Even with the grim reminder of the slaughtered officers lying on the platform, some of Link’s new top subordinates dared to protest.
Through the desert? Many will die, in such a retreat.
“AT LEAST FOUR THOUSAND, BY MY ESTIMATE. THEY CAN BE REPLACED.”
And what about the Kushans? There are eight thousand of them in position to attack!
“POINTLESS. THEY HAVE NO HORSES. NO SUPPLIES. AND WE HAVE NO MEANS OF SUPPLYING THEM. OUR OWN SUPPLIES ARE LIMITED.
“BELISARIUS WILL NOT FIGHT, HE WILL SIMPLY ELUDE THE KUSHANS AND WAIT FOR THEM TO DIE OF HUNGER. A WASTE OF EXCELLENT TROOPS—WHOM WE NEED OURSELVES. WE MUST BEGIN THE RETREAT IMMEDIATELY. SEND COURIERS TO THE KUSHANS. THEY MUST GUARD OUR REAR AS WE MARCH BACK TO BABYLON.”
The officers bowed their heads. They began to scurry out, but Link commanded them to remain. There were still some calculations to be made.
The officers waited, silently, while Link gauged and assessed.
It did not take the superbeing more than five minutes to reach another conclusion. A human commander, faced with that bitter logic, would have screamed fury and frustration. Link simply gave commands.
“SEND WORD TO OUR FORCES IN BABY-LON. TELL THE COMMANDERS TO AWAIT OUR ARRIVAL, BUT THEY MUST BEGIN THE PREPARATIONS FOR LIFTING THE SIEGE OF BABYLON.”
A last protest:
Lift the siege of Babylon? But—
“WE HAVE NO CHOICE. BELISARIUS HAS SAVAGED US THIS YEAR, DUE TO THE INCOM-PETENCE OF MALWA’S GENERALS. OUR SUP-PLY FLEET WAS ALREADY STRETCHED TO THE LIMIT. THIS NEW DISASTER WILL DES- TROY MORE SHIPS. WE HAVE LOST TOO MANY MEN, TOO MANY SUPPLIES, TOO MUCH EQUIPMENT. WE CANNOT MAINTAIN THE SIEGE. WE MUST RETREAT TO CHARAX, AND BEGIN AGAIN NEXT YEAR.
“DO IT.”
When the wall of water reached Peroz-Shapur, in the middle of the night, more Malwa lives were lost. Not many—simply those unlucky men among the forces guarding against a sally who had chosen the wrong moment to relieve themselves in the riverbed, away from the foul latrines of a siege camp.
Above, on the walls of the fortified town, Baresmanas and Kurush listened to the river. The Euphrates was back, and with it, hope.
“He has done it,” whispered Kurush. “Just as he promised.” He turned away, moving with his quick and nervous stride. “I must ready the troops. We may be able to sally, come dawn.”
After he was gone, Baresmanas shook his head. “How can such a warm and merciful man be so ruthless?” he whispered. “So cold, so cruel, so pitiless?”
There was no accusation in those words. Neither condemnation, nor reproach. Simply wonder, at the complexity and contradiction that is the human soul.
Elsewhere within the walls of Peroz-Shapur, in the slave quarters where war captives were held, two thousand Kushans also listened to the sound of Malwa’s destruction.
Friendly guards were questioned. Soon enough, answers were given.
The Kushans settled their bets.
Those who had won the wager—all but one—celebrated through the night. They had the means with which to celebrate, too. Their guards were in a fine mood, that night. Wine was given out freely, even by stingy Persians.
Only Vasudeva refrained from the festivity. When questioned, the Kushan commander simply smiled and said, “You forget. I made another bet. Enjoy yourselves, men.”
Grinning, now, and pointing at the amphorae clutched in his soldiers’ hands. “Soon, everything you own will be mine.”
By the end of the next day, the Malwa guarding Peroz-Shapur began their retreat. Kurush—against Baresmanas’ advice—tried a sally. His dehgans bloodied the enemy, but they were driven off with heavy casualties. The Malwa lion was wounded, and limping badly, but it still had its teeth.
The day after that, the Kushans were sent out to clear the riverbanks of the multitude of corpses which had washed ashore. Bury them quickly—no sanctified exposure to the elements for those foul souls—so that the stench would not sicken the entire city.
The Kushans did their work uncomplainingly. They had another bet to settle.
By the end of the day, the count had been made to every Kushan’s satisfaction. And Vasudeva won his bet.
Many bodies had been buried, and their identities noted. There was not a single Kushan among them.