As long as Rajiv was standing in front of them, they'd be safe. Where his father could see him, the moment he came through the gate.
Which would be…
Any time now. He'd never heard such a sound in his life. It was simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying. Ten thousand galloping horses shaking the ground, while ten thousand warrior throats shook the air.
"I will be damned," Valentinian muttered.
"Speak up!" shouted Anastasius, standing right next to him. The world was filled with the noise of horses and battle cries. "I can't hear you!"
"I said: I will be damned!"
Anastasius shook his head. "Well, no kidding! You just figured that out?"
Valentinian scowled. Grinning, Anastasius pushed him toward the entrance to the gate tower.
"Come on! Let's get out of the way! Expert Rajput horsemen or not, I don't want to get trampled."
The courier galloped up to the city's commander.
"The southern gate!" he shrieked, pointing back with his finger. "Rajputs! Treason! The gate is open! The Rajputs are coming! Thirty thousand of them! By now, they're in the city!"
The commander stared to the south. That gate was too far away to see. He was almost at the northern gate, by now, with ten thousand of his own men packing the streets.
A courier galloped up from the north.
"The Ye-tai are at the gate! The rebel's Ye-tai! Ten thousand of them! Toramana himself is outside!"
The commander stared to the north. That gate he could see. And the odds were even.
"Death to Toramana!" he shouted, swinging his sword. "To the north gate!"
Toramana was indeed outside the gate. But with only three thousand soldiers, not the ten thousand Sanga was leading into the city through the southern gate.
They were all Ye-tai soldiers, however. Quite visibly so. Toramana had seen to that.
The commander of Damodara's Ye-tai troops was sitting on his horse and looking up at the soldiers manning the gate. Very boldly, within bow range.
The soldiers on those walls were mostly Ye-tai also, as Damodara's spies had reported.
"Come on, boys!" Toramana shouted. "It's all over, and you know it! So what's it going to be? Service with me? Beer, women, and a long life?"
He drew his sword and raised it, as if inspecting the edge of the blade.
"Or do we have to get messy about this?"
One of the Ye-tai soldiers on the walls was looking the other way, into the city.
"The commander's coming," he said, almost idly. "Took the bastard long enough. Got maybe three thousand men with him. Up close, anyway. More than that, trailing behind."
He didn't use the commander's name. Few of Kausambi's Ye-tai soldiers did. The man was a cypher to him. Just another one of the political generals churned up by the endless scheming within the Malwa dynastic clan. Very deadly scheming, of late.
Now, he turned and looked at his own platoon commander. So did all the other Ye-tai on the wall nearby.
The officer rubbed his face. "Ah, shit."
His soldiers waited, silently.
"Ah, shit," he repeated. Then he lowered his hand and said: "Make them open the gate. Let Toramana deal with the rest."
Before he finished, three of the Ye-tai were already plunging into the gatehouse.
They had their swords in hand, just in case the stupid peasants who actually operated the gate mechanism chose to argue the matter.
Not likely, of course.
When he saw the gate start to open, Toramana grinned. Sanga wouldn't get all the glory.
He did not forget, of course, to wave his sword in salute at the Ye-tai on the battlements, as he led his men into the city. All three thousand of them, except a few couriers sent racing off to tell Damodara that there were now two breaches in Kausambi's walls.
For their part, the Ye-tai on the walls returned his salute with the proper salutations.
"Long live the new emperor!" bellowed one of them.
His mate elbowed him.
"Long live the rightful emperor!" he corrected himself.
"Death to the impostor Skandagupta!" his mate chimed in.
When Skandagupta saw the girl enter the imperial audience chamber, forcing her way past the assembled courtiers, he broke off in mid-tirade.
"Rani?" he whispered.
The eight year old girl was now past the courtiers, and standing in front of the throne.
The blooded draind from his face. A face that felt as empty as the one before him. The eyes before him.
" Great Lady Rani," the girl said.
Her voice changed, then. Into something no girl-no woman of any age-could possess.
"GREAT LADY RANI, NOW. YOU WILL OBEY ME, SKANDAGUPTA."
But all the emperor could do was scream.
Chapter 39
Kausambi
The first thing Rana Sanga saw, after he charged through the gate into the square beyond, was his son. Rajiv, holding a bow but not wearing armor, standing in front of perhaps a hundred soldiers assembled in ranks in front of the gate's barracks.
It was one of the great moments of his life. Greater, even, than the first time he held his first-born child in his hands.
A tiny thing, Rajiv had been then, in Sanga's very large hands.
He would never be as big as Sanga. In that, Rajiv took after his mother. But, at that moment, he seemed to stand as tall as Sanga himself, sitting on his great warhorse.
"My soldiers, father!" Rajiv spread his hands, the left still holding the bow, as if to shelter the soldiers behind him. "My soldiers! Loyal and sworn to me! They are not to be harmed!"
Sanga had brought his horse to a halt, ten yards from Rajiv. A small clot of his lieutenants swirled around him.
He pointed his lance into the city. "To the imperial palace! I want Skandagupta's head! I will follow in a moment!"
The lieutenants wheeled their horses and resumed leading the charge. Hundreds, and hundreds, and hundreds of Rajputs followed them. Slowed greatly, of course, as they squeezed through the gate. But resuming the gallop immediately thereafter.
Finally, Sanga was able to move his gaze from his son's face, to examine the soldiers behind him.
He almost laughed. If there was one of them not trembling, Sanga could not spot him.
Abhay was certainly trembling. He had never in his life seen anything so fearsome as the Rajput king astride his horse a few yards away.
The horse alone would have been terrifying. Several hands taller than any horse Abhay had ever seen, clad in its own armor, the beast's eyes seemed to be filled with fury and its huge nostrils breathing rage.
But the king atop it! Steel helmet, steel chain and plate armor, steel-headed lance-even the shaft of the lance seemed like steel.
Not to mention being far larger than any lance Abhay could have held easily, even with both hands. In the huge, gauntleted hand of the Rajput king, it seemed as light as a wand.
The king was glaring, too. Or had some sort of scary expression on his face.
Just to make things complete, he had a name.
Rana Sanga. Every soldier in India had heard of Rana Sanga. The stories were endless.
And each and every one of them was true. Abhay didn't doubt it for a moment. Not any longer.