Ajatasutra spoke. "Toramana still has his clan ties, Lord. They wear lightly on him, true, but they exist. Beyond that…"
The assassin lifted his shoulders, in a movement too slight to be really considered a shrug. "If the Ye-tai are singled out for destruction, how long could a single Ye-tai general remain in favor? No matter what his formal post."
"True." Damodara thought about the problem, for a time. The chamber was silent while he did so.
"All right," he said finally. "It would be ridiculous to say that I'm happy with your plan. But… it seems as good as any. That leaves Rao, and his Marathas."
Now that the discussion had returned to the matter of war, a subject on which Damodara was an expert, the Malwa general sat up straight.
"Three things are needed. First, I need to extract the army from Bharakuccha. It's one thing for me to begin the rebellion-"
"Please, Lord!" Narses interrupted, raising his hand. "The restoration of the rightful emperor to his proper place." He waved the hand negligently. "I assure you that I have all the needed documentation-not here, of course-to satisfy any scholar on the matter."
Damodara stared at him. The eunuch's face was serene, sure, certain. To all appearances, Narses thought he was speaking nothing but the solemn truth.
The general barked a laugh. "So! Fine. As I was saying, it's one thing for me to begin the-ah- restoration with the army in the field. The men in their ranks, the officers at their head. Quite another to try to launch it here, with the men scattered all over the city in billets."
Narses nodded. So did Ajatasutra.
"Second-leading directly from that-I need to draw out Rao."
Narses grimaced. "Lord, even if you could get Rao out of Deogiri… the casualties… you really need your army intact-"
"Oh, be silent, you old schemer. Leave matters of war to me. I said ' draw him out.' I said nothing of fighting a battle. First, because I need that excuse to pull the entire army out of Bharakuccha. Second, because I will need to make a quick settlement with the Marathas. I can't start a new war without ending this one."
Hearing a little cough from Ajatasutra, Damodara looked at him.
The assassin waggled his hand. "A single combat. Rao against Rana Sanga. All of India has been waiting for years to see that match again."
Narses frowned. "Why in the name of-"
"Quiet, Narses." Damodara pondered the notion, for a moment.
"Yes… That might very well work." He eyed Ajatasutra intently. "With the right envoy, of course."
Despite the command, Narses could no longer restrain himself. "Why in the name of God would Rao be so stupid as to accept such an idiotic proposal as-"
The eunuch's jaws almost literally snapped shut. "Oh," he concluded.
Ajatasutra's thin smile came. "No one has ever suggested that Raghunath Rao was stupid. Which is precisely the point."
He gave Damodara a little nod. "I will take the message."
"You understand-"
"Yes, Lord. Nothing may be said directly. Rao will do as he will."
Damodara nodded. "Good enough. If it doesn't work, so be it. Then, the third thing I need. We will have to secure Bharakuccha instantly, when the time comes. I can't afford a siege, either. Once the rebellion-ah, restoration-begins, I'll have to cross the Vindhyas and march on Kausambi immediately. If I can't reach and take the capital before Sati and whatever forces she brings arrives from the Punjab, there's no chance. Even for me, much less my family."
Narses frowned. "Lord, I am sure I can get your family out of Kausambi before Emperor Skandagupta-ah, the false emperor-realizes they're gone. Why take the risk of a hasty assault on the city? Kausambi's defenses are the greatest in the world."
"Do not teach me warfare, spymaster," Damodara stated flatly. "Do not. You think I should launch a rebellion-let's call things by their right name, shall we?-in one of the provinces. And then what? Years of civil war that shreds the empire, while the Romans and the Persians wait to pick up the pieces. Of which there won't be many."
Damodara rubbed his face. "No. I have never been able to forget Ranapur. There are times I wake up in the middle of the night, shaking. I will not visit twenty Ranapurs upon India."
"But… Lord…"
"Enough!" Damodara rose to his feet. "Understand this, Narses. What a general can do, an emperor cannot. I will succeed or I will fail, but I will do so as an emperor. There will be no further discussion on the matter."
"Be quiet, old man," Ajatasutra murmured coldly. "I was at Ranapur also."
He rose to his feet and gave Damodara a very deep bow. "Lord of Malwa. Let us do the thing like an assassin, not a torturer."
Chapter 7
Charax, on the Persian Gulf
"I can't," said Dryopus firmly. Anna glared at him, but the Roman official in charge of the great port city of Charax was quite impervious to her anger. His next words were spoken in the patient tone of one addressing an unruly child.
"Lady Saronites, if I allowed you to continue on this-" He paused, obviously groping for a term less impolite than insane. "-headstrong project of yours, it'd be worth my career."
He picked up a letter lying on the great desk in his headquarters. "This is from your father, demanding that you be returned to Constantinople under guard."
"My father has no authority over me!"
"No, he doesn't." Dryopus shook his head. "But your husband Calopodius does. Without his authorization, I simply can't allow you to continue. I certainly can't detail a ship to take you to Barbaricum."
Anna clenched her jaws. Her eyes went to the nearby window. She couldn't see the harbor from here, but she could visualize it easily enough. The Roman soldiers who had all-but-formally arrested her when she and her small party arrived in the great port city of Charax on the Persian Gulf had marched her past it on their way to Dryopus' palace.
For a moment, wildly, she thought of appealing to the Persians who were now in official control of Charax. But the notion died as soon as it came. The Aryans were even more strict than Romans when it came to the independence of women. Besides Dryopus seemed to read her thoughts. "I should note that all shipping in Charax is under Roman military law. So there's no point in your trying to go around me. No ship captain will take your money, anyway. Not without a permit issued by my office."
He dropped her father's letter back onto the desk. "I'm sorry, but there's nothing else for it. If you wish to continue, you will have to get your husband's permission."
"He's all the way up the Indus," she said angrily. "And there's no telegraph communication between here and there."
Dryopus shrugged. "No, there isn't-and it'll be some time before the new radio system starts working. But there is a telegraph line between Barbaricum and the Iron Triangle. And by now the new line connecting Barbaricum and the harbor at Chabahari may be completed. You'll still have to wait until I can get a ship there-and another to bring back the answer. Which won't be quickly, now that the winter monsoon has started. I'll have to use a galley, whenever the first one leaves-and I'm not sending a galley just for this purpose."
Anna's mind raced through the problem. On their way down the Euphrates, Illus had explained to her the logic of travel between Mesopotamia and India. He'd had plenty of time to do so. The river voyage through Mesopotamia down to the port at Charax had taken much longer than Anna had expected, mainly because of the endless delays caused by Persian officials. She'd expected to be in Charax by late October. Instead, they were now halfway into December.