She waved her hand. “No, the right course is exactly the one you propose.” Another laugh. “Although even in my wildest dreams I never would have thought of sending you to Axum and India! God, Justinian will be ecstatic!”
The Empress was silent for a moment, lost in thought. “And it’s not a bad idea, in any event, even leaving Justinian’s jealousies aside.”
She arose and walked slowly back to the window. Belisarius was struck by the regal grace of her movements, as encumbered as Theodora must have been by those incredible imperial robes. (Which, Antonina had told him, Theodora insisted on wearing at all times.) She looked every inch the ideal image of an Empress.
For a brief instant, Belisarius caught a glimpse of the woman’s inner demons: that fierce, driving ambition which had carried her and her husband to the throne from the lowest of beginnings. Justinian, a semiliterate peasant from Thrace-who had, of course, long since become as literate a man as any in the Empire, applying his own fierce intelligence. Theodora, a whore from Alexandria.
But Theodora had been no sophisticated courtesan like Antonina, gaily choosing her few consorts and reveling in the charm and wit of their company. Belisarius knew Theodora’s own history from Antonina. The Empress had been sold into prostitution by her own father at the age of twelve, to a pimp who had sold her in turn to every ruffian who hung about the Hippodrome.
He watched the still, beautiful face staring out the window. Watched the pride in the stillness, and the icy intelligence in the beauty, and thought he understood Theodora. Understood her, and understood her unshakable devotion to Justinian.
I swore an oath to Justinian, which I will always keep. But I wish I had sworn it to her. She would have made a far better Emperor.
“I don’t trust this Venandakatra,” Theodora said softly. “Even before Antonina told me of Irene’s suspicions, I had my own.” She glanced at Belisarius. “You’ve not met him?”
The general shook his head.
“I shall introduce you to him tomorrow. Justinian is having a reception for Venandakatra.”
She stared back out the window. “Trade envoy!” she sneered. “That man has enough arrogance in him to be Lord of the Universe. A foul creature, he is! As vile a man as ever lived, I suspect.”
Belisarius restrained his start of surprise. Antonina, he knew, had simply passed on that much of what they knew about Venandakatra which could reasonably have been spied out by Irene. There had been no mention of his vision.
Venandakatra the Vile. Apparently, the cognomen had been no personal fancy of Raghunath Rao.
Theodora shook her head. “No, I don’t like this Venandakatra. The Malwa are playing a deep and dark game. And we know almost nothing about them. Yes, best we find out what we can, as soon as possible.”
She turned back. “But there’s something more important. You’ll have plenty of time to get to know this Venandakatra creature. Much more, I assure you, than you’d ever want. In the meantime, however, there are other people you must get to know immediately. The Axumite embassy will also be present at the reception, which is doubling-as an afterthought, I’m afraid-as their departing ceremony. They are returning to Axum the next day.”
She resumed her seat on the throne. “To my mind, your proposed visit to Axum is even more important than the trip to India. For one thing, I’m not sure how much you’ll actually be able to find out in India. Whatever else he is, Venandakatra’s no fool, and he’ll have his own suspicions of you.”
“Will he agree?” asked Antonina. “To Belisarius accompanying him back to India?”
Theodora waved the concern away. “He can’t very well refuse, can he? After all, he’s supposedly a mere trade envoy. How could he refuse an imperial request to carry a Roman envoy back to his homeland?” She shook her head. “No, he’ll agree, however grudgingly. What I am much more concerned about, at the moment, is whether the Axumites will agree to that side of your proposal.”
“I thought they were on good terms with Rome,” commented Belisarius.
The Empress tightened her lips. “Yes, they were. Whether they still are, after the shameful way they’ve been treated since their arrival, is another matter.”
“They’ve been insulted?” asked Antonina.
“Not directly. But Justinian’s indifference to them was soon detected by the courtiers, who-” She snorted. “It’s the first rule of the courtier: if the Emperor breaks wind, you shit a mountain.”
