Ousanas now launched into a savage elaboration of the ontological distinction between ignorance and stupidity.
“—ignorance can be fixed. Stupid is forever. Consider, fool boy, the fate of—”
“Enough,” commanded Belisarius.
Ousanas clamped his jaws shut. Then:
“I was just warming to my subject,” he complained sourly.
“Yes, I know. Save it for another time, Ousanas. The Kushans will not wait that long.”
The general jerked his head toward the pavilion entrance.
“We have to solve this problem. Quickly.”
Eon suddenly blew out his cheeks. His massive shoulders hunched.
“What do they know?” he asked. He was looking at no one in particular.
Garmat answered.
“They know that Shakuntala is here, in this tent. Tonight.” The adviser squatted himself, now, and stared at his Prince from a distance of a few feet.
“That is all that they know,” he continued. “But they are not stupid. They will also understand that she must have been with us ever since the massacre at Venandakatra’s palace at Gwalior. They will understand that she did not flee with Raghunath Rao. They will understand that Rao led the Malwa on a merry chase while the Empress herself was smuggled into your entourage. And that we have hidden her ever since.”
He sighed. “And, most of all, they will now understand the reason why Kungas told them to pester our women these past weeks. Pester them, but not seriously. Just enough to trigger off phony brawls with our cataphracts and sarwen. Brawls which accidentally mangled some spies, and led the survivors to report that our escorts are every bit as salacious as Venandakatra had been led to believe.”
Garmat glanced at Belisarius, shrugged.
“As I said, the Kushans are not stupid. By now, they will have heard that the reason they were withdrawn as Shakuntala’s guards was because Venandakatra feared their lustfulness. And so he replaced them with mahamimamsa. Who fell like sheep when Rao entered the palace and rescued the Empress.”
The adviser stroked his beard. “So they will suspect that Belisarius engineered the entire thing from the very beginning. Although”—here he smiled—“they probably do not know that Belisarius gave Rao the very dagger which he used to carve up the torturers.”
“In other words,” grumbled Ousanas, “they know everything.”
“Yes,” stated Belisarius. “And, worst of all—it is obvious from looking at them—they know that their own commander must have been part of this scheme. In some sense, at least. They have no love for the Malwa, but they are still sworn to their service. Now they find they have been betrayed, by their own leader. If the Malwa discover the Empress now, their own lives will be forfeit.”
The general took a deep breath. “Unless they immediately recapture her, and hand Shakuntala back to their overlords.”
“They would have to turn over Kungas as well!” protested Eon. “The Malwa would never believe Kungas had not spotted Shakuntala.”
Belisarius nodded. “Yes, I’m sure they understand that also. And that is why they hesitate.”
He glanced toward the pavilion entrance again.
“They will hesitate for a while. But not for all that long. Those men are soldiers. The best of soldiers. Accustomed to hard and quick decisions. And accustomed to stern necessity, and to the realities of a bitter world. So we must somehow figure out—“
Shakuntala interrupted.
“Bring them into the pavilion. All of them. Now.”
Belisarius started. Not even the Roman Emperor Justinian—not even the Empress Theodora—could match that tone of command. That incredibly imperial voice.
He stared at the girl. Shakuntala was very beautiful, in her exotic and dark-skinned way. But, at that moment, it was not a girl’s beauty, but the beauty of an ancient statue.
And that’s the key, he mused. Justinian and Theodora, for all their power, were lowborn. How many emperors of Rome, over the centuries, could trace their ancestry back to royalty more than a generation or two? None. Whereas the Satavahana dynasty which ruled Andhra—
“Great Andhra,” he said aloud. “Broken Andhra, now. But even the fierce bedouin of the desert are awed by the broken sphinx.”
Shakuntala stared up at him. The general scratched his chin.
“Are you certain of this course, Empress?” he asked. He glanced at the others in the pavilion. From the puzzled frowns on their faces, it was obvious that only Belisarius had discerned Shakuntala’s purpose. He was not surprised. Her proposed move was bold almost beyond belief.