The tide of victory b-5

by Eric Flint

  Silence reigned, for a few seconds. Then:

  "Yes. You revel in that sense of supremacy. An empty man-no man at all, by human reckoning-who fills himself with his ability to surpass all others."

  Narses bowed his head slightly.

  "We cannot therefore trust you in the least. No more than we could a sword whose hilt was smeared with grease."

  "Even less," snorted Narses. "A sword has neither a brain nor a will. It will twist in your hand only from mishap or accident, or carelessness. I can be counted on to do it from my own volition."

  "Yes. Treason which revels in treason. Not because it is treason but because it is the greatest gambit in the ultimate game."

  Again, Narses made that little bow of the head. A master acknowledging another, and one perhaps greater than he.

  "So be it.You think yourself impervious, because nothing can threaten you except pain and death. But I will have a hostage, Narses."

  Nothing in Narses' face or body-he would have sworn it! — registered so much as a twitch. Though somewhere through his icy, barren soul ran a sudden hot spike of terror. Ajatasutra. My son!

  "There is someone close to you, then? You are not quite so detached from humankind as you pretend."

  Narses tried to speak, but found the words frozen in his throat. He could think of no truth, nor lie, which could shield him against that inhuman perception.

  Nanda Lal spoke again. "We will find out who it is," he said, through tight teeth. "Then-rest assured-"

  "Be silent. I will not say it again. Do not speak without my permission."

  Nanda Lal's dark face seemed to pale. He pressed his heavy body back into the chair.

  As before, the eyes of the shell called Great Lady Sati had never left Narses' face, even while uttering that apparently deadly threat. She spoke again, her words moving directly from the threat to Nanda Lal to the promise to Narses.

  "Such a hostage would be meaningless. Narses was close to Empress Theodora also. Yet he betrayed her soon enough. No. I will have the only hostage which means anything to this man."

  Her left hand lifted from the armrest and made a slight gesture. Narses could sense one of the assassins behind him coming forward, though he could not actually hear any footsteps on the heavy carpet.

  A hand seized his neck. Not harshly, not with the intent to manhandle, simply to hold him still. A moment later, sharp pain lanced in the back of his head. A blade of some kind, he realized, had penetrated his flesh and cut out a small portion. He could feel blood slowly trickling down his back.

  The assassin retreated. Narses stared at Link.

  "Have you ever heard of a 'CLONE,' Narses? No? It is a human being made entirely from another. A perfect copy. A man grown like a bud. You, a eunuch who can have no children, can still sire yourself. with no womb or woman needed for the purpose."

  The thing's eyes left Narses for a moment, looking behind her.

  "Take the flesh and deposit it in the ice chest. Then return." The young-woman's empty-void eyes returned to Narses. "I will have it grown, Narses. While you go about my work, I will raise the hostage you have given me. Betray Malwa, and you will lose yourself. You will be, in the end, as empty as you have always thought yourself to be.Consider that, eunuch of Rome. I-only I-can give you eternity."

  Narses did not bow his head, this time, so much as lower it. A gesture not of respect so much as defeat.

  "We understand each other, then. And now, I have a task for you."

  The voice changed, in that instant, back to the voice of Great Lady Sati. And in that voice it remained, for the following minutes, as it explained to Narses the nature of his new assignment.

  After Great Lady Sati finished, Narses immediately shook his head.

  "It is a bad plan. Unworkable. Rana Sanga will not believe it for a moment."

  Nanda Lal began to speak, then glanced apprehensively at Sati. She raised her hand in a stilling gesture. But the motion conveyed no threat. Simply an admonition to listen, before advancing an argument.

  "Continue, Narses," she commanded.

  "He has met Belisarius in person, Great Lady Sati. Indeed, he has spent many hours in his company. No matter what evidence I leave, he will not believe for an instant that the Roman general ordered the death of his family. Instead, his suspicion will rest upon the Malwa dynasty. And become confirmed, the moment you advance the proposal of marriage. Trust me in this, if nothing else. The plan-as conceived-is unworkable."

  Silence. Then:

  "You have an alternative, I see. What is it?"

