Pandora's Legion

28

Kassim made the introductions.

The father was graying in a dignified way that impressed Ali, and they established an early rapport. It did not take the scientist long to push the boundaries of courtesy and address the reason for the meeting.

“Sir, I wish to thank you for your support of the jihad. Kassim has spoken your praises in such a way that surely you will be blessed.”

Razak Sial nodded gravely. “Thank you, Doctor. Your own dedication to God’s work and to the less fortunate has earned you a throne in Paradise.”

Ali sensed something — what? Too early to tell; he bided his time.

“Before I speak with these young men, I would know more of them. Please tell me of their education and their devotion to The Word.”

Sial tasted the doctor’s tea again, then set down the cup. “My wife was a good woman who died too young. But she left me with four children of my own and her nephew. It was necessary for me to leave my family for a time and make a living as best I could… on the other side of the border.”

“Yes, Kassim spoke of your service.”

“When I returned from fighting the infidels, I was able to pay most of my debts and even to expand my herd. But, alas, honored doctor, the cost of raising a large family is always high.” The farmer allowed the sentiment to dangle in midair.

Ali shot a glance at Kassim, occupied with the boys outside. Does he know? Does he even suspect that this excuse for a man accepted money to fight God’s enemies? Ali suspected not, but the point would require clarification.

Sial continued. “Even though I was often absent, I saw to the boys’ religious education, as their mother and aunt desired. These two are the most devout of my sons, and they wish to serve in the holy war, if only my family can work without them.” Ali’s pulse spiked briefly. His reservoir of goodwill was rapidly draining. So! The old goat will sacrifice two of his kids for the benefit of the herd — and himself.

“And what would you require to complete the boys’ transition to sacrificial warriors?”

Razak Sial spread his calloused hands in a move so fluid and emotive that it seemed rehearsed. “Doctor, I would not deem it worthy of myself to name a cost. Surely the value of two young lives is measured in more than rupees.”

You shrewd bastard. Place the burden on me. Ali thought for a moment, then said, “For the worth of two fine young men, whose service will be brief, I suggest the working wages of five years each — a value of ten years labor.”

In the rude hut overlooking the valley, thus were two souls purchased. They were delivered in the living bodies of Hazrat Sial and Miam Ahmed.