18 "If you do not wish to be exchanged," argued
Bold Fox, "you do not HAVE to be. We will keep you until we find out
what your relatives have been told. We cannot hold those against their
will, though, who wish to return home. Let them go. Perhaps with their
safe return, your relatives will realize your concern and write,
assuring you that all is well at home."
19 The man thanked Bold Fox and left. Bold Fox called over a Warlock.
"I want you to take some of our best Scouts," he ordered, "and when The
Oneness takes their blind home, follow them. I want to know how they
are treated."
20 The Warlock nodded. A couple of weeks later he returned. The look on
his face told Bold Fox he had seen something that caused him great pain.
21 "Lord ," the man explained, "we followed The Oneness deep into the
desert. When they were out of our Land, they led the blind off the
main trail and up into the foothills. There, they casually marched them
into long trenches they had dug in the ground, telling them they were
stopping to rest, and to sit down. Then, they gave them all water. A
few moments later they slumped over. The men who had been guiding them
came along and one by one, pulled out their feet and laid them out on
the ground.
22 Then, they went up to the top of the trenches, picked up shovels,
and began to fill the trenches in. They had poisoned them, every last
one of them! The trenches were their graves. They left no markers or
any sign, just headed off home. Lord, they were their own people! How
could they? How could they do it? What kind of people are they?"
23 "That," answered Bold Fox, "is a question I cannot answer, for there
are no words in my heart that can answer your question. They are not men, they are some sick,
loathsome kind of animal, that have no hearts,