One of the Imperial Guards lifted the wounded soldier and carried him out of the room. The other soldiers stood and stared at Lyra with fear etched on their faces.
“How can you act so calmly about this?” scowled the general. “Are you going to just sit there and let this Sakovan dictate to us?”
“I am,” nodded the mayor. “You see, instead of trying to use brute force, I opted to listen to find out what the problem is.”
“And what is the problem?” snapped the general.
“The problem, General,” smiled the mayor, “is that you are trying to destroy our new leader. Unless we agree to do what the Star of Sakova wants us to do, Gatong will cease to exist.”
“You are mad,” retorted the general. “I will never follow this witch.”
“Then I suggest you run into her blue cylinder head first so we can be about the business of choosing your successor,” shrugged the mayor. “The Sakovans are allied with the Khadorans. Emperor Marak already has an army ready to come to Gatong to destroy us. Are you willing to lead your men into battle against the northern horde? Are you wiling to do it without any food supplies? Are you willing to leave your flank open to attack from Sakovans while you are doing it?”
“Are you serious?” asked the general as the color drained out of his face. “Did she play that trick with some guy’s voice and try to make you believe it was the Emperor of Khadora?”
“She did not,” answered the mayor, “but the Khadoran mage from the ship did. I, too, was skeptical at first, but I now know that it was genuine.”
“How could you know such a thing?” asked the general as he tossed his useless sword on the floor. “You have never heard the voice of the Emperor of Khadora. Whatever she did to persuade you, I would not believe it.”
“What persuaded me was not something she did intentionally,” replied the mayor.
“Then what convinced you that the voice actually belonged to Emperor Marak?” asked the general.
“The Star of Sakova slipped and called him Marak,” smiled the mayor. “It struck me that it was a rather familiar greeting for people who had never met. The clincher was the attitude of the Khadorans when she did it. Each and every one of them stared at her with admonishment. They obviously disapproved of someone addressing their emperor in such a way. It was not something that anyone would think to fake beforehand.”
“How is that possible?” the general asked as he turned to look at Lyra.
“Magic can accomplish many things,” Lyra answered. “The air tunnel is a rather simple spell. I could easily demonstrate it for you. Do you know the voice of anyone in Alamar?”
“I know General Manitow,” offered General Papper. “Are you telling me that you can speak to him from here?”
“I can,” nodded Lyra. “If you will open the window and then step aside, I will contact a mage in Alamar. It may take a while for her to run to the general’s office, but I am sure that it will be worth the wait.”
The general nodded and opened the window. He then walked to the front of the desk and sat down as he dismissed the Imperial Guards behind him. Lyra watched as the soldiers left the room. A shiver of pity rippled through her body as she thought about the first soldier to attack her. She shook her head sadly and wove the air tunnel to Alamar. Within moments she was talking to one of Temiker’s students, a female Sakovan. She issued her instructions and waited.
“Assuming this is all true,” said the general as he began to breath normally, “what is to stop the Katana’s armies from reclaiming Gatong?”
“The Sakovan armies for one,” answered Lyra. “I move next to Fortung. After that is Campanil. My goal, general, is to topple the Katana. I wish no harm to Omungans, but this war must be ended. I prefer to end it with as little bloodshed as possible, but there will be some. Right now the armies of Okata are trying to infiltrate the Sakova. We will unfortunately have to destroy them, but I am hoping to spare the cities from attacks. I suspect that Okata will have to be attacked in the end, though.”
“General Manitow here,” came a loud voice. “Who am I talking to?”
“Manitow?” shouted General Papper as he leaped out of his chair. “Is that really you?”
“Papper?” replied the voice. “Aren’t you in Gatong?”
“As always,” grinned General Papper as he recognized the voice of his old friend. “I can’t believe that I am talking to you.”
“Nor can I,” laughed General Manitow. “These Sakovans are full of surprises. Does this mean that Gatong has joined the Sakovans?”
“That is what we are discussing right now,” frowned General Papper. “I have been told many stories in the attempt to get Gatong to defect. I suspect that most of them are fabrications designed to win my approval. I am told that Alamar, Duran, and Zaramilden have defected. Is this true?”
“It is indeed,” confirmed General Manitow. “I am not sure how it went down in Duran or Zaramilden, but the citizens of Alamar demanded it. They felt that Okata has never done anything for them while the Sakovans sent food and restored their fields. I have to agree with them.”
“How is it?” General Papper asked cautiously as he tried to analyze the tone of Manitow’s speech as well as the words spoken.
“Couldn’t be better,” General Manitow replied cheerily. “As you could guess, I was skeptical at first, but I am a believer now. The people are well fed and happy. The citizens are volunteering to strengthen the defenses for when Romero decides to return, should that ever happen.”
“So you are expecting to be attacked by Okata?” asked General Papper.
“I always expect the worst, Papper,” chuckled General Manitow. “You should realize that. We will survive if it comes. In a way, I look forward to defeating General Romero. He always was such a pompous jerk. It seems that the big generals in Omunga are chosen by who they know and not what they know.”
“You sound rather confident,” remarked General Papper.
“I am,” replied General Manitow. “The Sakovans are resourceful and generous. They do not ask anything of us that they would not do themselves. I am beginning to believe that Okata will fall.”
“With the Khadorans on the side of the Sakovans,” commented General Papper, “perhaps they are bound to win.”
“Is that confirmed?” asked General Manitow. “I wondered about that. No one has mentioned it before, but I thought it was strange that the Khadorans were supplying the food.”
“I believe that I can confirm it now,” sighed General Papper. “We just seized a Khadoran ship and the crew certainly behaved as if there was such an alliance. We heard a voice through this magic thing that is allowing us to talk now. He claimed to be Emperor Marak and stated that he was aligned with the Sakovans. It makes sense in light of the reports that I have gotten from spies in Khadora. It is well known up there that the Khadorans are not allowed to aid Omunga in this war, not even with shipments of food.”
“I wonder if the Star of Sakova could be enticed into calling upon Emperor Marak to aid us militarily?” posed General Manitow.
“Manitow…” General Papper tried to interrupt.
“I think Okata would collapse in a heartbeat if that happened,” continued General Manitow. “Could you imagine the faces of Romero, Didyk, and the others? The Star of Sakova is the one who can do it, too. Wait until you meet Lyra. She will talk you around in circles until you are wondering which end is up.”
“Manitow,” General Papper said with his voice rising.
Lyra started laughing and General Manitow suddenly shut up. There was an awkward moment of silence before he spoke again.
“I apologize, Lyra,” General Manitow said seriously. “I should have realized that you were probably at the other end of this magical contraption.”
“No apologies are necessary, General Manitow,” Lyra said in a smiling voice. “I created this connection so that General Papper would know the truth of certain matters. Your speaking of your mind is what he needed to hear. Please continue. I will not think less of you no matter what you say. The truth is what it is. Be frank with General Papper.”