.”
The colonel issued orders to his men who cautiously removed the blindfolds and the gags while being careful not to touch the magical garrotes. The Councilors blinked and looked around the plaza. Several of them gasped when they saw the ruins of the headquarters of the Imperial Guard. Others stared in disbelief at the frozen statue of the Katana. None of them spoke.
The Star of Sakova raised her arm and pointed at the Katana. A streak of light flashed between them and the ice dropped away from the Katana. He shook his head and wobbled slightly as he regained control over his body. As he realized where he was, his first action was to raise his arm and point at Lyra threateningly. His eyes narrowed and his lips moved, but nothing happened. The Katana’s brow creased in frustration as he struggled to get off his magical projectile.
“Cease,” ordered Lyra. “Your magic is worthless against the power of Kaltara. The more you try to harm me, the greater your pain will be.”
“Kaltara?” spat the Katana. “He is nothing to Vand. Your Kaltara was defeated at Vandegar.”
The people in the plaza were confused by the speech. They had no idea who Vand was, although many knew that Kaltara was the god of the Sakovans.
“Vand fled from Vandegar,” retorted the Star of Sakova. “I know he plans to return and bring his vast horde of armies with him, but that is not something that concerns you any longer. Who are you?”
“I am Larst,” spat the Katana. “You may kill me, but that act will not save you or these pitiful people.”
“I will have the truth from you,” demanded Lyra as her arm rose once again.
A streak of blue light shot from Lyra’s fingertip. It struck the Katana in the chest and spread rapidly until his body was covered with dancing blue flames. The Katana howled an inhuman scream, as his skin appeared to peel away from his face. His features contorted, and Colonel Zanta fidgeted as if he would intervene at any moment.
“Stand fast, Colonel,” advised the Star of Sakova. “The magic is not killing the false Katana. It is revealing his true identity.”
People gasped as the Katana doubled over, holding his face with his hands. Lyra waited patiently. Eventually the screaming stopped, and the Katana rose upright. His face was a mask of defiant rage, but it was not the face of Larst. Many in the crowd, including the Monitors and the Councilors, recognized the man as the historian who had spent so much time with First Minister Larst.
“Who are you?” demanded Lyra.
“I am Karnic,” spat the false Katana, “favored aid to the god Vand. Little good this knowledge will do you. Your lives are about to turn to dust. Rejoice in your little victory and prepare to die.”
“He is yours, Colonel,” declared Lyra. “Ask the people what they want done with the false Katana who has ruined their lives.”
Colonel Zanta stepped forward to seize Karnic, but the mage refused to go quietly. He turned towards the crowd and threw a massive fireball towards them. The citizens screamed as the fiery projectile soared towards them. They turned and tried to flee, but the crowd was too tightly packed. Panic erupted.
Temiker swiftly erected a shield in front of the crowd. The fireball struck the shield and splattered into thousands of harmless sparkles. Colonel Zanta stepped forward and brought the hilt of his sword down on Karnic’s head. The Motangan mage slumped to the ground and the crowd quieted down as they realized the threat had passed.
“I apologize,” Lyra said to the colonel. “I expected him to attack me. I did not suspect that he would try to kill as many as he could before he died.”
“You saved them well enough,” nodded the colonel.
Lyra realized that the colonel thought the shield had been hers. She did not try to correct him. She bit her lower lip and turned to face the huge crowd of citizens.
“He is your false Katana,” the Star of Sakova said loudly. “What do you want done with him?”
“Kill him,” shouted a multitude of voices.
The crowd roared with calls for the false Katana’s death. The Monitors stood still as they could not bring themselves to harm a Katana, even a false one. Eventually, a tall broad-shouldered man left the crowd and marched to the fallen body of the Katana. He reached out to take the sword that Colonel Zanta was holding. The colonel balked at first and stepped away, but the citizen was insistent. He stepped close to the colonel and gently took the sword from his hand. He turned and viscously decapitated the false Katana. The crowd cheered as the man wiped the sword clean on Karnic’s robe and handed the sword back to the colonel. The man turned and bowed to Lyra before returning to the crowd. Lyra waited a few minutes before speaking again to the crowd of citizens.
“These men,” she said poi
nting to the Councilors, “have been the backbone of Omunga. They are supposed to guide the Katana towards policies that are best for the people of Omunga. Do you think they have failed you?”
“Wait,” shouted the First Minister. “We did not know that the Katana was false. You cannot blame us for this fakery. We have always tried to do what is best for the people.”
“Best?” echoed the Star of Sakova. “Do you consider trying to annihilate the Sakovans as something that is best for your people? We have always striven for peace, and many of you on the Council know that. We sent food to your starving cities, and you knew that also. You have not served the people of Okata well. You have not served anyone but yourselves.”
The crowd roared in agreement with Lyra. They called for the death of the Councilors, and the members of the Council began to sweat nervously.
“We were wrong,” admitted the First Minister, “but that does not mean that we do not care for the people. We want what is best for them.”
“And what is best for them?” questioned Lyra. “Should they allow this Council to once again choose a false Katana as they have too many times? Or should they be allowed to join with their Sakovan brothers and sisters, and prepare for the invasion that Karnic promised?”
The crowd started shouting, “Sakova,” over and over. The First Minister looked at the crowd and shook his head. He turned to face Lyra.
“The Omungan system of government has failed,” he admitted. “Not once, but twice. If you would allow it, I think this Council would be willing to surrender the country of Omunga to the Sakovans, just before we retire from public service. Surely, that is a better ending than killing us.”
“Are the other Councilors agreed to this?” asked Lyra.
Each of the Councilors tried to nod without disturbing the magical garrotes. Lyra had to work hard to control her emotions as she watched the spectacle. The urge to laugh at their movements was strong, but she kept a straight face.
“Remove the garrotes, Colonel,” commanded Lyra. “I do not want them to harm themselves.”
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