Belisarius chuckled. Theodora shook her head.
“It’s not really funny. Justinian is so preoccupied with-well, never mind. Let’s just say that he has forgotten the first rule of the emperor. Do not trample over old friends in your eagerness to make new ones.”
“What’s your impression of the Axumites?” asked Antonina.
Theodora frowned. “The adviser, Garmat, strikes me as shrewd. I don’t think he’ll be a problem. It’s rather the prince who concerns me.”
She spoke the prince’s name slowly, savoring the words: “Eon Bisi Dakuen. Do you know what the name means?”
Belisarius and Antonina shook their heads.
“The Axumites are warriors. We forget that, here, because we only encounter them as traders and seamen. But they are a warrior people, with their own proud history. It is a tradition which is particularly ingrained in the ruling clan. It shows in their royal nomenclature.”
She closed her eyes, calling up memory. “The official name for the king of the Ethiopians is Kaleb Ella Atsbeha, son of Tazena, Bisi Lazen, King of Axum, Himryar, Dhu Raydan, Saba, Salhen, the High Country and Yamanat, the Coastal Plain, Hadramawt, and all their Arabs, the Beja, Noba, Kasu, and Siyamo, servant of Christ.”
“That’s a mouthful,” commented Antonina.
Theodora opened her eyes, smiling. “Isn’t it? But don’t shrug it off as royal grandiosity. It’s quite accurate, except for the ’Ella Atsbeha’ part, and accurate in significant ways.”
“What does ’Ella Atsbeha’ mean?” asked Belisarius.
“It means ’he who brings the dawn.’ ” Theodora shrugged. “That part of the title we can ignore. But the rest-ah, there’s what’s interesting. The long list of territories ruled, for instance, is quite precise. And the Axumites are punctilious about it. The listing of Himryar, for instance, as well as the Hadrawmat, is recent. The Axumites add and remove territories to the name of their ruler in strict accordance to the facts on the ground, so to speak.”
She cast a shrewd glance at Belisarius.
“What does that tell you, General?”
“It tells me they prize accurate intelligence, even formally.” Belisarius smiled crookedly. “That’s a rather rare trait in rulers.”
“Isn’t it? But the Axumites are rigorous about it. I had my historians check the records.” She went on. “The ’ella’ name is only given to ruling monarchs. Who, by the way, are properly known as the negusa nagast, which means ’King of Kings.’ My historians are not certain, but they think the title is also quite accurate. From old records of the first missionaries, it seems that Axum was forged by conquest and that it rules over many subordinate monarchs in the region of Ethiopia. Even Meroe and Nubia, it seems.”
“And the ’bisi’ name?” asked Belisarius. “It must mean something. I notice that both the King-the negusa nagast — and his son share the name. It’s a title, I imagine.”
“Yes. And that’s the most interesting part. King Kaleb’s oldest son Wa’zeb is named ’Wa’zeb Bisi Hadefan, son of Ella Atsbeha.’ He is granted the patronymic, because he is the heir. The younger son who is the envoy here, Eon, is stripped down the bare essentials. ’Eon Bisi Dakuen.’ That’s the only name he has, because it’s the only name Axumite royalty considers essential.”
“It’s a military title,” guessed Belisarius.
Theodora nodded approvingly. “Quite right. The Axumite army is organized into long-standing regiments. They call them sarawit. I believe the singular is sarwe. ’Bisi’ means ’man of.’ Hence the Prince, Eon, has as his only identity the fact that he is a man of the Dakuen sarwe. Just as his father, before all else, is a man of the Lazen sarwe; and his older brother Wa’zeb, the heir, is before all else a man of the Hadefan sarwe.”
Antonina looked back and forth between the Empress and the general. “I think I’m missing something here,” she said.
Belisarius pursed his lips. “Lord in Heaven, even the Spartans didn’t take it that far.”
