“Do you think Nartzeer could persuade ordinary men to be this callous?” Ruarnon asked their companions. “Or are these men bewitched?”
“Zaldean commanders have persuaded their soldiers to behave like this in the past,” Tor replied. “You are fortunate not to have witnessed the crimes committed during The Wars.”
Ruarnon felt cold inside. Uncle Omah had alluded to such things.
“Is this what Nartzeer brought you into the open to achieve?” Ruarnon asked the sorcerers, disillusioned. “Massacring people halfway across the world in case one day, after they conquered Tarlah, they decided to come after you?”
“He wants us to protect our people,” the middle-aged man insisted. “He is training sorcerers to detect and prevent crime and sorcerer healers to cure injuries and illnesses physicians cannot.
