The assistant's body then vanished in the bowels of the earth, folded into a small niche which the Bihari miners dug in one side of the tunnel and then covered over. They did not even mind the additional work. Men of their class were not fond of majordomos and their assistants.
Although they did find a certain charm in the way the majordomo had pronounced many curses on his assistant's body as it was enfolded into its secret tomb. Quite inventive, those curses. And who would have thought such a stiff and proper old man would know so many?
* * *
If Lady Damodara noticed the disappearance of the guards and the assistant, or the reassignment of the maids, she gave no sign of it. Which, of course, was not surprising. The running of the household was entirely in the old majordomo's hands. Being also a man who had been a retainer of the family since boyhood-and one who was extraordinarily efficient-he was trusted to manage the household's affairs with little interference.
The daughters of Dadaji Holkar noticed, of course. They could hardly help notice, since they were assigned to replace the two maids-an assignment which they greeted with much trepidation.
"We don't know anything about how to take care of a great lady," protested the younger. "She'll have us beaten."
The majordomo shook his head. "Have no fear, child. The lady is not hot-tempered. A very kind lady, in fact. I have explained to her already that you are new to the task, and will need some time to learn your duties. She will be quite patient, I assure you."
Still hesitant, the girls looked at each other. Then the older spoke. "My infant will cry at night. The great lady will be disturbed in her sleep. She will be angry."
The old servant chuckled. "She has borne three children of her own. You think she has never heard such noises before?" He shook his head. "Be at ease, I tell you."
The girls were still hesitant. With most majordomos, they would not have dared to press the matter further. But this old man. he had been kind to them, oddly enough.
"Why?" asked the younger sister, almost in a whisper. "A great lady should have experienced maids, not. not kitchen drudges."
Kindly the old man might be, but the look he gave them now was not kind in the least. A hard gaze, it was. As if he were pondering the same question himself.
Whatever answer he might have given went unspoken. For a new voice echoed in the girls' little sleeping chamber.
"Because I say so."
The girls spun around. Behind them, standing in the doorway, was the man who had rescued them from the slave brothel so many months earlier.
They were so delighted to see him that they almost squealed with pleasure. The youngest even began to move toward him, as if she were almost bold enough to clasp him in an embrace.
The man shook his head, although he was smiling. The headshake turned into a small gesture aimed at the majordomo. Making neither argument nor protest, the august head servant immediately left the room.
After he was gone, the man bestowed upon the girls that calm, hooded gaze which they remembered so well.
"Ask no questions," he said softly. "Just do as you are told. And say nothing to anyone. Do you understand?"
Both girls nodded instantly.
"Good," he murmured. "And now I must leave. I simply wanted to make sure all is well with you. It is, I trust?"
Both girls nodded again. The man began to turn away. The older sister had enough boldness left in her to ask a last question.
"Will we ever see our father again?"
The man paused in the doorway, his head turned to one side. He was not quite looking at them.
"Who is to say? God is prone to whimsy."
A little sob seemed to come from the younger sister's throat; almost instantly squelched. The man's broad shoulders seemed to slump a bit.
"I will do my best, children. More than that. " Whatever slump might have been in the shoulders vanished. They stood as square and rigid as ever.
"God is prone to whimsy," he repeated, and was gone.
* * *
"This is an unholy mess," grumbled Ajatasutra. "By the time I get back to Ajmer, Valentinian and Anastasius and the Kushans will have been festering for weeks in that miserable inn. When they hear about this little curlicue to your schemes, they will erupt in fury."
"All the better," snapped Narses. "Imperial Ye-tai troops aren't chosen for their timid ways, you know. And I can't have a smaller escort than ten-a dozen would be better-or the whole affair will ring completely false."
"Make it a dozen," chuckled Ajatasutra harshly. "Imperial Ye-tai be damned. Against those two Romans? Not to mention Kujulo and that pack of cutthroats he brought with him."
The assassin ran fingers through his beard. Then, smiled grimly. "You know what would be perfect? Have the escort led by some high Malwa mucky-muck. Nothing less than a member of the dynastic clan itself, anvaya-prapta sachivya. Some distant cousin of the emperor's. A young snot, arrogant as the sunrise and as sure as a rooster. He'll fuck up the assignment-probably insist on having himself and all the Ye-tai at the head of the convoy, leaving Rana Sanga's wife and kids to trail behind in the dust. Easy to separate them out and-"
As he spoke, Narses' eyes had widened and widened. "Why didn't I think of that?" he choked. "Of course!"
He eyed Ajatasutra oddly. "This is a little scary. I'm not sure I like the idea of you outthinking me."
Ajatasutra shrugged. "Don't get carried away with enthusiasm. Nanda Lal will have a fit, when you raise the idea."
"Not worried about that," retorted Narses, waving a casual hand. "If he gives me any argument, I'll just go right over his head. Great Lady Sati and I have an understanding."
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.