His grin was now positively serene. “Indeed, it seemed fitting.” He pointed to the gigantic fortress under construction, within which a “modest grave” was being placed. As if it were the heart of the thing.
“Napoleon’s Tomb, that is. A replica of it. Except”—he spread his hands wide—”I decreed that it should be much bigger.”
The expression on Antonina’s face was still quizzical, but all traces of sarcasm had vanished. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say that,” she murmured. ” ‘We Ethiopians.’ ”
Ousanas shrugged, a bit uncomfortably. “A man cannot be a hunter and a rover forever, it seems. Not even me.”
Antonina nodded, very serenely. “I had come to the same conclusion.”
“You’re thinking again,” accused Ousanas, frowning worriedly. Then, when she made no attempt to deny the charge, the worry deepened.
“A demon,” he muttered. “Same thing.”
* * *
“Make way! Make way!” bellowed the Ye-tai officer trotting down the road which paralleled the Jamuna river. Here, in the Malwa heartland of the Ganges valley not far from the capital at Kausambi, the road was very wide and well-made. The small party of petty merchants hastily moved aside, barely managing to get the cart which held two sick men off the paved road and into the weeds before the Ye-tai soldiers who followed the officer stormed past.
The red and gold colors they were wearing, which matched those of the great banners streaming from their lances, indicated that these soldiers were part of the imperial troops which served the Malwa dynasty for an equivalent to the old Roman Praetorian Guard. And, as more and more soldiers thundered past the party of merchants—hundreds and hundreds of them—it became apparent that a very large portion of the elite unit was traveling down that road.
Mixed in with the soldiers were many Malwa officials, of one sort or another. From the pained look on most of their faces, it was obvious that those splendidly garbed men were unaccustomed to riding a horse instead of traveling in a palanquin or howdah.
There were some exceptions, however. One of them was a very large and barrel-chested man, who apparently served as some kind of herald. He had a herald’s ease in the saddle, and certainly had the voice for the job.
“Make way! Make way!” he boomed. “Prostrate yourselves before the Great Lady Sati!”
Seeing the enormous wagon which was lurching behind the soldiers, almost careening in the train of twenty horses drawing it, the merchants hastily prostrated themselves. No grudging formality, either. It was noticeable—had any bothered to notice, which none did—that all of the men, as well as the woman and even the children, kept their faces firmly planted to the soil. Not even daring so much as a peek, lest a haughty imperial dynast be offended in her passage by the sight of polluted faces.
The wagon flashed past, its gems and gold inlay and silk accouterments gleaming in the sunlight. It was followed by still more Malwa elite bodyguards. Hundreds and hundreds of them.
When the imperial expedition had finally gone, the merchants rose to their feet and began slapping off the dust of their passage. Despite the dust and the prospect of hard labor to haul the hand-drawn cart back onto the road, one of the merchants was grinning from ear to ear. On the man’s narrow visage, the expression was far more predatory than one would have expected to see on the face of such a man.
“I’d say all hell has broken loose,” he announced cheerfully. “Imagine that! The Great Lady Sati herself, racing toward the Punjab. As if some disaster were taking place. Dear me, I wonder what it could be?”
“Shut up,” growled his enormous companion. “And will you please wipe that grin off your face. You look like a weasel in a henhouse. Merchants, we’re supposed to be, and piss-poor ones at that.”
* * *
The faces of the unarmed Malwa soldiers who marched out of the fortress in the Khyber Pass were not grinning. Although a few of them, obeying ancient instinct, did attempt to smile at the Kushan troops who were accepting their surrender, in that sickly manner in which men try to appease their masters.