"Don't be stupid. I'll have twenty thousand men-most of them Axumite marines-to keep me out of harm's way. I'm not leading this expedition, you understand-certainly not in combat! I'm simply going along to make sure that the Roman supply effort which is critical for success doesn't slack off."
Menander and Eusebius stared at her stubbornly. Antonina clapped her hands. "Enough! Belisarius will need you far more than me. Since I'm taking all the carvels and their experienced captains, he'll be relying on the two of you to fend off Malwa attacks on his supply route up the Indus. You do remember that he's a leading a much larger expedition, no?"
At the mention of Belisarius and his needs, Menander flushed. Eusebius, darker complected, did not. But he did look aside. No longer meeting her hard gaze, he managed a last little protest.
"You'll need the Victrix, Antonina. To make sure the Malwa shipping at Chowpatty and Bharakuccha is completely destroyed. And I'm really the only one who can still handle the fire cannon. Well enough under combat conditions, anyway."
Antonina hesitated. They were now moving into an area which was beyond her expertise.
Fortunately, Ezana made good the lack. The Dakuen commander had come with Eon and Ousanas to Antonina's villa, where the final arrangements for the division of Roman naval forces were being made. Before Eusebius had even stopped talking, Ezana was already shaking his head.
"Not true, Eusebius. In fact, having the Victrix along would be more of a problem than a help. You've been training with that odd weapon, we haven't. Trying to mix it in with Ethiopian forces and tactics-especially at the last minute-would cause nothing but grief. Like as not, by accident, you'd wind up burning more Axumite ships than Malwa."
Hurriedly, seeing the young Greek's gathering protest: "Not because of your error, but because some eager Ethiopian captain would sail right into the spout. Trust me. It'll happen."
Eusebius took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. Watching, Antonina was certain that the young officer was remembering similar veteran wisdom expounded in times past by John of Rhodes. And, again, felt grief at his loss. A small grief, now, softened by time. But grief nonetheless.
"All right," said Eusebius. "But if you don't want the Victrix along on your expedition, Antonina, I'm not quite sure what role you do see for the ship." Shrugging: "The fire cannon itself would be ideal for destroying Malwa ships in the confines of the Indus. But the Victrix is a sailing ship, not a galley. Once the monsoon ends, it'll be well-nigh impossible to move her up the Indus-not against that current-unless we hauled her with oxen. And what kind of a warship can go into battle being drawn by livestock?"
Again, Antonina felt herself floundering out of her depth. But she could tell from the expressions on the faces of the experienced naval men around her that they all understood and agreed with Eusebius' point.
"Difficult-at best-to convert a sailing ship to a galley," muttered Ezana. "Have to rebuilt her almost completely."
"We could just transfer the fire cannon to an existing galley," offered Eon. But the look on his face didn't evidence any great enthusiasm. "True, you'd lose the advantage of height. Be a bit dangerous, that, in close quarters. Which"-his enthusiasm was fading fast-"is of course how the weapon can be used best."
Ousanas started to say something, but Menander interrupted.
"Go the other way," he said forcefully. He jerked a thumb toward the southern wall of the room, pointing to an invisible harbor. "You all know the new steam-powered warship the old emperor designed arrived here three days ago. What you may not know is that the Justinian brought an extra steam engine with her, in case of major mechanical problems. But I can't really use the thing anyway. Can't possibly fit it in the Justinian as a spare engine. We could use it to refit the Victrix as a paddle wheeler." He paused, looking at Eusebius. "I think."
As ever, having a technical problem posed immediately engrossed Eusebius. The naval officer was still an artisan at heart. He ran fingers through his hair, staring at the tile floor through thick spectacles.
"Could be done. Easier to make her a stern-wheeler, but a side-wheeler would have a lot of advantages in a river like the Indus. Slow and muddy as it is, bound to be hidden sandbars all over the place. With a side-wheeler you can sometimes walk your way over them. That's what Aide says, anyway."
"Can't armor a side-wheeler," countered Menander immediately. Although he was not exactly an artisan himself, the young cataphract had quickly picked up the new technological methods which Aide had introduced. He was comfortable in that mechanical world in a way in which older cataphracts were not.
Eusebius lifted his head, his eyes opening wide. "Why are we messing with paddle wheels, anyway? The Justinian and her sister ship were designed for screws. It wouldn't be that much harder to redesign the Victrix for screw propulsion."
Menander got a stubborn, mulish look on his face. Seeing it, Eusebius sighed. "Forgot. You've only got one spare screw, don't you? And as many problems as the Justinian has already-typical prototype stuff-you don't want to find yourself stranded somewhere on the Indus without an extra propeller."
By now, Antonina and the Ethiopians were completely lost. Seeing the blank expressions on their faces, Eusebius explained.
"You can't just slap together a propeller. Tricky damn things. In the letter he sent with the Justinian, the emperor-I mean, the Grand Justiciar-told us he had to fiddle for months-his artisans, I mean-until they got it right. No way we could make one here, without the facilities he's got at Adulis."
Their faces were still blank. Menander sighed.
"You do know what a propeller is?"
Blank.
Menander and Eusebius looked at each other. Then, sighed as one man.
"Never mind, Antonina," said Menander. "Eusebius and I will take care of it. You just go and have yourself a nice ocean cruise."
Chapter 22
Barbaricum
Autumn, 533 A.D.
The pilot in the bow of Belisarius' ship proved to be just as good as his boasts. Half an hour before dawn, just as he had promised, the heavily laden ship slid up onto the bank of the river. The bank, as could be expected from one of the many outlets of the Indus, was muddy. But even a landsman like Belisarius could tell, from the sudden, half-lurching way in which the ship came to a halt, that the ground was firm enough to bear the weight of men and horses.
For two weeks, once it had become clear that monsoon season was drawing to a close, Belisarius had been sending small parties to scout the Indus delta. Landing in small boats under cover of night, the scouts had probed the firmness of the ground along the many mouths of the river. Every year during the monsoon season, the great flow of the Indus deposited untold tons of silt in the delta. Until that new soil was dry enough, the project of landing thousands of men, horses and equipment was impossible.
"Nice to have accurate scouting," said Maurice, standing next to the general.
"It'll still be a challenge, but the ground should be firm enough. Barely, but enough."
Belisarius turned his head. In the faint light shed by a crescent moon, he could make out the shape of the next ship sliding alongside his own onto the bank. Other such ships, he knew, were coming to rest beyond that one-and many more still along two other nearby outlets of the river. Over the course of the next three days, Belisarius intended to land a large part of his entire army. Thirty thousand men, in all. Aide claimed it was the largest amphibious assault in all of human history to that day.