Finally understanding his point, she heaved a small sigh of relief. She had been imagining the Malwa ship as a giant powderkeg, which, when it exploded, would produce a large enough concussion to shatter everything within half a mile at least. But if most of the explosives were designed as incendiaries . . .
Matthew and Leo came up, looming above her in the darkness. Ousanas placed his hands on Antonina’s shoulders, turned her around—gently, but she could no more have resisted him than she could have a titan—and propelled her back into the bow shield.
“So you,” he murmured cheerfully, “will ride out the coming firestorm in the safest place available.”
Once they were inside the shelter, with Matthew and Leo crowding behind, he added even more cheerfully: “Me, too. The thought of losing Africa’s future because of a damned Malwa plot is unbearable, don’t you think?”
Antonina put her gun back in the valise and closed it. Then, still kneeling, she looked up at the aqabe tsentsen. As she expected, Ousanas was grinning from ear to ear.
She started to make some quip in response. Then Ousanas’ figure was backlit by what seemed to be the end of the universe. Armageddon’s fire and fury.
Fortunately, Ousanas was quick-thinking enough to kneel next to her and shelter her in his arms before the shock wave arrived. Matthew was quick-witted enough to start to do the same.
Leo, alas, had never been accused of quick-wittedness of any kind, save his animal reflexes in battle. So the concussion caught him standing, and sent him sprawling atop Ousanas and Matthew, with Antonina at the bottom of the pile.
But perhaps it was just as well. Antonina was too busy trying not to suffocate under the weight of three enormous men to feel any of the terror caused by the firestorm which followed.
* * *
The next morning, at daybreak, Roman galleys found the Victrix. The vessel was still afloat, but drifting helplessly in the sea. It had proved necessary to cut away all the rigging before the fire was finally brought under control. Most of the sailors had suffered bad burns—which two of them might not survive—but were otherwise unharmed.
The ship itself . . .
“It’ll take us weeks to refit her,” complained Eusebius, as he watched his sailors attach the tow rope thrown from one of the galleys.
“You don’t have ‘weeks,’ ” snarled Antonina. “Two weeks, the most.”
Eusebius’ eyes widened with surprise. “Two weeks? But our campaign’s not supposed to start until—”
“Change of plans,” snarled Antonina. She glared to the east. The direction of the Malwa enemy, of course. Also, the direction in which Belisarius’ army was to be found, marching slowly toward the Indus.
“Assuming my husband listens to the voice of sweet wifely reason,” she added. Still snarling.
Chapter 18
THE JAMUNA
Summer, 533 a.d.
Link awaited Narses on Great Lady Sati’s luxury barge, moored just downstream from the fork of the Jamuna and Betwa rivers. The fact that the monster from the future had traveled to meet him made the already anxious eunuch more anxious still. Link rarely left the imperial capital of Kausambi. To the best of Narses’ knowledge, it had never done so since it had become—resident, lodged, whatever grotesque term might be applied—within the body of the young woman who had once been Lady Sati.
As he was escorted up the ramp leading to the barge’s interior by two of Link’s special assassins, Narses forced himself to settle down. If he was to survive the coming hour, his nerves would have to be as cold as ice. Fortunately, a long lifetime of palace intrigue and maneuver had trained him in the methods of calmness.
So he paid little attention to his surroundings as the black-clad, silently pacing assassins guided him through the interior of the barge. A general impression of opulence, almost oppressive in its luxurious weight, was all that registered. His mind and soul were preoccupied entirely with settling themselves within his heart.
A small, scarred, stony heart that was. With room in it for a single thought and purpose, no other.
The truth only. Narses is what I care about. Nothing more.