Belisarius’ face tightened. Link, the secret master of the Malwa dynasty, was an artificial intelligence sent back in time by the “new gods” of the future. Belisarius had met the creature, once, when he was in India. It had taken the form of Great Lady Holi, the aunt of the Malwa emperor. Aide called it a cybernetic organism.
Belisarius’ eyes drifted across the landscape of the Zagros, as if that rugged mountain range was a metaphor for human destiny. The slopes of those mountains were rocky, treacherous, and at least half-hidden by spurs and crests. Belisarius had learned much, over the past four years, about mankind’s future—it would be better to say, futures, because the “new gods” had their own plans for shaping human destiny. But he still did not know much about the “new gods” themselves. Aide, he was sure, was not withholding information from him. The crystal was simply incapable of understanding such mentalities.
Belisarius thought he understood them. They reminded him of religious fanatics he had met. Orthodox or Monophysite, it mattered not. All such men were imbued with the certainty that they—and they alone—understood the Will of God. Those who opposed them were not simply in error, they were the minions of Satan. To be scourged, that others might be cleansed.
That was the vision, he thought, which animated the “new gods” of the future. Outraged by the chaotic kaleidoscope of humanity, as it spread through the stars, they were seized by a determination to purify the race.
There had been no conceivable way to accomplish that goal, in their future time. Humanity had settled throughout the galaxy, and all the galaxies nearby. Isolated by incredible distances and the speed of light, each human planet went its own way. The human species was evolving in a million different directions, like the branches of a great tree, with nothing to bind it but a common heritage and the slender threads of the Great Ones in their travels.
So, the “new gods” had sent Link back in time, to alter history when humanity was still living on a single planet. To crush the mongrel empire called Rome, and to build a world state centered in north India. The “new gods” intended to use the Hindu caste system as the germ for what they called a “eugenics program.” They would purify the race—and if, in the doing, they slaughtered millions, they cared not the least. Those were cattle, at best, if not outright vermin. Only the “new gods,” and those they would shape in their image, were truly human.
Aide was right. If Malwa won, there would be no kings in the future like Gustavus Adolphus.
And if we win? he asked. But he knew the answer, before Aide even gave it.
Then you will have changed history also. The course of it will remain, like a broad river, but the banks will be altered. There may not even be a country called Sweden, in that future. There certainly won’t be a man named Gustavus Adolphus. Or, if there is, he’s as likely to be a peasant or a glassmaker as a king.
For a moment, the thought saddened Belisarius. The Roman general had no doubt of the righteousness of his cause. None at all. But even the most just war causes destruction. Saving that great, flowering tree of humanity’s future, Belisarius would crush many of its buds. There would be no Gustavus Adolphus. No Shakespeare; no Cervantes; no Spinoza and Kant; no Sir Isaac Newton.
The moment passed. But there will be others, like them.
Yes, came Aide’s reply. Quietly: And there will be a place, too, for others like me. We are also people, with our own rightful place in that great tree.
* * *
Belisarius’ musings were interrupted by a voice.
“How soon do you want us ready, general?”
Belisarius snapped out of his reverie and focused his eyes on the speaker. It was Mark of Edessa, the commander of Belisarius’ new unit of handcannon soldiers.
An idle thought crossed Belisarius’ mind. I have got to come up with a new name for them. “Handcannon soldiers” is just too much of a mouthful.
Belisarius took a moment to examine the man. Mark was in his early twenties. He was a Syrian, of predominantly Arab ancestry. That was useful, given that most of his men were of similar stock. Like all Roman soldiers, the men spoke Greek—or learned to, at least, shortly after enlisting. But Mark’s fluency in Arabic and several of the Aramaic dialects had proven valuable many times.