Part 70 (1/2)

”In the meantime,” Cortin said, ”I'm hungry. Let's go up to supper.”

Return to main storyline: 31. Explanation

30b. Torture (Medart's point of view)

The scene through the observation room window wasn't as bad as Medart had expected. Or not as bad yet, he cautioned himself; it appeared that Cortin was still conducting her preliminary examination.

What she'd called the third-stage room resembled, more than anything else Medart could think of, a twentieth-century operating room, with cabinets of supplies and equipment, monitoring machinery, even a surgical table. But operating rooms didn't have chains hanging from the ceiling, and patients weren't held spreadeagled, naked, between those and eyebolts in the floor.

A couple of minutes after they entered, Odeon glanced toward the observation room, raised a hand in acknowledgement, and said something to Cortin. She turned toward them. ”Colonel Bradford?”

”Yes,” Bradford said, ”with Ranger Medart and Lt. DarElwyn.”

”If you'd care to, you're welcome to join me in here.”

”Thank you, Excellency.” Bradford switched off the intercom and turned to the others, looking surprised. ”That's a first; she doesn't normally allow anyone in there except Captain Odeon or other Inquisitors. The disadvantage is that you can't avoid her prisoner's screams by shutting off the intercom.”

”Even so,” Medart said thoughtfully, ”if an invitation's that rare, we ought to accept.”

The three entered the larger room, which smelled of antiseptic--rather to Medart's bemus.e.m.e.nt. Why should Cortin care about infection in people she was torturing to death? He kept that question to himself, though.

”The interview went all right?” Cortin asked.

”Quite well,” Bradford replied. ”I'll get the operation moving as soon as I get back to my office.”

”Good--thanks, both of you.” Cortin turned back to her prisoner, still addressing the observers. ”This one's nothing special, except in the number of his crimes and the fact that he wanted witnesses until he got to the last victim in each series. It was the rapes that were his particular thrill; the murders were enjoyable, but more of a side effect. So I'll be concentrating on the punishment for rape.”

Medart tried not to pay too close attention to what she went on to do, sometimes with Odeon's a.s.sistance. He had to learn about this culture's less pleasant aspects as well as its more enjoyable ones, and he definitely had to learn all he could about Cortin herself; that didn't mean he had to like, or even approve of, what he found out.

This was one of those things. Medart couldn't reasonably argue against the criminal's execution; most societies, the Empire included, had death penalties for some crimes, and Medart himself had ordered or carried out a few. Those, though, had been quick; Imperial justice didn't demand vengeance.

Kingdoms justice did, and by the time Bradford left a few minutes later, Medart had no doubt Cortin enjoyed exacting that vengeance.

Before he had to raise his mind-s.h.i.+eld to protect himself from the criminal's pain, Medart got the feelings both she and Odeon were broadcasting. Odeon didn't like the work; he helped only because he loved Cortin, and there were things her own torture and maiming by the Brothers had left her physically unable to do, until Jeshua, and later Shayan, had healed those injuries. Medart caught a strong visualization of a seriously injured Cortin before Odeon forced his thoughts away from that subject.

After that image, Medart was surprised to find no trace of personal revenge in Cortin's broadcast. She was determined to exact vengeance, yes, but as she'd said, on behalf of the criminal's victims and their families. She got considerable pleasure out of it, but again it wasn't the type Medart would have expected. There was no sadism involved; what he felt from her was, in a sense, worse. Her emotions in causing the most prolonged and agonizing death possible were intellectual--the pride in skill and workmans.h.i.+p of any professional doing a challenging job to the best of @'s ability. As for the healing--Medart frowned to himself at that. Odeon seemed like the practical sort, yet he was firmly convinced that G.o.d and the Devil had cured Cortin. He'd have to get one of them past that reluctance to talk about religion, and given their differing att.i.tudes, Odeon would be the one to work with. Later.

Keith, unlike Odeon and Medart, seemed to have a true appreciation of Cortin's intent and ability. Not, Medart told himself, that that was really unexpected; Sandemans considered it perfectly honorable to torture a captured enemy for information, and certain offenses against honor or custom demanded the offender's lingering death. But they were more direct about it; a beating was the usual method.

That, b.l.o.o.d.y as it was, seemed somehow cleaner than Cortin's cool, meticulous precision. It was several hours before she was satisfied with the prisoner's general condition: his entire body except the genital region so bruised or abraded that even a light touch brough curses.

She stepped back to survey him, then smiled at her audience. ”That takes care of the preliminaries; now we can get to the real punishment.” She went to a cabinet, removed a vial and syringe.

”This is eroticine,” she said, forcing the liquid in the vial down her prisoner's throat. ”In small doses, it's a male aphrodisiac. In larger ones, like this, it forces an erection and increases s.e.m.e.n production by several hundred percent. He has no way to stimulate o.r.g.a.s.m, so that is forced out by simple hydraulic pressure--quite uncomfortable, I've been a.s.sured. This dose is oral, so he'll be that way for about twelve hours.” She picked up a syringe, cleared it of air. ”And this is algetin, a pain-enhancer that's most effective on swollen tissue such as an erection. It's a combination I think particularly appropriate for a rapist.”

Medart didn't agree that an aphrodisiac combined with a pain-enhancer was necessarily appropriate for anyone, but it was clear the Sandeman did approve.

”An intriguing combination,” Keith said. Moments later, when the man's erection firmed and grew moist, he looked curious. ”Is that wetness normal, or is it a drug effect?”

The question was so out of character for a Sandeman that Medart was shocked, but Cortin seemed to take it as a matter of course. ”Neither, Lieutenant; it's a side effect of the satyr plague.”