“Out of action now,” agreed Ousanas. “Let’s hope the survivors can row their ships ashore. But it doesn’t matter.” He pointed to the galleys getting ready to leave the docks. “They won’t be caught by surprise. That Malwa ship will never make it into the harbor.”
Antonina studied the galleys. Each one held upward of two hundred and fifty men, between the rowers and the marines. Like any war galley setting into battle, each ship was crammed with as many men as could possibly fit into it. And, except for the ram bracing at the bow, each galley was built like a cockleshell. With war galleys, almost everything was sacrificed for speed.
Then, her gaze moved further down the docks and came to rest on the Theodora Victrix. That ship, a small sailing vessel built primarily to use its fire cannon, used only a small crew. And it was very sturdily built, with a well-designed rocket shield over the bow. The principal “maneuver” of the Theodora Victrix in battle was simply to sail directly at the enemy, shrugging off missiles, until it got close enough to bathe them in a gout of hellfire.
The Victrix was also ready to cast off. Even though harbor defense was none of its normal duties, the officers and sailors of the ship had also responded to the emergency. Antonina could see Eusebius standing on the dock next to the ship, staring out to sea. The dock area was very well lit, even at night, and Antonina could recognize him easily.
“No,” she said decisively. “We’ll keep the galleys back, as a last defense, and use the Victrix.”
She was already starting to hurry toward the Victrix, issuing orders as she went to the various naval officers on the docks. Fortunately, the commander of the harbor patrol came up to her at that moment, and she was able to delegate the task of holding back the galleys to him.
“And what about the cannons?” he asked. He pointed at the darkness which was all that could be seen of the gulf beyond the immediate harbor area. “I’ve had them holding their fire, because there’s nothing to see and I was afraid they’d hit our own galleys.”
Antonina glanced up at the fortifications above the harbor area. The snouts of a dozen huge cannons glimmered in the lantern-light.
“Keep them loaded and ready,” she commanded. “When the time comes for them to start firing, I’ll send up a signal rocket. Green flare.”
“What’ll they shoot at?” asked the commander.
Antonina grinned. “They won’t have any trouble spotting the target. Trust me.”
The commander nodded and left. Antonina’s brief exchange with him had enabled Ousanas and the other Axumites to catch up with her. “Are you mad?” demanded Ousanas. “Why use the Victrix? The galleys can handle the matter. Quite easily, I can assure you.” One of the other Ethiopians grunted his agreement.
Stubbornly, Antonina shook her head. “I don’t doubt it, Ousanas. And then what?”
Seeing the look of incomprehension on his face, she sighed with exasperation. “Think, Ousanas.” She jerked her head toward the still-unseen Malwa ship. “That ship—this is your own theory, man!—is packed with explosives. Enough to rupture the whole harbor. It’s got to be crewed by Mahaveda. Fanatic priests. No one else could be trusted for such a suicidal mission.”
Ousanas jerked a little, startled into a sudden understanding of her point. “Once the Mahaveda see they’ve no chance of reaching the harbor—”
“They’ll wait until the galleys are surrounding them and blow the ship,” Antonina finished, grimly. Again, she started hurrying toward the Victrix. “I doubt if even one of those galleys would stay afloat. Two thousand men—more than that!—would be spilled into the sea at least a mile from shore. Half of them would be dead before they hit the water. Of the rest, we’d lose half in the darkness before they could be rescued.”
“At least half,” muttered Ousanas, keeping pace with her. Sourly: “Why is it that Roman sailors refuse to learn how to swim? No Axumite soldier is allowed aboard a ship until he can prove—”
His comparison of the relative merits of Roman and Ethiopian sailors was broken off by Eusebius’ shout of recognition.