How did this idiot ever get made a chiliarch? I wouldn’t trust him to bake bread. The first thing he’d do is throw away the recipe.

But his words were mild.

“Which is precisely what I want, Pharas. As long as the Persian left is advancing on our right, they aren’t free to be doing something else. Such as chewing up our left, which is where the battle’s going to be decided.”

Belisarius ignored the fuming chiliarch and watched the battle develop on the other side of the field. The Isaurians and Thracian cataphracts on the hill were now starting to fire their bows at the Persian cavalry spreading into the center of the battleground. Within five minutes, it was obvious to Belisarius that his earlier estimate had been accurate.

It was the great advantage of cataphract archery, and one of the reasons Belisarius had stationed his Thracians atop the hill. With individual exceptions, such as Valentinian, they didn’t have the rapid rate of fire that Persian or Hun horse archers did. But no archers in the world fired bows more accurately, and none with that awesome power. With the advantage of the hill’s altitude, the cataphract arrows were plunging into the ranks of the Persian cavalry, wreaking havoc. Even the armor of Persian nobility couldn’t withstand those arrows. And his cataphracts-especially the veterans-weren’t aiming at the Persians anyway. Their targets were the horses themselves. The heavy frontal armor of the Persian chargers might have turned the arrows. But these missiles were plunging down into the great beasts’ unarmored flanks. Dying and wounded horses began disrupting the serried ranks of the enemy’s heavy cavalry.

Suddenly, Belisarius felt a breeze at his back. He almost sighed with relief. He had expected it, but still The wind, blowing from west to east, would increase the range of his own archery and artillery, and hamper the Persian arrows. Much more important, however, was the effect which the wind would have on visibility. The battlefield was already choked with dust thrown up by the horses. As soon as the breeze picked up, that dust would be moving from the Roman side to the Persian. The enemy would be half-blinded, even at close range.

“They’re going to charge,” predicted Eutychian, the other cavalry chiliarch. “Against us, on this wing.”

“Thank God!” snorted Pharas. The chiliarch immediately rode off, shouting at his subordinate commanders.

Belisarius examined the battlefield and decided Eutychian was right.

Damn it! I was hoping-

He stared at Eutychian, estimating the man. His decision, as always, came quickly-aided, as much as anything, by the level gaze with which the chiliarch returned his stare.

“Can I trust you not to be an idiot like that one?” he demanded, pointing with his thumb at the retreating figure of Pharas.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning this-can I trust you to meet this charge with a simple stand? All I want is for the Persians to be held on this wing. That’s all. Do you understand? They outnumber us, especially in heavy cavalry. If you try to win the battle here, with a glorious idiotic all-out charge, the Medes will cut you to pieces and I’ll have a collapsed right wing. The battle will be won on the left. All I need is for you to hold the right steady. Can you do it? Will you do it?”

Eutychian glanced over at Pharas.

“Yes, Belisarius. But he’s senior to me and-”

“You let me worry about Pharas. Will you hold this wing? Nothing more?”

Eutychian nodded. Belisarius rode over to the small knot of commanders clustered around Pharas. As he went, he gave Valentinian and Anastasius a meaningful look. Anastasius’ face grew stony. Valentinian grinned. On his sharp-featured, narrow face, the grin was utterly feral.

As Belisarius drew near, he was able to make out Pharas’ words of command to his subordinates. Just as he had feared, the chiliarch was organizing an all-out direct charge against the coming Medes.

Belisarius shouldered his horse into the group of commanders. In his peripheral vision, he could see Valentinian sidling his horse next to Pharas, and Anastasius moving around to the other side of the small command group.

Thank you, Maurice.

“That’s enough, Pharas,” he said. His tone was sharp and cold. “Our main charge is going to come later, on the other-”

“The hell with that!” roared Pharas. “I’m fighting now!”

“Our battle plan-”

“Fuck your fancy damned plan! It’s pure bullshit! A fucking coward plan! I fight-”

“Valentinian.”

In his entire life, Belisarius had never met a man who could wield a sword more quickly and expertly than Valentinian. Nor as mercilessly. The cataphract’s long, lean, whipcord body twisted like a spring. His spatha removed Pharas’ head as neatly as a butcher beheading a chicken.

As always, Valentinian’s strike was economical. No great heroic hewing, just enough to do the job. Pharas’ head didn’t sail through the air. It just rolled off his neck and bounced on the ground next to his horse. A moment later, his headless body fell off on the other side. His horse, suddenly covered with blood, shied away.

The commanders gaped with shock. One of them began to draw his sword. Anastasius smashed his spine. No economy here-the giant’s mace drove the commander right over his horse’s head. His mount, well-trained, never budged.

Belisarius whipped out his own spatha. The four surviving commanders in the group were now completely hemmed in by Belisarius and his two cataphracts. They were still gaping, and their faces were pale.

“I’ll tolerate no treason or insubordination,” stated Belisarius. His voice was not loud. Simply as cold as a glacier. Icy death.

“Do you understand?”

Gapes. Pale faces.

“ Do you understand? ” Valentinian twitched the spatha in his grip, very slightly. Anastasius hefted his mace, not so slightly.

“Do you understand?”

Mouths snapped shut. Faces remained pale, but heads began to nod. After two seconds, vigorously.

Belisarius eased back in his saddle and slid his spatha back into its waist-scabbard. (Valentinian, of course, did no such thing. Nor did Anastasius seem in any hurry to relinquish his mace.)

Belisarius turned and looked at Eutychian. The chiliarch was not more than thirty yards away. He and his own subordinates had witnessed the entire scene. So, Belisarius estimated, had dozens of the Army of Lebanon’s cavalrymen. The faces of Eutychian and his commanders were also pale. But, Belisarius noted, they did not seem particularly outraged. Rather the contrary, in fact.

He studied the cavalrymen. No pale faces there. A few frowns, perhaps, but there were at least as many smiles to offset them. Even a few outright grins. Pharas, he suspected, had not been a popular commander.

Belisarius returned his hard stare to Eutychian. The chiliarch suddenly smiled-just slightly-and nodded his own head.

Belisarius turned back to the four commanders at his side.

“You will obey me instantly and without question. Do you understand?”

Vigorous nods. Anastasius replaced his mace in its holder. Valentinian did no such thing with his spatha.

A sudden blaring of cornicens. Belisarius turned back again. He could no longer see the Persian army, for his vision was obscured by the mass of cavalrymen at the front line. But it was obvious the Medes had begun their charge. Eutychian and his commanders were riding down the line, shouting orders.

Now in a hurry, Belisarius issued quick, simple instructions to the four commanders at his side:

“Eutychian will hold the right, using half of the Army of Lebanon’s heavy cavalry and all of the mounted archers. You four will assemble the other half of the Army of Lebanon’s lancers and keep them in reserve. I want them ready to charge”-his voice turned to pure steel-“ when I say, where I say, and how I say. Is that understood? ”

Very vigorous nods.

Belisarius gestured to Anastasius and Valentinian.

“Until the battle is over, these men will act as my immediate executive officers. You will obey their orders as

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