That cheerful thought drove all worries about gunpowder aside. “And wait till you see what those fortifications look like! Even now, before they’re completely finished, those earthworks are the strongest the world’s ever—”
He broke off, seeing a figure being helped onto the pier by one of Menander’s sailors. Even with the bandage covering half the man’s head, Belisarius immediately recognized him. All trace of gaiety vanished.
“Oh, Christ in Heaven,” he murmured. “Forgive me my sins. That boy wasn’t more than eighteen years old.”
Chapter 42
Calopodius’ first words, almost stammered, were an apology if his presence proved to be nothing but a burden for the general. But he was sure there was something he could do—quartermaster work, maybe, or—
“I’ve got plenty of clerks to do that!” snapped Belisarius. “What I really need is an excellent officer who can take command of this mare’s nest we’ve got of telegraph communications.” A bit hurriedly: “Blindness is no handicap for that work, lad. You have to listen to the messages anyway, and we’ve got plenty of clerks to transcribe them and transmit orders.”
Calopodius’ shoulders seemed to straighten a bit. Belisarius continued. “What I really need is an officer who can bring the thing under control and make it work the way it needs to. The telegraph is the key to our entire defensive plan. With instant communications—if the system gets regularized and properly organized—we can react instantly to any threat. It multiplies our forces without requiring a single extra man or gun, simply by eliminating confusion and wasted effort.”
He took Calopodius by the shoulders and began leading him the rest of the way off the pier himself. “I can’t tell you how delighted I am to see you here. I don’t think there’s a better man for the job.”
Calopodius’ lips quirked in that wry smile which Belisarius remembered. The sight lifted at least some of the weight from his heart.
“Well, there’s this much,” said the young officer. “I got excellent marks in grammar and rhetoric, as I believe I mentioned once. So at the very least I’m sure I can improve the quality of the messages.”
* * *
By the end of the following day, Belisarius had withdrawn his entire army behind the inner lines of fortification. The final shape of the Iron Triangle—the term was now in uniform use throughout the army, and even most of the Punjabis were picking it up—was in place.
The Iron Triangle measured approximately three miles in width, across the narrow neck between the Indus and the Chenab. The other two legs of the triangle, formed by the meandering rivers, were much longer. But those legs were guarded by the two Roman warships, which made them impervious to Malwa assault by water. The Justinian, a faster ship than the Victrix, guarded the wide Indus. The Victrix, whose paddles made the risk of sandbars less of a menace, patrolled the narrower Chenab.
In the week that followed, the Malwa launched two mass assaults on the fortifications across the neck of the Triangle. But the assaults were driven back with heavy casualties. Belisarius had not been boasting, when he told Calopodius about the strength of those fortifications. In the world which would have been, the Dutch earthworks which Belisarius and Agathius and Gregory had used for their model would hold off the mighty Spaniards for almost a century. So long as his supplies held out, and epidemic could be averted by the rigorous sanitation regimen which the Romans were maintaining, Belisarius was certain he could withstand the Malwa as long as he needed to.
And, every night, as he gazed down on the map in his command bunker and listened to Calopodius’ calm and cultured voice passing on to him the finest military intelligence any general had possessed thus far in history, the shape of that Roman-controlled portion of the map filled Belisarius with fierce satisfaction.
It was only a small part of the Punjab, true enough. And so what? An arrowhead is small, too. But, lodged in an enemy’s heart, it will prove fatal nonetheless.
* * *
After the second assault, the Roman gunpowder supplies were running very low. Belisarius ordered a change in tactics. The big twenty-four pounders which Menander had brought would no longer be used. The great guns went through powder as quickly as they slaughtered attackers with canister and grapeshot. The three-pounders would only be used in case of absolute necessity.