30th March
15:27 GMT +4:30
"This is…
Weird.
"
Zatanna looks up from her kebab as we walk away from the street food vendor. "What is?"
I look around the busy and mildly chaotic streets of Kabul.
"I couldn't walk around Kabul like this back home. Well, no, I could with a power ring, but otherwise it would be too dangerous.
"
"How is Kabul dangerous?"
"The history of the country is… Somewhat different. Um, what do you know about Afghani history?
"
"Not much. They.. joined the Warsaw Pact during the seventies… And I think I remember something about Soviet bases in the south being attacked by the local tribes…"
Our guide snorts, then catches himself and looks nervously at us.
I wave it off with my right hand.
"I'm sure you know it better than we do.
"
He nods. "It was a cruel thing to do to those conscripts who were stationed there, but President Daoud knew what he was doing. Put all the bases near Pakistan so the crazy tribes start fights with the Russians and not the rest of us. And it was no bad thing to have all of the Russian soldiers away from the centres of government. The communists weren't as integrated into the PDPA as they are now and they might have
started something."
"And he could honestly tell the Soviets that Pakistan was a member of CENTO and SEATO, so there was a good reason for them to be there.
"
"It was that or put them next to Turkey. But we had to trade with
someone."
Zatanna looks at me inquisitively. "Is that not what happened on your Earth?"
"No.
"
"Ah… If you don't mind me asking, sir..?"
"I come from a parallel universe, and.. one of the differences is that Afghanistan is a bit of a war zone. I.. never really studied exactly what started it off, but the Soviet Union actually invaded the country at one point… Then, Britain and America started funnelling weapons and money to the most theologically vicious tribes and Wahhabi madrassas they could find with the aim of making their life miserable. Of course… In the
end, that meant that when the Soviets gave up on the whole thing as a waste of life and money-.
"
His eyes widen. "Merciful Allah. You mean they took over the country?"
"The Taliban ruled Afghanistan from just after the Soviets left to two thousand and one when the United States invaded the country and they've been fighting a continuous guerrilla war across the country ever since, allied to every radical lunatic they can find. Westerners don't dare-
" I watch as a group of tourists stroll past us down the street.
"-walk around in the open like this. You'd get shot, kidnapped or blown up by a suicide bomber.
"
"Suicid-." He shudders in horror. "I think I am glad that I live in
this Afghanistan."
We walk up to the security gate surrounding the conference centre being used for the conference in which the leaders of the region are meeting Adom officially for the first time. Bialya
isn't being represented, though about three different groups who
claim to represent it are in Kabul at the moment. It was interesting to see how different the region's history is to back home. No war with the Soviet Union means that while there are Islamic fundamentalists around -though like back home the word 'fundamentalist' doesn't have the negative connotations in Arabic that it does in English so they just call them crazy- they don't have anything like the political or military power that I'm used to. Plenty of countries hate Israel, but in an almost agnostic pan-Arab nationalist way rather than a religious way. It's a political problem rather than Satan's holiday home.
And of course, no al-Qaeda means no attack on the World Trade Centre on the eleventh of September.
Our guide -his name is Mister Farid- leads us inside the building.
"I just wish I knew exactly what caused the difference.
"
"Did the
Anglo-Afghan Wars still occur?"
"Yes, there was.. a bit of a joke about us not learning the lessons of history when we followed the Americans in for the.. fourth time, was it?
"
"If that happened, it would have been the fourth time, yes."
"How do you.. handle the border with Pakistan these days?
"
"We have the military guard the main roads, and otherwise do what any sensible person should do: avoid it." He holds open a door and ushers us inside. "His Excellency Teth Adom will be with you shortly."
"Thank you." Zatanna leads the way into the lounge area as Mister Farid closes the door behind us. She sits down on one of the settees and takes a deep breath. "Are you sure this is the right thing to do?"
"His help would be very useful and.. he.. definitely won't talk to Nabu.
"
"I know he's your friend, but I saw pictures of what he did to those people in-."
A door in the far side of the room opens and Adom walks through. He stops in the threshold, nods to Zatanna and myself and then partially turns his head to the people behind him. "Wait here."
"Yes, Mighty One."
He walks in and the aide closes the door behind me. Zatanna gets to her feet. "How is the conference going?"
"It is strange to have so many leaders meeting in one place. Recognition of my government will occur, subject to them sending 'monitors' to the capital to make sure that I do not make slaughtering my political enemies a habit."
"Are you alright about that?
"
"They would have sent spies regardless. At least this way I will know where some of them are." He looks curiously at Zatanna. I suppose he... He hasn't met her before, has he? "I was informed that you wish to speak with me."
I cover the walls in orange sound baffles and deposit ward stones along the walls.
"Yes, Adom. In point of fact we would like to ask for your help. Well, provisionally. We.. still..
hope it won't actually come to a fight.
"
"You have done a great deal for Kahndaq and for me personally. Tell me what you need, and if it is in my power I will grant it."
I look at Zatanna. This will almost certainly sound better coming from her. She takes a breath to steady herself. "Five months ago a Lord of Order called Nabu possessed my father. His.. spirit is bound to the Helmet of Fate; whenever someone puts it on he takes control of their body and uses it to interact with the world. Once he's in control there's no way for them to take it off or resist him. We're trying to work out a way to get rid of him, and if it.. turns out that we need to use force, we would appreciate it if you would agree to help us."
There's a very slight frown on his forehead. "Fate? Lord Fate is a member of the Justice League as your father was. Are they unaware of this?"
"No. They're not. And before you ask, I have no idea what they're thinking. And I can't talk to them about it because I can't risk Nabu finding out that we're planning something.
"
"His control is constant?"
"Yes. When you're wearing the Helmet, it's like you're standing in a black void. Nabu can talk to you and show you what's going on outside, but that's it."
"I find it unlikely that a woman such as Princess Diana would countenance the presence of such a being."
"Justice League nominations need the approval of every current member. If she wasn't happy about it she didn't speak out about it.
"
"This is.. concerning. What does it want with your father?"
"It wants a powerful magic user as its host. He was the strongest available."
Adom nods slowly. "I have no great love for Lords of Order, but they are extremely powerful. I will aid you, but you know that strength alone will not carry the day."
I nod.
"We know. We're working on the rest, and it may even be possible to reach a peaceful settlement. This is just in case it's not. Our current plan is to confront him on the seventh of July and attempt to negotiate Mister Zatara's release. The fight would start the moment we fail.
"
"I will keep my calendar clear. You will brief me more fully when you have a firm plan?" I nod. "Then we have an accord. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave. I need to speak to the Libyan agriculture minister before the end of the recess."
"Ad-. Teth Adom, I… Thank you. For agreeing to help me with this."
"You are welcome, Miss Zatara. After all of this politicking, I will find it pleasant to have a simple fight of good versus evil once more."