“I wanted to share this day, not only with my family and friends”-and here he gestured to White Bear and then to the audience-“but with my congregation as well.”
A ripple of hushed conversation whisked through the crowd.
“I asked my congregants to join us in celebrating a new era of peace and fellowship as we poor sinners prove ourselves worthy to share in this paradise. Join me in welcoming the members of the First Church of the New Eden!”
The crowd began to applaud, and the guards by the tent turned and began pulling back the canvas flaps. When the crowd saw that there were hundreds of people sitting in tightly packed rows of folding chairs, they applauded with greater enthusiasm, welcoming more folks to this party. Then one by one the people in the audience stopped applauding until there was only one person-a silly drunk in the far corner-clapping; and then he, too, stopped. There was a long pause in which silence reigned over the entire amphitheater, and Benny could feel Nix stiffen beside him. His own heart was hammering.
Suddenly a woman screamed, and the crowd surged to its feet. There was instant turmoil as people fought to move away from the congregation. The guards waded into the packed mass, shoving people, clubbing some, yelling at them. Preacher Jack still stood with his arms raised, a smile of great joy on his face.
Benny stared in total horror. There had to be five hundred folding chairs set in rows in the tent. Each chair was filled, but each congregant was lashed to the chair by strips of white cloth that were wrapped around their legs and chests. They all writhed and struggled against the bonds. Not just to escape… but to attack.
The entire congregation was zombies.
“Oh my God!” gasped Nix, and shrank back, but Digger grabbed her shoulder and kept her in place. Benny had been unable to move and stood stock-still.
White Bear reached under his cloak of bearskin and brought out a pump shotgun that hung concealed on a sling. He pointed it at the sky and pulled the trigger. There was a huge BOOM!
Everyone froze.
“Sit down!” he roared, and racked the slide on the shotgun. There was another moment of silent indecision, and then the crowd obeyed. In the stillness of that moment they could see that the zoms were unable to rise or attack. A few people crept back to their seats, then more, and within minutes the entire crowd was back in their places. Nobody was smiling except for Preacher Jack.
And Nix. “Did you see the looks on their faces?” She giggled. And that was when Benny realized that Nix had crossed over into some other place.
Preacher Jack raised his hands. “Be at peace! The Children of Lazarus are all bound… we are all safe from one another, and that is the way that harmony can grow.”
The audience buzzed with troubled chatter, but gradually they all stopped talking to one another and looked at him.
“This is still a night of sport and celebration. This is what you came for!” The preacher half turned and pointed one hand down at the pits and the other at Benny and Nix.
The crowd stared for a moment longer, and then they roared with cheers and applause.
“Ah, crap,” said Benny.
White Bear goosed the applause for a full minute and then gradually quieted everyone with downward waves of his hand. “In ancient times,” he said in a voice every bit as loud and booming as his father’s, “those who had committed terrible crimes would suffer public execution.”
A ripple of applause.
“Or public humiliation.”
Bigger applause.
“But we are a civilized people!”
Applause and expectant smiles. Everyone knew what was coming now; everyone was in on the joke.
“My father is a holy man, and he says that the world is both heaven and hell and Gameland is purgatory.”
Someone in the back of the crowd actually yelled, “Hallelujah!”
Benny felt outrage bubbling in his chest. He was not the most devout churchgoer, but even he knew that this was no kind of religion. Preacher Jack might be crazy enough to believe some of this, but for White Bear it was all about manipulation.
White Bear roared, “So here in purgatory sinners get a chance at redemption. They get a chance to earn the right to be part of New Eden.”
Someone-Benny thought it was a guard-began a chant of “New Eden!” and soon the whole crowd was shouting it out as if it was something they believed in already. Sheep, Benny thought. Just sheep.
Nix laughed aloud, but only Benny heard her. It scared him as much as what White Bear was saying.
“So, tonight my father and I are going to set an example. We are making a new law, and we will be the first to abide by it!”
“Tell us, White Bear!” someone shouted, and everyone clamored the same.
White Bear pointed to Benny and Nix. “We got two sinners here. Two murderers. They led an attack on the camp of Charlie Matthias. You all knew Charlie, and you knew him as a good and decent man.” If the applause was not as enthusiastic, Benny saw, it was at least very loud. “They murdered my brother. And a few days ago they participated in the murder of my other brother, Zak, and his son. The blood of my family is on their hands!”
The crowd booed and called for blood to pay for blood.
Here it comes, Benny thought, and braced himself.
White Bear quieted the crowd once more. “But hear me-these are no longer zombie pits. It is forbidden to call them that ever again. These are the Pits of Judgment. Sinners go in there to face their crimes. Heaven itself decides the truth. If the accused is innocent, or if there is true repentance in his heart, then he will emerge unharmed from the pit. And if not…”
The crowd waited for it.
“… then the Children of Lazarus will make a sacrament of their flesh!”
The crowd went wild. Benny stared. Maybe some of them had started to believe this nonsense, or maybe it was all just a new game to them. Either way, they were totally sold on it.
White Bear, as grand a showman as his father, held one hand aloft so that the audience held their breath, and with the other he pointed at Benny and Nix. “It is time!” he proclaimed. “Cast them into the Pit of Judgment.”
Benny’s last thought before Digger and Heap pushed him over the edge was, Oh, brother.
Then he and Nix were falling into darkness.
71
CHONG TRIED TO FIGHT THE HANDS THAT PULLED HIM FROM THE PIT, BUT his attacker bent close and in a fierce whisper said, “Chong-it’s me.”
Chong stopped struggling. The figure let go of him and moved into a patch of starlight.
“Tom!” Chong began to cry out, but Tom clamped a hand over his mouth.
“Shhhh!”
Chong nodded. “How’d you find me?” he whispered.
Tom quickly explained how he’d left Benny, Nix, and Lilah back at the way station, and about his encounter with Sally Two-Knives.
“I-I’m… Tom, I’m so sorry-”
“Save it. This is a lot more my fault than yours, kiddo. Even so,” Tom said, tapping him hard in the chest, “do not let it happen again. From here on out you follow orders exactly as given, understand?”
“Absolutely loud and clear.”
The sounds of laughter and applause, the screams and jeers, were much louder. The noise was coming from behind the place, past the line of close-parked wagons. There were a few small zombie pits out here, but Tom suspected the real attraction was over there.
“Benny and Nix are here somewhere,” Tom said, “and I have a bad feeling about where they are.”
As if to counterpoint his comment, the crowd erupted into furious applause.
“What are we going to do?”
“First things first,” said Tom. “You look pretty banged up. Are you all right?”
When Chong took too long to answer Tom pulled him into a patch of light that was screened by hedges.