  Narses shrugged. "For your purpose, there is no need to make Sanga suspect Belisarius directly. Simply to arouse his anger and rage at the chaos which the war has brought. India is in turmoil now, nowhere more so than the western borderlands. Summon Rana Sanga's family to Kausambi, at the emperor's command. Hostages themselves, to assure Sanga's loyalty along with Damodara's. Send a small force from the emperor's Ye-tai bodyguard battalions to escort them. Perhaps a dozen men. Then, along the route-while they are still in Rajputana-"

  "Yes!" exclaimed Nanda Lal. His earlier anger at Narses vanished, in the excitement of the scheme. "Yes. That will be perfect. The caravan is attacked by brigands."

  "Better, I think." Narses cocked his head, thinking. "Kushan brigands. As the loyalty of the Kushans unravels, due as much as anything to Belisarius' cunning, many of them have turned to banditry. And Kushan deserters make ferocious bandits. Far more believable that they would attack such a caravan than any common dacoits. Not to mention succeed in the attack. The treasure looted, Sanga's wife hideously abused, herself and the children slain afterward. Their bodies left for carrion eaters, mingled with the butchered corpses of their Ye-tai guards."

  Narses shrugged. It was a small, modest gesture. "I imagine I can probably even find one or two deserters from the Roman army to include in the bandit force. Just enough-there will be eyewitnesses to the attack, of course-to weight Sanga's anger even further."

  "He will be angry at us as well," opined Nanda Lal, pursing his lips. "After all, had we not summoned his family out of the safety of his palace. "

  "That is meaningless," stated Great Lady Sati. "Sanga's resentment we can tolerate. So long as his rage remains unfocused, it will channel itself into the war and his oath. When the time comes, he will accept the marriage."

  The slim young-woman's hands made a small curling gesture, indicating the entire body to which they belonged. "He will feel no sentiment toward this sheath. But we do not need his sentiment. The sheath is well-shaped, and has been well trained. It will arouse his lust, when the time comes. And when the children arrive, soon enough thereafter, his sentiment will have another place to become attached. That is sufficient for the purpose."

  Great Lady Sati stared at Narses for a moment. Then: "Do it, traitor. And remember my hostage."

  Narses arose and bowed deeply from the waist. After straightening, he looked at Nanda Lal.

  "The Ye-tai general Toramana, as I'm sure you know, is the commander of the troop which escorted me here. I saw to that. I suggest this would be a good time for you to interview him. There are. excellent possibilities there, I think."

  Nanda Lal nodded. Narses' lips twisted into a bitter little smile.

  "You'll have spies on me also, of course. So let's save some time. I need to pay a visit on Lady Damodara in any event, to give her a parcel from her husband. Beyond that-"

  He transferred his eyes to Great Lady Sati. "It would be best, in any event, if I set up my headquarters in Lady Damodara's palace. In order to organize this maneuver, I will need to see any number of people. Better to have such folk coming in and out of her palace than any other. Even if Sanga stumbles across any knowledge of my doings, he will simply assume I was acting on behalf of Damodara himself. And he will never suspect Damodara of such a cruel deed."

  Great Lady Sati did not even pause. "I agree. Do it."

  Nanda Lal chuckled. "It hardly matters, Narses. I don't have to bother to
have you followed. You think I don't have spies inside Lady Damodara's palace?"

  Narses regarded him calmly. "I'm sure you do. I am also sure that within three days of my arrival, those spies will be expelled from the house. Those who are not dead."

  Nanda Lal froze, his eyes widening. Narses snorted-very faintly-and bowed to Malwa's overlord.

  "I'm sure you understand the logic, Great Lady Sati."

  "It is obvious. There must be no suspicion. Your loyalty to Damodara must be unquestioned. Do not hesitate to kill all of Nanda Lal's spies, Narses. But do it shrewdly."

  * * *

  In the end, Narses did not kill all the spies. He saw no reason to kill the two cooks. Expulsion would serve as well, theft being the excuse-as it happened, a valid one. They were thieves.

