Now it was Ajatasutra’s turn to give Narses an odd look.
“S’true,” insisted the old eunuch. “A very fine lady, she is, and an extraordinarily capable schemer.” He paused. “For an amateur.”
Chapter 19
CHARAX
Summer, 533 a.d.
By the time Belisarius got back to Charax, racing there in a swift war galley as soon as he got the news of the Malwa sabotage attempt, Antonina had her arguments marshaled and ready. And not just her arguments, either—in the few days which had elapsed, she had been working like a fiend to organize the “change of plans.”
By the time the argument between them was just starting to heat up—
It’s too early, Antonina! The army isn’t ready! Neither is the Ethiopian fleet!
Get them ready, then! We can’t wait any longer here!
Idiot woman! We have no way of knowing if Kungas has created a diversion yet!
I’ll create one, you dimwit! A way, way bigger one than something happening in far-off Bactria! With or without the Ethiopians!
And that’s another thing! I don’t want you taking those kinds of chances!
Chances? Chances!? What do you think I’m facing here? There’s no way to stop Malwa plots here in Charax! The place is a menagerie! Chaos incarnate!
—the argument got cut short by royal intervention.
Two royal interventions, in fact.
* * *
The first, by Khusrau Anushirvan. The Emperor of Iran and non-Iran had known of Antonina’s new plans, of course. He had excellent spies. And he knew of Belisarius’ opposition within an hour after the argument between them erupted on the general’s return to Charax.
But it took him those few days, waiting for Belisarius’ return, to ponder his own course of action. For all Khusrau’s youth and energy, he was already a canny monarch, one for whom statecraft and long-term thinking was second nature. So he, unlike Antonina herself, immediately saw all the possible implications of her new proposal. And, for a variety of reasons—not the least being the opposition he expected to arouse among his Roman allies—he needed to take some time to examine all aspects of the problem.
A few days, no more. By midafternoon of the same day that Belisarius returned in the morning and began his raging quarrel with Antonina, Khusrau intervened. Understanding the delicate nature of the business, he even restrained his normal “Persian Emperor reflexes” and came to the Roman headquarters accompanied by no advisers and only a handful of Immortals for a bodyguard.
When he was ushered into the chamber where the dispute was taking place, Belisarius and Antonina broke off immediately. Neither one of them was surprised to see Khusrau appear, although they hadn’t thought he would show up this soon. For the moment, the argument was still largely an internal Roman affair.
Belisarius’ face eased a bit. Antonina’s jaws set more tightly still. Clearly enough, both of them expected Khusrau would be introducing yet another voice of masculine reason. Doing his best to aid Belisarius in calming down a somewhat hysterical female.
The emperor disabused both of them immediately. He saw no reason to dance around the issue. Nor, of course, was there any need to disguise the fact that he had spies in the Roman camp. That much was taken for granted—just as was the existence of Roman spies in Khusrau’s own entourage.
“I agree with Antonina, Belisarius,” Khusrau stated abruptly. With well-honed imperial reflexes, he headed for the largest and most luxurious chair in the chamber and eased into it.
Belisarius and Antonina were both staring at him, speechless. Neither of them, clearly enough, had expected to hear those words coming from the Emperor of Iran and non-Iran.
Khusrau wriggled his fingers. “My reasons are rather different from hers, however.” He gave Antonina a very stern look. “Personally, I think her fears for the security of Charax are overstated. Certainly they are not sufficient to justify such a radical and ill-prepared change in the campaign.”
That last statement, perhaps oddly, caused Belisarius’ jaws to tighten—and almost brought a smile to Antonina’s face. Both of them were experienced negotiators in their own right, and immediately recognized Khusrau’s ploy for what it was. The emperor would side with Belisarius’ logic, thus providing the Roman general with a face-saving gesture of male solidarity, while agreeing with the substance of Antonina’s proposal.