Stop the thief! Stop the thief! Ragon reacted fast. He lifted his spear, jumped over the wagon between him and the market stairs. In mid air he stabbed the thief in the throat. She fell dead to the ground.
Ragon was a soldier. He protected law and order in the city. His job was mostly to kill people. People who murdered or raped. People who stole. People who kissed in public. Sometimes he did a mistake, but that was just the way things were, the way they had always been. No one questioned it. No one objected.
Marakara came running. Thank you soldier, he said. Thank you! He got the apples out of the dead thief’s hand. He could have bought new apples and it was uncomfortable to see the dead body on the ground, but the law was the law. Things were as they always had been. There was no other way. He never questioned it. He never objected.
One day a stranger came to town. A man from rocky mountains far away. His name was Tornag. He questioned. He spoke with words put together in ways no one had ever heard. Arguments no one could deny. Reason. People listened, started questioning themselves. Soon they objected.
Then things started to change.