Startled, the Malwa looked to the sound. The assassin realized the truth almost immediately. But “almost,” facing a hunter like Ousanas, was not quick enough. The assassin’s heart was ruptured by a Roman blade before he had his own dagger more than half-raised. He did manage to gash the African’s leg before he died. Ousanas was quite impressed.
The priests never managed more than a gasp. Ousanas did not take the time to withdraw the blade from the assassin’s back. If Belisarius had been there, watching, he would have seen an old suspicion confirmed. Ousanas was stronger than Anastasius. The aqabe tsentsen simply seized the priests’ necks, one in each hand, and crushed the bones along with the windpipes.
Before he even lowered the bodies to the deck, Ousanas could hear the thundering footsteps of the cataphracts charging the cabin. Then, the door splintering, as Anastasius went through it like a hurricane. Then—
The hunter was grinning now. As always, in darkness and gloom, those gleaming teeth seemed like a beacon.
Good-bye, monster.
* * *
Anastasius was off balance when the first guard swung his tulwar. For that reason, he was unable to deflect the huge blade properly. Instead, his shield broke in half.
The guard gaped. That blow should have flattened his opponent, if nothing else. The guard was still gaping when Anastasius’ mace crushed his skull.
Another guard swung a tulwar. Anastasius side-stepped the blow. Not as nimbly as Valentinian would have done, of course, but far more quickly than the guard would have ever imagined a man of Anastasius’ size could move.
Anastasius might have slain that guard, easily, with another stroke of the mace. But he wanted to create some fighting room in the confines of the cabin. He could see four more guards crowding behind. So, instead, he dropped his mace and seized the guard in a half-nelson. Then, rolling his hip, he flung the man into his oncoming fellows.
Quickly, Anastasius lunged aside, pressing himself against the wall of the cabin. He would retrieve his mace later. For now, he simply needed to let his companions pass.
Leo came next, through the shattered door, roaring like an ogre. Truth be told, Leo was almost as dimwitted as the nickname “Ox” implied. So, as always in battle, he eschewed complicated tactics. And why not? He’d never needed them before.
He didn’t need them this time, either. By the time Isaac and Priscus and Matthew forced their own immense and murderous bodies into the cabin, Leo had already killed one guard and disabled another.
The rest died within half a minute. The battle, for all its fury—eleven huge men hacking and hammering each other in a room the size of a small salon—was as one-sided as any Belisarius had ever seen.
He was not surprised. Watching from the doorway, Antonina peeking around his arm, Belisarius witnessed one of the few battles which went exactly according to plan.
He had known it would. Anastasius was the only Roman who matched the size of Link’s special guards. But the others matched them in strength, if not in sheer bulk. And they, unlike the guards, were not a pampered “elite.” They were the real thing. Swords and maces, wielded on battlefields and the cruel streets of Charax, went through the tulwars like fangs through soft flesh.
Silence, except for the ringing gong held in an assassin’s hands. Then, silence, as Matthew’s sword decapitated the gong holder.
Belisarius stepped into the room, staring at Link.
The monster was dying, now. With its inhuman intelligence, Link had already assessed the new reality. There would be no rockets coming through the floor, killing its great enemy. No grenades, to obliterate what might be left.
Link had been prepared for that possibility. So it had taken its last, pitiful revenge.
A jeweled cup slid out of the monster’s hand. The body of an old woman—the monster’s sheath—was already slumping in the ornate, bejeweled chair. An old woman’s head lolled to the side.
It was a quick-acting poison. But there was still a gleam in those wizened eyes. A small gleam of triumph, perhaps. If nothing else, the monster’s great enemy would not take its life.