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Belisarius saw the glint before he spotted the masts. He had been looking for sails, until he realized there wouldn’t be any. This close to their final destination, the Ethiopian warships would be advancing under oar.
But there was no doubt of what he was seeing. Belisarius was not a seaman, but he could tell the difference between a warship and a cargo vessel at a glance. The twelve vessels whose masts he could see, perhaps ten miles away, were obviously fighting craft. And he had enough experience, with perhaps a minute’s study, to be able to distinguish the upperstructure of an Axumite warship from a Malwa galley.
“They’re ours, all right,” he muttered happily. “No doubt about it. But—” He brought the telescope back to the lead ship in the oncoming flotilla. There it was again. Something glinting.
He pulled the telescope away from his eye, frowning. Not worried, simply puzzled. “There’s something odd—”
Maurice nodded. “You spotted it too? Something shining on and off, on the lead ship?” The chiliarch’s eyes fixed on the horizon. “I saw it myself. First thing I spotted, in fact. Still haven’t been able to figure out what it is. Might be a mirror, I suppose, if Antonina wanted to signal—”
Both men, simultaneously, realized the truth. And both, simultaneously, burst into laughter.
“Well, of course!” shouted Maurice gaily. “She’s Venus, isn’t she? Naturally she’s got the biggest damn brass tits in the world!”
Belisarius said nothing coherent, until he stopped leaping about in a manner which was halfway between a drunken jig and a war dance. Then, before the astonished eyes of the cataphract bodyguards who had finally puffed their way onto the roof, the strategos of the Roman Empire and the commander of its finest army—normally as cool as ice in the face of the enemy—began taunting the distant Malwa troops like an eight-year-old boy in a schoolyard.
“That’s my lady! That’s my lady!” was the only one of those expressions which was not so gross, so obscene, so foul, so vile, and so vulgar, that Satan’s minions would have fled in horror, taloned paws clasped over bat-ugly ears.
* * *
In the hours which followed, as Maurice and Vasudeva organized the escape from Charax, Belisarius paid no attention to the doings of his army.
There was no need for him to do so, of course. The plans for the escape had been made weeks before Charax was even seized. Ever since the Romans had taken the city, a large portion of the soldiers had been working like beavers to get ready for departure. The cargo ships were loaded with provisions. The city was mined for final destruction. All that remained to be done was drive out the horses, collect the civilians, and organize the fighting retreat back to the docks.
The horses were driven out within the first two hours. Released from their holding corrals near the docks, the panicked creatures were driven through broken streets toward the Malwa lines. It was a task which the Roman soldiers carried out with reluctance but, perhaps for that reason, as quickly as possible.
Most of the horses would die, they knew. Many would be killed by the Malwa themselves, either because they were mistaken for a cavalry charge or simply from being struck by stray missiles or grenades. Others would break their legs clambering through the rubble. Most of the horses who escaped the city, except for those captured by the Malwa, would probably die of starvation in the desert and swamps beyond. And even those horses which found themselves in the relative safety of Malwa captivity would, in all likelihood, be eaten by the Malwa troops as they themselves became desperate for food.
But the only alternative was to destroy them along with the city. There was absolutely no way to load them aboard the cargo ships. Transporting large numbers of horses by sea was a difficult enough task, under the best of circumstances. It would be impossible for an army making a hurried escape under enemy fire. Given the alternatives, the Romans would drive the horses out. Some would survive in the desert, after all, long enough to be captured by bedouin.