“So long as Bharakuccha remains firmly in our grasp,” continued Damodara, “we have our hands on the throat of Majarashtra. When the time comes, and we have once again the strength to do so, we shall squeeze that throat. But in the meantime—”
Again, he sneered. “Cretin, I named you, and named you well. Tomorrow is tomorrow, and today is today. Today the task at hand is beating down Belisarius. For that we need Bharakuccha intact—intact, along with the great fleet in its harbor.”
Finally, Venandakatra found his voice. “I want you out of Bharakuccha!” he screeched. “Out—do you hear? Out! Out! You and every one of your stinking Rajputs!” For an instant, the Goptri glared at Toramana. “Every one of your soldiers! Out of the city! Live in camps along the river!”
The Goptri was shaking with rage. He began beating the armrests of his chair with his thin-boned, pudgy hands. “Out! Out! Out! This minute!”
Damodara shrugged. “So be it. Although you’d be wiser to keep at least a third of my army in the city itself. But”—another shrug—”I’ve long since given up any hope of teaching you wisdom.”
Damodara’s gaze moved to Sanga and, then, to the three officers squatting behind him. “Come,” he commanded. “I want the army out of this city by tomorrow night.”
“At once!” screamed Venandakatra. “Not tomorrow night! Now! Now!”
Damodara’s ensuing laugh was one of genuine amusement. ” ‘Cretin,’ didn’t I say?” The next words were spoken as if to a child. A badly spoiled brat.
“You do not move an army of forty thousand men—and their horses, and their equipment, and their supplies—in the blink of an eye. Vile One.”
He turned away and began walking toward the entry to the chamber. “As it is, I think we’ll be working a miracle. By tomorrow night.”
* * *
Shakuntala, Empress of Andhra, spent four hours searching her palace at Deogiri before she finally accepted the truth. It had been a waste of time, and she knew it. Not by accident, the search ended with her standing in her baby’s room. She took the boy from his nurse’s arms and cradled him in her own.
“He’s gone, Namadev,” she whispered, fighting back the tears. Then, slumping into a chair, she caressed the little head. “Once he knew his son was healthy . . .”
The baby smiled happily at his mother’s face, and gurgled pleasure. Namadev was a cheerful boy. Cheerful and healthy. As good an assurance that the ancient Satavahana dynasty would continue as anyone could ask for.
Which, therefore, freed the father for a long-postponed task. Once again, the Wind of the Great Country was free to roam, and wreak its havoc.
Chapter 24
THE INDUS
Autumn, 533 a.d.
As soon as Belisarius emerged at daybreak from his small cabin on the cargo vessel which was slowly moving up the Indus, he began scanning the area on both sides of the river with his telescope.
He was relieved by what he saw. The monsoon season, by all reports as well as his own experience escaping from India three years before, ended earlier in the Indus valley than it did in the subcontinent itself. The view through the telescope seemed to confirm that. Everywhere he looked, the fertile grasslands which constituted the alluvial plains of the Indus seemed dry and solid. Except for the canals and small tributaries which divided the landscape into wedges—doabs, as the natives called them—he could not spot any indications of the wet terrain which would be a serious obstacle to his campaign plans.
For a moment, basking in the knowledge and the bright, dry, early morning sunshine, he spent a few idle seconds following the flight of a kingfisher up the riverbank. Then, his eyes arrested by the sight of a white heron perched on the back of a water buffalo, he burst into laughter.
Maurice had arisen still earlier, and was standing at his side. The chiliarch, when he saw what Belisarius was laughing at, issued a chuckle himself. For once, it seemed, even Maurice was in a good mood.
Belisarius lowered the telescope. “Wheat and barley, everywhere you look. Some rice, too. And I saw a number of water buffaloes. Say whatever else you will about the Malwa, at least they maintained the irrigation canals. Extended and developed them, it looks like.”