of its diameter. As the Great One passed back into space, a gout of blazing material followed. Molten and half- vaporized weaponry, Belisarius realized.
Not to mention quite a few new gods. What's left of them, which isn't much. The emotion behind that thought was more savage than any Belisarius could ever remember, coming from Aide.
I really hate those creatures.
Another Great One struck the surface. Then another, and another. With each grazing blow, more and more of the asteroid's surface was being peeled away.
Another Great One came. A truly huge one. The same ancient female that had spoken to Belisarius. Somehow, he recognized her.
THAT'S BECAUSE I'M THE PRETTIEST, he heard her mocking voice. USED TO BE, ANYWAY,HALF A MILLION YEARS AGO.
Belisarius became tense. The ancient one's strike was. .
No grazing strike, this. A great wound was torn in the asteroid. Belisarius could sense the gargantuan being reeling from the blow itself.
Herself.
Not only the blow, but the weapons fire that had been concentrated on her. She was shedding substance, as she moved off. Like a giant golden angel, spilling her shining blood.
ENOUGH, I THINK, he heard her say. AM I RIGHT?
The voices of several Great Ones answered.
YES.
THAT WHOLE HEMISPHERE IS NOW DEFENSELESS.
CAN YOU-?
The tone of voice, answering, seemed a mixture of pain held under control and harsh amusement.
I'LL MANAGE. IT'LL ONLY TAKE A FEW YEARS, ANYWAY. BUT YOU'LL HAVE TO GUIDE ME, SISTERS AND BROTHERS. I'M BLIND NOW.
She moved off, very rapidly, until she disappeared. Four of the other Great Ones sped off to join her.
After what seemed only seconds, Belisarius could see them returning. Just tiny points of light, at first.
It took-will take-the tenses don't work right-a lot longer than that. A number of years. But not enough for the new gods to rebuild their defenses.
As the Great Ones neared, Belisarius could see what appeared to be a lattice of light binding the five together.
Think of it as the others holding her hands. Keeping her straight.
They were moving very fast. Belisarius could sense it.
By now, she is at ninety-seven percent of light speed. And she was already very massive.
Finally, Belisarius understood.
A last thought came to him, from the ancient Great One. Still with that tone of harsh amusement.
SO, GRANDFATHER. DID YOU REALLY THINK WE HAD FORGOTTEN THERMOPYLAE?
Her companions veered aside. Alone, now, the ancient Great One struck the asteroid.
No grazing strike, this; not even a wounding strike. She plunged into the core of the asteroid, in a blow as straight and true and fatal as a sword through the heart.
The asteroid simply. . vaporized. There was nothing left but a great, glowing, spreading cloud of plasma and dust.
I hated the new gods, Aide said. But I almost wish. .
He was back in the square at Kausambi, staring up at the sky. It was quite cloudless.
I'm glad. I never much liked clouds. Too messy.
Belisarius couldn't stop himself from barking a laugh.
Look, I'm a crystal, Aide said, a bit defensively. We're just naturally more fussy housekeepers than you protoplasmic slobs.
Tears welled into his eyes.
Yes, I know. But there was a time I wouldn't have understood that at all-and it was my life here that made that change possible. Made all things possible, for me and all of my children. And that is what they are now, Belisarius, all those untold trillions of living crystal humans.
After a moment, in that witty tone that Belisarius would also miss desperately: Of course, we're not as sloppy about the whole business as you are.
For a split-second far too brief to measure, Belisarius felt as if a ripple passed through the world.
It did, said Aide quietly. I love you, Grandfather. Goodbye.
Damodara himself was the first to approach Belisarius, still sitting on the bench. The Roman general's eyes were open, and wet, but he seemed not to notice the emperor at all.
Gently, Damodara opened his loosely closed fist. Then sighed, seeing what lay within. He had seen that jewel, once, in all its transcendent glory. Now it was just a dull stone. No different from any he might find embedded in a cliff, or lying loose on a sandy beach.
Just as gently, he closed the fist. When he straightened up, he said: 'See to it that no one disturbs him, for however long he chooses to remain here.'
An officer jerked his head. Two of the soldiers who accompanied the imperial party moved forward to take position on either side of the general. But Sanga waved them back.
'Not them. I will do it myself. And his two cataphracts, if they choose.'
Anastasius moved forward, saying nothing.
'You've got to be kidding,' muttered Valentinian.
He took his position to the right of Belisarius, where Anastasius was to the left. Sanga remained standing, just behind.
Their postures were quite similar. Except that Valentinian, naturally, held his sword in his hand.
'Anybody bothers the general, he's fucking dead.'
Damodara heard the mutter. He said quietly to the officer: 'Best position a number of soldiers around the square. Some beggar or dimwit might wander by. And, ah, the Mongoose is not joking.'
Near sundown, Belisarius emerged from his half-trance. Jerking his head a little, he looked first to the right, then to the left, and then over his shoulder.
Seeing Sanga, his lips twisted. The expression bore no resemblance, really, to the crooked smile the Rajput king remembered. But he was still glad to see it.
'I need to speak to the emperor,' Belisarius said, 'but I don't want to miss the sunset. Not this one. Ask him if he'd be willing to meet me here.'
'Of course.' Sanga was striding up the steps a moment later, taking them two at a time with his long legs.
Not five minutes later, Damodara emerged from the palace, with Sanga at his side. When he came up to the bench, Belisarius shifted over, leaving room for the emperor.
'Sit, please, if you would. I realize a dozen courtiers will drop dead from shock at the sight.'
Smiling, Damodara sat. 'No such great fortune, I fear. But perhaps a few might be struck dumb, for a time.'
They sat silently, for a moment, both looking at the sunset. By now, the sun was below the rooftops.
