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The woman looked into my eyes.
'The mana of life. You do not lie unlike others. Not like our Shaman. She was powerful but deceitful. Her place was in lies and crime. She would force us people to make things free of charge and treat us like slaves. We were slaves! Slaves in our own homes.'
'But she's gone now. There is nothing more to fear.'
'You sound so convincing but I am still fearful. Fearful of your people.'
I wondered what the woman was speaking about.
'My people are well looked after. There is no slavery - I would not allow it. You should not remain in fear.'
'Well if so, why are these soldiers posed with spears and swords? Am I such a threat to them? Do you expect me to fight all of them?'
I instructed the soldiers to leave us alone.
'But we must stay here for your protection,' one of them complained.
'I have enough protection,' I said sternly. The
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others didn't hesitate to leave.
'You have a great power, not in magic, but in people. You seem like a perfect one yet you lead an army of evil.'
'Pardon?' I choked. Porta, somehow, was on the same track I was.
'I can see vaguely how you wish that all of this would be simpler. Maybe it might make a bit more sense if you reshape some things that have been left to rot. Your soldiers do not know of peace. They are fuelled by war. They did a savage thing in my house. Something I will never forgive them for.'
'What?'
'You saw something before you entered that they tried to block your view. Now you have a chance.'
She was right - the figure I had seen. I walked over to where I had seen it. What I saw made me feel sick.
A young boy had been killed. A pool of blood surrounded him. He was covered with a yellow liquid and rubbish. I had asked Bartholomew to
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