"We have something special to show you today, Madam Ambassador."
"Do you now? I'd call the whole city "special," Commander Daeki. And please, call me Elizabeth."
Elizabeth DeCardin had been in the Scion city for over a month, and her words were not entirely empty flattery. Having left Cevedes braced for horrors, only the portion of the journey through the haunted lands had been at all disquieting. Of course the Scions were putting on a show for her, and she had far from free-access in this military town... but still, it was all far more pleasant than she'd expected. Commander Daeki himself was probably the most disagreeable aspect of the city. Scarred and horned, the Patrian officer looked more like a demon than the civilized, urbane soldier she'd become familiar with. Nothing but a show. She thought the Scion habit of making their military men all look like monsters was a bit childish, to tell the truth. Not that she would.
Daeki led the Amurite ambassador to a walkway overlooking a large courtyard. Bleachers placed along one side of the yard held a crowd of civilian Patrians, with some richly dressed dignitaries on a special platform to the side. A mix of both civilian and military dignitaries, Elizabeth could easily see. The civilians possessed the uncanny beauty of all "Gifted" Patrians, while a few were the usual military horror show. Several rows of armed and armored warriors faced the crowd. Heavy infantry, it seemed. Probably a unit of the Empire's "Principes". They lacked heads, of course, though their commanding officer did not. The ambassador had seen enough headless troops within the castle find them unexceptional. Along with the officer, a couple of priests and a woman who was probably a mage stood before the warriors. There was what looked to be a large number of small boxes piled neatly behind the priests.
"A military ceremony, I presume? Awards?"
"Something like that, Madam Ambassador. Here, they're beginning."
One of the military men on the platform started addressing the crowd, praising the soldiers for their honor and courage. All the usual blather. Daeki related an incident in Avitas he'd just heard off from a letter. A Lanun trader had bet he could out-drink a Scion trader, each drinking the other's preferred beverage.
"The disagreement was about relative capacities, Madam Ambassador."
Apparently the Scion trader had suffered some embarrassing damage from over-filling his stomach with brandy. The Lanun trader, however, had worse luck with the Spirit Essence wine of the Scions. Elizabeth chortled at the story's conclusion.
"Haunted by little pink sheep and pigs? Commander, you don't believe a word if it, I hope. You've already told me of the tall-tales your great-grandson sends you. I would have thought a judge would look more to his respectability.
Daeki just smiled and shrugged, then said "Here, they're starting."
Down in the courtyard a priest was handed one of the small boxes by his companion. Then the priest and the mage stepped up to the first of the soldiers standing at attention. When the priest opened the box's lid the mage reached in and drew from it... a man's head.
"It's his own head, of course," volunteered Commander Daeki. "They number the boxes quite carefully, I assure you. Besides, the magic won't work right with the wrong head."
Moving carefully, the mage settled the head onto the shoulders of the soldier, paused for a moment with her hands to either side of the head, and then stepped back. The soldier suddenly raised his sword and shouted "For the Emperor!" "For the Emperor!" the onlookers shouted back.
As the ceremony progressed, each soldier receiving his head in turn, Commander Daeki explained:[PARAGRAPH]"Our extrasensory magics turn what would be a severe handicap for many - headlessness - into a net asset", he dryly began. "But a unit spearheading an attack often wants its senses at their sharpest at the battle. Not in Urbis Arcana. So sometimes a picked unit will have their heads restored when in service rather than at decommissioning. You do realize that decommissioned soldiers receive their heads back, yes?"
"I had assumed as much. Or on promotion to... Captain, yes?"
"Of course, Madam Ambassador. I should expect you to be well informed."
Each soldier shouted when his head was reattached, and those who'd been restored before joined the audience in echoing him. Elizabeth became aware that the heads were not opening their eyes only after being reattached. And by watching carefully she determined the eyes of the unattached heads were not locked forward, as she had first assumed. Instead they merely stared forward. Like good soldiers on parade.
"Well, this Urbis Arcana isn't something I'm familiar with."
Daeki laughed. "We usually just call it "Box city" or "The Four Walls Resort." Soldiers are given the best drink, and treated to entertainments such as music, dancing, plays... you know... and duty permitting. Anything you just need your head for, they can take part in. Even out in the field. It's a huge boon for morale, let me tell you."
"I can imagine."
"Still, being "capitaled" is considered a great honor. It means the Emperor deems you worthy of leading the armies of Patria on the march, in the attack. The vanguard of conquest... ex-cetera ex-cetera. If you've seen enough....? I know her Highness the governor wants to see you.
As Commander Daeki turned to leave Elizabeth stayed looking on the courtyard below, attention focused not on the soldiers but on what Daeki had just said. "May I ask where the soldiers below are normally stationed?"
Daeki didn't turn to face her again, but shrugged and waved one had dismissively. "Somewhere over on your border, I believe. Now, come with me, please. I think her Highness has some questions for you about the treaty." Elizabeth followed, thinking that Scion shows weren't invariably empty.