The hidden city by David Eddings

Author:David Eddings [Eddings, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy fiction, Fiction, Fantasy, General, Fantasy fiction; American, Epic
ISBN: 9780345390400
Publisher: New York : Ballantine Books, 1994.
Published: 1995-08-01T04:00:00+00:00

his stomach was on fire, and his mouth tasted as if something

had crawled in there and died. He was shaking violently, and there were sharp stabbing pains in his liver. He sat on the edge of his tangled bed with his head in his hands. There was a sense of dread hanging over him, a shadowy feeling of horror. He kept his burning eyes closed and groped under the bed with one shaking hand for the emergency bottle he always kept there. The liquid it contained was neither wine nor beer but a dreadful concoction of Lamork origin that was obtained by setting certain inferior wines out in the winter and allowing them to freeze. The liquid that rose to the top and remained unfrozen was almost pure spirits. It tasted foul, and it burned like fire going down, but it put the horrors to sleep. Shuddering, Krager drank off about a pint of the awful stuff and lurched to his feet. The sun was painfully bright when he stumbled out into the streets of Natayos and went looking for the source of the screams that had awakened him. He reached a central square and recoiled in horror. Several men were being systematically tortured

to death while Scarpa, dressed in his shabby imitation royal robe and his makeshift crown, sat in an ornate chair watching with approval. 'What's going on?' Krager asked CabaL, a shabby Dacite brigand

of his acquaintance with whom he had frequently gotten drunk. CabaL turned quickly. 'Oh, it's you, Krager,' he said. 'As closely as I can gather, the Shining Ones descended on Panem-Doa. '

'That's impossible,' Krager said shortly. 'Ptaga's dead. There aren't any more of those illusions to keep the Tamuls running around in circles.' 'if we can believe what some of those dying fellows said, the ones who went into Panem-Doa weren't illusions,' CabaL replied. 'A fair number of the officers there got themselves disolved

when they tried to stand and fight.' 'What's happening here?' Krager asked, pointing at the screaming men bound to poles set up in the middle of the square. 'Scarpa's making examples of the ones who ran away. He's

having them cut to pieces. Here comes Cyzada.' CabaL pointed at the Styric hurrying out of Scarpa's headquarters. 'What are you doing?' the hollow-eyed Cyzada bellowed at the madman sitting on his cheap throne. 'They deserted their posts,' Scarpa replied. 'They're being punished.' 'You need every man, you idiot!' 'I ordered them to march to the north to join my loyal armies,' Scarpa shrugged. 'They concocted lies to excuse their failure to obey. They must be punished. I will have obedience!' 'You will not kill your own soldiers. Order your butchers to stop!' 'That's quite impossible, Cyzada. An imperial order, once given, cannot be rescinded. I have commanded that every deserter from Panem-Doa be tortured to death. It's out of my hands now.' 'You maniac. you won't have a soldier left by tomorrow morning.

they'll all desert!' 'Then I will recruit more and hunt them all down.

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