Blood of the Fold

The drummers and their guards had arrived three days before the prelate's death, and in short order had set up their huge kettledrums at various stations around the city. Once they had started the slow, steady beat, it had not stopped, day or night. Men took shifts at the drums so that they never ceased, even for a moment.

The pervasive sound had slowly set the people's nerves on edge, making everyone irritable and short-tempered, as if doom itself were lurking in the shadows, just out of sight, waiting to pounce. Instead of the usual shouting, talking, laughing, and music, a backdrop of eerie quiet added to the brooding mood.

At the outskirts of the city, the indigent people who had erected lean-to shelters cowered in them, instead of engaging in conversation, hawking small items, washing clothes in buckets, or cooking on small fires as they usually did. Shopkeepers stood in doorways or at simple plank tables set up to display their goods, their arms folded and scowls on their faces. Men pulling carts bent somberly to their tasks. People needing goods made their purchases quickly, making no more than a perfunctory examination of the wares. Children kept a hand clutched to their mother's skirts as their eyes darted about. Men whom she had seen playing at dice or other games in the past huddled against walls.

In the distance, at the Palace of the Prophets, a single bell tolled every few minutes, as it had all the night before and would until the sun set, announcing to all that the Prelate was dead. The drums, however, had nothing to do with the Prelate's death; manned by soldiers, they announced the impending arrival of the emperor.

Sister Verna met the troubled eyes of people she passed. She touched the heads of the scores who approached, seeking solace, and offered the Creator's blessing. "I only remember kings," she said to Warren, "not this Imperial Order. Who is this emperor?"

"His name is Jagang. Ten, maybe fifteen years ago, the Imperial Order started swallowing up the kingdoms, joining them together under its rule." With one finger, he rubbed his temple in thought, "I spent most of by time in the vaults studying, you understand, so I'm no sure of all the details, but from what I gather, they swiftly came to dominate the Old World, joining it all under their rule. The emperor hasn't ever caused any trouble, though. At least not way up here in Tanimura. He stays out of palace business, and expects us to stay out of his."

"Why is he coming here?"

Warren shrugged. “I don't know. Perhaps just to visit this part of his empire."

After conferring the Creator's blessing on a gaunt woman, Sister Verna stepped around a trail of fresh horse dung as she resumed walking. "Well, I wish he would hurry up and get here so that infernal drumming would cease. They've been at it four days now; his arrival must be imminent."

Warren glanced around before speaking. 'The palace guards are Imperial Order troops. As a courtesy, the emperor provides them, since he allows no men at arms but his own. Anyway, I talked to one of the guards, and he told me that the drums are only meant to announce that the emperor is coming, not that he will be here soon. He said that when the emperor visited Breaston, the drums sounded for nearly six months beforehand."

"Six months! You mean we must endure this racket for months!"

Warren hitched up his robes and stepped over a puddle. "Not necessarily. He could arrive in months, or tomorrow. He doesn't deign to announce when he will arrive, only that he will."

Sister Verna scowled. "Well, if he doesn't arrive soon, the Sisters will see to it that those infernal drums stop."

"That would be fine by me. But this emperor sounds like someone not to be treated casually. I've heard that he has an army more vast than any ever assembled." He gave her a meaningful look. "And that includes the great war that separated the Old World from the New."

Her eyes narrowed."Why would he need such an army, if he has already seized all of the old kingdoms? Sounds to me like it's just idle talk of soldiers. Soldiers always like to boast."

Warren shrugged. "The guards told me they've seen it with their own eyes. They said that when the Order masses, they cover the ground in every direction as far as the eye can see. What do you think the palace will make of it when he comes here?"

"Bah. The palace has no interest in politics."

Warren grinned. "You never were one to be intimidated."

"Our business is with the Creator's wishes, not an emperor's, that's all. The palace will remain long after he is gone."

After walking in silence for a time, Warren cleared his throat "You know, way back, when we hadn't been here long, and you were still a novice… well, I was enamored of you."

Sister Verna stared over incredulously. "Now you're mocking me."