starboard rowers suffered broken bones, cracked skulls, and crushed ribs-and all of them were bruised and stunned. All order and discipline in the vessel collapsed, as the shouting commands of the officers were buried under screams and groans.
The port-side rowers gaped at the scene. And then, gaped wider at the sight of two five-inch cannon barrels approaching. Seconds later, many of those gaping mouths were swept out of existence entirely. Axumite marines were pouring over the side before the smoke cleared. Again, the murderous cry erupted:
The combat which followed lasted not more than five minutes. Six Malwa sailors escaped by diving over the side. One of them, a good swimmer in superb physical condition, would make it to the bank of the delta several miles away. The rest would drown, sharing the grim fate of their fellow crewmen.
In Charax's delta, Malwa would get no more mercy from Ethiopia than it had gotten from Rome in the city itself.
Antonina, huddling safely in the hull of her flagship, clasped the handcannon more tightly still. It was not fear which produced those whitened knuckles. Simply horror, at the sounds of unseen butchery not more than fifteen feet away. Cries of fury; cries of pain. Spears splitting flesh; sundering bone. Soft groans, and hissing agony, and death gurgling into silence.
All was silent, now, except the waves against the ships, and grunting exertion. Silent-except for the sodden noise of spears plunging, again and again, into corpses. Slaughter made certain, and certain, and certain. Once only, a low voice, filled with satisfaction:
'I told you,' said Ousanas serenely. The aqabe tsentsen, as had been true throughout the battle, had never so much as moved a hand. 'O ye of little faith.'
In the battle as a whole, Axum suffered the total loss of only one ship. It was a grievous loss, because the entire crew went with their vessel when the Malwa galley they were boarding suddenly erupted. What happened? No one would ever know. An accident, perhaps. Perhaps a fanatic priest.
Five other Axumite warships suffered major casualties. Numbers will tell, even against experience. Not every Axumite captain maneuvered as skillfully as Gersem. And, with twelve Axumite ships facing fifteen opponents, three Malwa galleys were left free to strike where they would.
Malwa's sea captains might have been arrogant and incautious, but they were by no means cowards. All three of those unharmed vessels rammed Axumite ships. Tried to, at least. One of the Malwa galleys was so badly bloodied by well-aimed cannon fire that it drew off-drifted off, rather; its captain and steersman slain, along with a third of the crew. The other two rammed, and then boarded.
But the final result, even there, was the same. The Malwa advantage in numbers was not enough-not even if they had been doubled-to offset the experience and ferocity of Axum's spearmen. The only difference was between a fight lost-badly lost-and an outright slaughter.
At Ousanas' command, the Axumite line reformed and advanced again toward Charax. The city's harbor was less than three miles away, now. Sharp-eyed Ethiopian lookouts reported that the Roman troop vessels were beginning to leave the docks.
There were only eight ships left in the Axumite fleet. In addition to the one destroyed outright, Ousanas had decided to abandon the two which had been rammed and one other which had been badly mauled. None of the three ships were in any danger of sinking, but they had been damaged enough to make them useless in combat. The sarwen on the three crippled vessels transferred quickly to other Ethiopian warships, filling out those crews which had suffered heavy casualties.
Eight ships, now, not twelve-but there were only five Malwa galleys left.
'Look at 'em,' snorted Antonina, studying the enemy ships. 'And they say women can't make up their minds!'
Ousanas grinned. 'What you observe, Antonina, is a modern version of being caught in a myth. Between Scylla and Charybdis.'
The commander of the Malwa inner squadron seemed to be torn by indecision. Or perhaps, as Ousanas said, he was simply caught between two monsters. At first, the five galleys headed toward the oncoming Ethiopians. Then, seeing the Roman ships casting loose from the docks, they headed back. The principal assignment of those galleys, after all, was to keep Belisarius and his men from escaping.
Then, seeing the first of the gigantic explosions which began to destroy what was left of Charax, the little Malwa fleet simply drifted aimlessly.
What to do? What to do? The harbor area was as yet untouched by either flame or gunpowder fury. The Malwa flotilla's commander knew that Belisarius would not set off the final round of explosions until he saw his way clear. With the rest of Charax a raging inferno-there had been naphtha mixed with the demolition charges-there was no possibility the oncoming Malwa army could reach the docks before the Roman ships were well into the delta. Where-
The Ethiopian warships were within a mile of the inner squadron. They would reach the Malwa galleys in less than ten minutes, long before the Roman troopships would be within effective rocket range.
Eight against five, now-and the flotilla commander had seen the carnage when the odds had favored Malwa.
Suddenly, from the eastern bank of the delta, signal rockets flared into the sky. Green, green, white. Within thirty seconds, all five Malwa galleys were pulling for the shore. Taking the only sensible course, when caught between monsters.
'Will you look at them go?' chortled Antonina a few minutes later, watching the Malwa galleys scuttling eastward. 'Jason and his Argonauts couldn't have made better speed.'
Ousanas grinned. 'Well, of course! What else can they do?'
He pointed straight ahead. The view was open, now. Already, the shields were being removed and the pole framework dismantled. The fleet of Roman troop vessels was completely clear of the harbor, which was beginning to burn fiercely. A rippling series of explosions shattered the docks themselves.
'To one side,' Ousanas announced, 'they have the famous general Belisarius, leading his fearsome men. To the other-
He began prancing about, lunging with his spear. 'They face
Antonina burst into laughter. 'You spent the entire battle sitting on your ass! Fraud! Impostor!'
Ousanas shook his head. 'That's because I understand the proper place of a commander in battle, woman.' Scowling: 'And what does that have to do with anything, anyway? It's the soul that matters, not the paltry flesh. Everybody knows that!'
He bared his teeth at the fleeing galleys. 'The soul of Ousanas, that's what terrified them!' A majestic, condescending wave of the hand. 'The sarwen helped, of course. A bit.'
Antonina began to make a bantering rejoinder when something caught her eye.
Someone, rather. The nearest Roman troopship was less than two hundred yards away. A soldier was perched on the very tip of its bow. A tall man, he seemed to be. And he was waving wildly.
A moment later, Antonina was teetering on the very bow of her own ship, waving frantically, screaming incoherent phrases.
Jumping up and down, now. Ousanas barely managed to grab her before she fell over the side.
'Antonina! Be careful! In that cuirass, you'll drown in two minutes.'
Antonina paid him no attention at all. She was weeping now, from sheer joy. Still waving her arms and screaming. And still jumping up and down. Small as she was, and for all his great strength, Ousanas had some difficulty in his newfound task.
'Marvelous,' he growled. 'Once again, I have to save a fool Roman woman from destruction.'
