His gaze fell on Lord Jivita, the Malwa empire’s second-ranked military officer—briefly, then slid away. Jivita was cut from the same cloth. He transferred the gaze to a man seated at the very end of that little row. Here, his eyes lingered. Of all the Malwa kshatriya who monopolized the top military positions in the Malwa Empire, Lord Damodara was the only one for whom Sanga felt genuine respect.
The Rajput looked away, sighing faintly. Unfortunately, for all his ability, Damodara was only distantly related to the Emperor. Sanga was surprised, actually, that Damodara had even managed to reach his current position—ranked sixth in the army, as Malwa reckoned such things. He would rise no further, unless unexpected casualties or military disasters overwhelmed the Malwa dynastic sensibilities.
Which they might, he mused, when we attack Persia and Rome. Especially if—
To his surprise, he heard his name spoken. By Lord Damodara.
“I would like to hear Rana Sanga’s opinion on this matter. Other than Lord Venandakatra, he has had far more contact with this Belisarius than any of us. And he is a general himself, with great military accomplishments to his credit.”
Spluttering, Venandakatra began to squawk outrage at the idea of calling for the opinion of mere Rajput in such august company, but the Emperor himself called him short.
“Be silent, Venandakatra!” grumbled Skandagupta. “I myself would like to hear Rana Sanga’s opinion.”
Venandakatra, abashed, slunk back to his chair.
Rana Sanga advanced to the center of the pavilion. After prostrating himself before the Emperor, he rose and stepped back a few paces, so that he could be seen by both the Emperor and his top advisers.
“What is your opinion, then?” repeated Damodara.
Sanga hesitated for a split second. Then, squaring his shoulders, spoke firmly. He was a Rajput.
“I do not see where Belisarius could have acted in any other manner. For three reasons.” If it’s to be done, do it well. “First, his honor. No general worthy of the name can allow his honor to be sullied. To have tortured the prisoners, under those circumstances—even to have ordered his soldiers to do so—would have been to stoop to the level of—” Careful. They cherish their filthy mahamimansa. “—a mere servant. A menial. You might as well have asked him to clean the Emperor’s stables.”
He paused. Nods of agreement came from the Malwa.
“Two. His reputation. On the other hand, for him to have refused to deal with the prisoners would have sullied his reputation for decisiveness, determination, and willingness to spill blood. No general can allow such a stain on his reputation. Certainly not one such as Belisarius who, if some of you are not aware, has a towering reputation in his own land. And the lands of his enemies.”
Pause. Hesitant nods, now, from most of the Malwa except Damodara and two or three others. It was obvious that few of them had made the effort to learn anything about Belisarius, even though much information was readily available from the excellent Malwa espionage apparatus.
“For him to have refused to execute the prisoners would have imputed a lack of willpower. A tendency to shrink from necessary action, to waver in the face of carnage.”
The nods were no longer hesitant. Malwa officials needed no explanation of the value of a reputation for ruthlessness.
“Three. His valor.”
Here, he lost them completely, except—he thought—for Damodara. Sanga took a breath, elaborated:
“It is that valor which explains the abrupt manner of the execution, and the—otherwise inexcusable—manner in which it was done. The failure to warn Lord Venandakatra and other officials, or to turn the prisoners aside so that the blood of rebels would not pollute the worthy. The—” Maintain a respectful face. Do it. “—utterly disgraceful lack of respect shown to the Emperor’s Ye-tai bodyguards.”
He paused, scanned his audience. They were still completely at a loss. Sanga sighed, took a deep breath, explained the obvious:
“You cannot place a man like Belisarius in such a position and expect that he will react in any way other than one which demonstrates, for all to see, that he is fearless and ferocious. Lord Venandakatra chose to place General Belisarius in a situation which clearly expressed contempt for him. That was a mistake. A man like Belisarius will no more tolerate contempt than would a tiger.”