Naked Empire

"Except that one place"-Richard gestured east-"that notch in the mountain range, that pass."

"Yes," Owen admitted, still staring off toward his homeland. "That was how we entered the land beyond, our land, but others could enter there as well; it was the one place where we were vulnerable. You see, we are an enlightened people who have risen above violence, but the world is still full of savage races. So, those ancient people, who wanted our advanced culture to survive, to thrive without the brutality of the rest of the world

.. they sealed the pass."

"And your people have been isolated for all this time-for thousands of years."

"Yes. We have a perfect land, a place of an advanced culture that is undisturbed by the violence of the people out here."

"How was the pass, the notch in the mountains, how was it sealed?"

Owen looked at Richard, somewhat startled by the question. He thought it over a moment. "Well. . the pass was sealed. It was a place that no one could enter."

"Because they would die if they entered this boundary."

With an icy wave of understanding, Kahlan suddenly understood what composed the seal to this empire.

"Well, yes," Owen stammered. "But it had to be that way to keep outsiders from invading our empire. We reject violence unconditionally. It's unenlightened behavior. Violence only invites ever more violence, spiraling into a cycle of violence with no end." He fidgeted with the worry of such a trap catching them up in the allure of its wicked spell. "We are an advanced race, above the violence of our ancestors. We have grown beyond. But without the boundary that seals that pass and until the rest of the world rejects violence as we have, our people could be the prey of unenlightened savages."

"And now, that seal is broken."

Owen stared at the ground, swallowing before he spoke. "Yes."

"How long ago did the boundary fail?"

"We aren't sure. It is a dangerous place. No one lives near it, so we can't be positive, but we believe it was close to two years ago."

Kahlan felt the dizzying burden of confirmation of her fears.

When Owen looked up, he was a picture of misery. "Our empire is now naked to unenlightened savages."

"Sometime after the boundary came down, the Imperial Order came in through the pass."

"Yes."

"The land beyond those snowcapped mountains, the Empire of Ban-dakar, is where the black-tipped races are from, isn't it?" Richard said.

Owen looked up, surprised that Richard knew this. "Yes. Those awful creatures, innocent though they are of malice, prey on the people of my homeland. We must stay indoors at night, when they hunt. Even so, people, especially children, are sometimes surprised and caught by those fearsome creatures-"

"Why don't you kill them?" Cara asked, indignantly. "Fight them off?

Shoot them with arrows? Dear spirits, why don't you bash their heads in with a rock if you have to?"

Owen looked shocked by the very suggestion. "I told you, we are above violence. It would be even more wrong to commit violence on such innocent creatures. It is our duty to preserve them, since it is we who entered into their domain. We are the ones who bear the guilt because we entice them into such behavior which is only natural to them. We preserve virtue only by embracing every aspect of the world without the prejudice of our flawed human views."

Richard gave Cara a stealthy gesture to be quiet. "Was everyone in the empire peaceful?" he asked, pulling Owen's attention away from Cara.

"Yes."

"Weren't there occasionally those who… I don't know, misbehaved?

Children, for example. Where I come from, children can sometimes become rowdy. Children where you come from must sometimes become rowdy, too."

Owen shrugged a bit with one shoulder. "Well, yes, I guess so. There were times when children misbehave and become unruly."

"And what do you do with such children?"

Owen cleared his throat, plainly uncomfortable. "Well, they are… put out of their home for a time."

"Put out of their home for a time," Richard repeated. He lifted his arms in a questioning shrug. "The children I know will usually be happy to be put outside. They simply go play."

Owen shook his head emphatically at the serious nature of the matter.

"We are different. From the time we are born, we are together with others.

We are all very close. We depend on one another. We cherish one another. We spend all our waking hours with others. We cook and wash and work together.

We sleep in a sleeping house, together. Ours is an enlightened life of human contact, human closeness. There is no higher value than being together."

"So," Richard asked, feigning a puzzled look, "when one of you- a child-is put out, that is a cause of unhappiness?"

Owen swallowed as a tear ran down his cheek. "There could be nothing worse. To be put out, to be closed off from others, is the worst horror we can endure. To be forced out into the cold cruelty of the world is a nightmare."

Just talking about such a punishment, thinking about it, was making Owen start to tremble.