Bodies littered the streets. It pained GarGar to see that women and children were among the dead. “That’s the price of treason,” said his aide de camp with the callousness of youth. GarGar’s approach was more pragmatic. He pressed the survivors into work gangs, clearing the streets and throwing the corpses into one of several mass graves. Whole city blocks were razed to the ground in order to create space.
“This is the last time I lead an army against my own people,” said GarGar with emotion. “The very last time!”