  He did not even bother to expel the two maids. He simply saw to it that their duties were restricted to the laundry, in a different wing of the palace than that where Lady Damodara and the children had their bedrooms. It was a large palace. There was no way the maids could find their way unobserved to the only other place in the palace which Narses needed to keep secret. The cellar deep below where a tunnel was being slowly extended.

  He did have the two guards in Nanda Lal's employ assassinated, along with one of the majordomo's assistants. The guards simply had their throats slit while they slept, the night Ajatasutra arrived at the palace. The assistant, on the other hand, had been a retainer of Damodara's family since boyhood. So, before his own demise, Narses thought it was fitting to show the traitor the greatest of the secrets he had been trying-and failing-to ferret out for Nanda Lal. The secret he had never even suspected.

  The assistant's body then vanished in the bowels of the earth, folded into a small niche which the Bihari miners dug in one side of the tunnel and then covered over. They did not even mind the additional work. Men of their class were not fond of majordomos and their assistants.

  Although they did find a certain charm in the way the majordomo had pronounced many curses on his assistant's body as it was enfolded into its secret tomb. Quite inventive, those curses. And who would have thought such a stiff and proper old man would know so many?

  * * *

  If Lady Damodara noticed the disappearance of the guards and the assistant, or the reassignment of the maids, she gave no sign of it. Which, of course, was not surprising. The running of the household was entirely in the old majordomo's hands. Being also a man who had been a retainer of the family since boyhood-and one who was extraordinarily efficient-he was trusted to manage the household's affairs with little interference.

  The daughters of Dadaji Holkar noticed, of course. They could hardly help notice, since they were assigned to replace the two maids-an assignment which they greeted with much trepidation.

  "We don't know anything about how to take care of a great lady," protested the younger. "She'll have us beaten."

  The majordomo shook his head. "Have no fear, child. The lady is not hot-tempered. A very kind lady, in fact. I have explained to her already that you are new to the task, and will need some time to learn your duties. She will be quite patient, I assure you."

  Still hesitant, the girls looked at each other. Then the older spoke. "My infant will cry at night. The great lady will be disturbed in her sleep. She will be angry."

  The old servant chuckled. "She has borne three children of her own. You think she has never heard such noises before?" He shook his head. "Be at ease, I tell you."

  The girls were still hesitant. With most majordomos, they would not have dared to press the matter further. But this old man. he had been kind to them, oddly enough.

  "Why?" asked the younger sister, almost in a whisper. "A great lady should have experienced maids, not. not kitchen drudges."

  Kindly the old man might be, but the look he gave them now was not kind in the least. A hard gaze, it was. As if he were pondering the same question himself.

  Whatever answer he might have given went unspoken. For a new voice echoed in the girls' little sleeping chamber.

  "Because I say so."

  The girls spun around. Behind them, standing in the doorway, was the man who had rescued them from the slave brothel so many months earlier.

  They were so delighted to see him that they almost squealed with pleasure. The youngest even began to move toward him, as if she were almost bold enough to clasp him in an embrace.

  The man shook his head, although he was smiling. The headshake turned into a small gesture aimed at the majordomo. Making neither argument nor protest, the august head servant immediately left the room.

  After he was gone, the man bestowed upon the girls that calm, hooded gaze which they remembered so well.

  "Ask no questions," he said softly. "Just do as you are told. And say nothing to anyone. Do you understand?"

  Both girls nodded instantly.

  "Good," he murmured. "And now I must leave. I simply wanted to make sure all is well with you. It is, I trust?"

  Both girls nodded again. The man began to turn away. The older sister had enough boldness left in her to ask a last question.

  "Will we ever see our father again?"

  The man paused in the doorway, his head turned to one side. He was not quite looking at them.

  "Who is to say? God is prone to whimsy."

  A little sob seemed to come from the younger sister's throat; almost instantly squelched. The man's broad shoulders seemed to slump a bit.

  "I will do my best, children. More than that. " Whatever slump might have been in the shoulders vanished. They stood as square and rigid as ever.

  "God is prone to whimsy," he repeated, and was gone.

