Oblivion Mod:Order of the Dragon/The Slave Rebellion

Book Information The Slave Rebellion
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The Slave Rebellion

by Hassan the Wise

A fictionalized account of the slave uprising in Kathar

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The hood was black and so his face was hidden in deep shadow. When he rose out of the depths of the old shaft and brought all the darkness that lived down there up with him. His eyes glistened in it like two suns - lonely and yet outshining everything.

Kassim opened his mouth to say something, but the words stuck in his throat. That man there, who was supposedly a slave, who had recently fallen down the abandoned mine shaft, just could not be a serf. He sat exhausted on the rotten beam, which might have, long ago, kept the ceiling from collapsing. His breathing was calm and he looked at every Dunmer who stood in the crowd, one after another, with a piercing look in his eyes as if he were a pahmer choosing its next prey.

Startled, Kassim turned from the face. Had the slave just looked at him? 'Of course he looked at me. His eyes were on me the longest.' He got to his feet and hurried under the next shade ceiling. 'What, you're leaving the city in the middle of the day too? The heat burns your brain out of your head. Blessed be Mephala! I know where I belong and I return there now.'

Kassim passed the guard at the gate, who gave him the usual skeptical look and hurried to his house with quick steps. His servant closed the door behind him and hurried to hand him a tray with fresh water and a golden cup.

'How good that you still work so well, my Miro,' said Kassim. 'One obedient slave has no risk of angering his Lord and so lose his life-'

Before he could finish his sentence, a bright knife cut through his neck. His eyes were filled with bright red and gradually drowned his eyesight. He fell to the floor and a pool around his lifeless body quickly spread to all sides, watering the bright-blue clothes in his own blood.

Miro, however, crept outside. It was still day; apart from the Ordinators, only slaves were on the streets. He drew his knife - the red-smeared blade shone in the sunlight like a dying crescent in the morning sky - and all emaciated men and women, all serfs who could see him, drew a knife from the sheath in the same way. A shout rose above Kathar that the city had never heard before and Ordinators hearing it, in turn, drew their scimitars and made ready for battle. But they were outnumbered; there were ten slaves for each Ordinator. The Dunmer had always needed many servants and so the slaves expected good chances to perhaps bring the city under their control. Just then a voice echoed down from Kathar's highest minaret to bear arms. All fell silent. Only the voice of the Enlightened echoed off the walls of houses butting together. 'Lay down your weapons and forget what you did, so you'll endure the pain of your punishment more easily.'

And the slaves, led by Miro, let their knives fall into the sand, looking into space, and walked with slow steps back into the homes of their masters.