The general shook his head. “No. At least— No. I believe such a spirit kept me from harm in the battle. Personally, I mean. But the tactics were mine.”
The sahrdaran’s sly smile broadened, became a cheerful grin. “For some reason, that makes me feel better. Odd, really. You’d think it would be the opposite—that I would take comfort from knowing we were defeated by a superhuman force.”
Belisarius shook his head. “I don’t think it’s strange at all, Baresmanas. There is—”
He fell silent. There was no way to explain, simply, the titanic struggle in the far distant future of which their own battles were a product. Belisarius himself understood that struggle only dimly, from glimpses. But—
“It is what we are fighting about, I think, in the end. Whether the course of human history is to be shaped by those who make it, or be imposed upon them by others.”
He spoke no further words on the subject.
Nor did Baresmanas—then, or ever. In this, the sahrdaran was true to his Aryan myths and legends. He had given his word; he would keep it.
The skeptical scholar in him, of course, found his own stiff honor amusing. Just as he found it amusing that the cunning, low-born Roman would never have revealed his secret, had he not understood that Aryan rigor.
Most amusing, of course, was another thought.
To have picked such a man for an enemy! Demons, when all is said and done, are stupid.
Aide, however, was not amused at all. In the hours that followed, while the army found the ford scouted by the Arab cavalrymen and crossed to the left bank of the Euphrates, and then encamped for the night, Belisarius could sense the facets shimmering in their thoughts. The thoughts themselves he could not grasp, but he knew that Aide was pondering something of great importance to him.
The crystal did not speak to him directly until the camp had settled down, the soldiers all asleep except for the posted sentinels. And a general, who had patiently stayed awake himself, waiting in the darkness for his friend to speak.
Do you really think that is what it is about? Our struggle with the new gods?
Yes.
Pause. Then, plaintively:
And what of us? Do we play no role? Or is it only humans that matter?
Belisarius smiled.
Of course not. You are part of us. You, too, are human.
We are not! shrieked the crystal. We are different! That is why you created us, because—because—
Aide was in a frenzy such as Belisarius had not seen since the earliest days of his encounter with the jewel. Despair—frustration—loneliness—confusion—most of all, a frantic need to communicate.
But it was not the early days. The differences between two mentalities had eased, over the years. Eased far more than either had known.
Finally, finally, the barrier was ruptured completely. A shattering vision swept Belisarius away, as if he were cast into the heavens by a tidal wave.
Chapter 15
Worlds upon worlds upon worlds, circling an incomprehensible number of suns. People on those worlds, everywhere—but people changed and transformed. Misshapen and distorted, most of them. So, at least, most men would say, flinching.
Death comes, striking many of those worlds. The very Earth itself, scoured clean by a plague which spared no form of life. Nothing left—except, slowly, here and there, an advancing network of crystals.
Aide’s folk, Belisarius realized, come to replace those who had destroyed their own worlds. Created, by those who had slain themselves, to be their heirs.
Belisarius hung in the darkness. Around him, below him, above him—in all directions—spun great whirling spirals of light and beauty.
Galaxies.
He sensed a new presence, and immediately understood its meaning. A great sigh of relief swept through him.
Finally, finally—
He saw a point of light in the void. A point, nothing more, which seemed infinitely distant. But he knew, even in the seeing, that the distance was one of time not space.
Time opened, and the future came.
The point of light erupted, surged forward. A moment later, floating before Belisarius, was one of the Great Ones.
The general had seen glimpses of them, before. Now, for the first time, he saw a Great One clearly.