  * * *

  "This is an unholy mess," grumbled Ajatasutra. "By the time I get back to Ajmer, Valentinian and Anastasius and the Kushans will have been festering for weeks in that miserable inn. When they hear about this little curlicue to your schemes, they will erupt in fury."

  "All the better," snapped Narses. "Imperial Ye-tai troops aren't chosen for their timid ways, you know. And I can't have a smaller escort than ten-a dozen would be better-or the whole affair will ring completely false."

  "Make it a dozen," chuckled Ajatasutra harshly. "Imperial Ye-tai be damned. Against those two Romans? Not to mention Kujulo and that pack of cutthroats he brought with him."

  The assassin ran fingers through his beard. Then, smiled grimly. "You know what would be perfect? Have the escort led by some high Malwa mucky-muck. Nothing less than a member of the dynastic clan itself, anvaya-prapta sachivya. Some distant cousin of the emperor's. A young snot, arrogant as the sunrise and as sure as a rooster. He'll fuck up the assignment-probably insist on having himself and all the Ye-tai at the head of the convoy, leaving Rana Sanga's wife and kids to trail behind in the dust. Easy to separate them out and-"

  As he spoke, Narses' eyes had widened and widened. "Why didn't I think of that?" he choked. "Of course!"

  He eyed Ajatasutra oddly. "This is a little scary. I'm not sure I like the idea of you outthinking me."

  Ajatasutra shrugged. "Don't get carried away with enthusiasm. Nanda Lal will have a fit, when you raise the idea."

  "Not worried about that," retorted Narses, waving a casual hand. "If he gives me any argument, I'll just go right over his head. Great Lady Sati and I have an understanding."

  Now it was Ajatasutra's turn to give Narses an odd look.

  "S'true," insisted the old eunuch. "A very fine lady, she is, and an extraordinarily capable schemer." He paused. "For an amateur."

  Chapter 19

  Charax

  Summer, 533 A.D.

  By the time Belisarius got back to Charax, racing there in a swift war galley as soon as he got the news of the Malwa sabotage attempt, Antonina had her arguments marshaled and ready. And not just her arguments, either-in the few days which had elapsed, she had been working like a fiend to organize the "change of plans."

  By the time the argument between them was just starting to heat up-

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sp; It's too early, Antonina! The army isn't ready! Neither is the Ethiopian fleet!

  Get them ready, then! We can't wait any longer here!

  Idiot woman! We have no way of knowing if Kungas has created a diversion yet!

  I'll create one, you dimwit! A way, way bigger one than something happening in far-off Bactria! With or without the Ethiopians!

  And that's another thing! I don't want you taking those kinds of chances!

  Chances? Chances!? What do you think I'm facing here? There's no way to stop Malwa plots here in Charax! The place is a menagerie! Chaos incarnate!

  — the argument got cut short by royal intervention.

  Two royal interventions, in fact.

  The first, by Khusrau Anushirvan. The Emperor of Iran and non-Iran had known of Antonina's new plans, of course. He had excellent spies. And he knew of Belisarius' opposition within an hour after the argument between them erupted on the general's return to Charax.

  But it took him those few days, waiting for Belisarius' return, to ponder his own course of action. For all Khusrau's youth and energy, he was already a canny monarch, one for whom statecraft and long-term thinking was second nature. So he, unlike Antonina herself, immediately saw all the possible implications of her new proposal. And, for a variety of reasons-not the least being the opposition he expected to arouse among his Roman allies-he needed to take some time to examine all aspects of the problem.

  A few days, no more. By midafternoon of the same day that Belisarius returned in the morning and began his raging quarrel with Antonina, Khusrau intervened. Understanding the delicate nature of the business, he even restrained his normal "Persian Emperor reflexes" and came to the Roman headquarters accompanied by no advisers and only a handful of Immortals for a bodyguard.

  When he was ushered into the chamber where the dispute was taking place, Belisarius and Antonina broke off immediately. Neither one of them was surprised to see Khusrau appear, although they hadn't thought he would show up this soon. For the moment, the argument was still largely an internal Roman affair.