Coutzes grinned from ear to ear. "You really think we've become that much of a pain in the ass to it?"
Belisarius snorted. "Pain in theass? It'd be better to say-pain in thebelly." He gave the young officer squatting next to him a look which was both serious and solemn. "Know this, Coutzes. Whether we survive or not, we have already gutted Malwa. Whatever happens, the invasion of Persia is over.Finished. Malwa can no longer even hope to launch another war of conquest. Not for years, at least. Link will try to salvage what it can of this army-which won't be much. But after the Nehar Malka, and Charax-"
He groped for an illustration. Aide provided it.
In not much more than a year, Belisarius, you have given the Malwa their own Stalingrad and Kursk. Link can only do, now, what Hitler did. Try to hold what it can, and retreat as little as possible. But it is the defender, from this day forward, not the aggressor.
Belisarius nodded. He did not attempt to provide his young subordinate with all the history which went behind Aide's statement, but he gave him the gist.
"Coutzes, there will be another great war against evil, in the future-or would have been, at least. Aide just reminded me of it."
He had Coutzes' undivided attention, now. The young Thracian knew of Aide. He had seen him. But, like all of Belisarius' officers, he thought of the crystal being as simply the Talisman of God. A pronouncement from Aide, so far as Coutzes was concerned, was as close to divine infallibility as any man would ever encounter.
Belisarius smiled, seeing that look of awe.
What are you grinning about? demanded Aide. The facets flashed. For an instant, Belisarius had an image of a crystalline rooster, prancing about with unrestrained self-glory.I think "divine infallibility" fits me to perfection. Why don'tyou understand that obvious truth?
Again, the facets flashed. Belisarius choked down a laugh. The crystalline rooster, for just a split second, had been staring at him with beady, accusing eyes. A barnyard fowl, demanding its just due. A combed and feathered deity, much aggrieved by agnostic insolence.
Belisarius waved his hand, as much to still Aide's humor as to illustrate his next words. "There came a time in that war, Coutzes, when the armies of wickedness were broken. Broken, not destroyed. But from that time forward, they could only retreat. They could only hold what they had, in the hopes that someday, in the future, they might be able to start their war of conquest anew."
Belisarius snarled, now. "Those foul beasts-they were called Nazis-were never given that chance. Their enemies, after breaking them, pressed on to their destruction." He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the inhuman monster lurking somewhere behind the wall. "Link knows that history as well as I do. And thething, whatever else, is bound and determined to see that neither I-nor any of the soldiers of this magnificent army-are alive to participate in any future wars. Or else, it knows full well-"
He rolled his eyes, following the thumb. His next words were whispered. A promise, hissed: "Iwill be alive, monster. And Iwill give you Operation Bagration, and the destruction of Army Group Centre. And Iwill give you Sicily and D-Day, and the Falaise Pocket-exceptthis time, beast, the pocket will be closed in time."
He turned his eyes back to Coutzes. Fury faded, replaced by wry humor. "As I said, this frenzied assault is quite a compliment. Feeds my pride no end, it does. Just think, Coutzes. Great gods of the future, convinced of their own perfection, have set themselves the single task of killing one pitiful, primitive, imperfect, preposterous, ridiculous, pathetic Thraciangoddam fucking son-of-abitch."
Coutzes laughed. "Can't say I blame them!"
Another volley of arrows sailed overhead. Behind them came a volley of words-the sounds of Ye-tai bellowing commands. Coutzes popped his head over the wall. When he brought it down, he was frowning.
"I think-" He transferred the frown to Belisarius. "I want you out of here, General. They'll be starting the next assault any minute. A stray grenade-" He shook his head.
Belisarius did not argue the matter. He rose to a half-crouch and scuttled out of the room. In the roofless chamber beyond, Anastasius was waiting, along with the other cataphracts who were now serving as his additional bodyguards. Maurice had replaced Valentinian with two of them, after Valentinian's capture. The cataphracts chosen had not taken offense at that relative estimation of their merits compared to Valentinian's. They had been rather pleased, actually, at the compliment. They had expected Maurice to choose twice that number.
Anastasius snorted, seeing the general scurry into the room. But he refrained from any further expression of displeasure.
Belisarius smiled. "It's important for a commanding officer to be seen on the front lines, Anastasius. You know that."
