Belisarius let them go. He had much more pressing concerns. He plunged into the building. Followed by his infantry, he raced through the half-remembered corridors, searching for the audience chamber.
Hoping against hope, but fearing the worst.
"Who is that?" squawked the "Emperor" Hypatius, leaning over the wall separating the kathisma from the Hippodrome. He stared at the little army pouring through the southwestern gate. Then, goggled, seeing them slinging grenades at the huge mob of faction thugs on the other side of the Hippodrome.
"Where did they get grenades?" he shrieked.
A new battle cry was heard: "Antonina! Antonina!"
Ajatasutra leaned over the wall and examined the invaders. His eyes were immediately drawn to a small figure bringing up the rear. Helmeted; armored-but unmistakeably feminine for all that.
He smiled bitterly, turning away. He looked at Balban and gestured with his thumb.
"That's what you called the sheep."
Hypatius was now gobbling with sheer terror. Pompeius, the same.
Someone began pounding on the rear entrance to the kathisma, the barred door which led to the Great Palace. Narses recognized John of Cappadocia's voice: "Open up! Open up!"
At Balban's command, the kshatriya guarding the door unbarred and opened it.
John of Cappadocia burst into the kathisma, trailing three of his bucellarii.
"Belisarius is here!" he shouted. "His whore Antonina has some kind of army-" He fell abruptly silent, seeing the scene in the Hippodrome.
"She's here already!" snarled Balban, pointing over the wall. "And she's got grenades!"
Narses sighed.
Too clever by half.
The eunuch rose. Strode forward. Took charge.
"Have you blinded Justinian?" he demanded.
John of Cappadocia nodded.
"Theodora?"
"She's under guard in the palace."
Narses took Balban by the arm and pointed over the wall separating the kathisma from the Hippodrome. He was pointing to the hundreds of kshatriya manning the rockets. The four hundred kshatriya, unlike the thousands of milling and confused faction thugs, were already forming their battle lines. Most of them were opening baskets of grenades. The kshatriya manning the rockets were hastily re-aiming the troughs.
"You've still got your own soldiers and-if you provide some leadership-that huge faction mob. Get down there! Now!"
Balban neither argued nor protested. Immediately, the spymaster began clambering over the wall.
Narses grabbed Hypatius and shoved him to the wall. "Go with him!" he commanded. "You're the new Emperor! You need to rally the Hippodrome crowd!"
Hypatius babbled protest. Narses simply manhandled the "Emperor" over the stone rampart. Despite his terror, Hypatius was no match for the old eunuch's wiry strength. Half-sprawled over the wall-on the wrong side of the wall-Hypatius stared up at Narses.
"Do it!" ordered the eunuch. His eyes were fixed on Hypatius like a snake on its prey. An instant later, Narses tore Hypatius' clutching fingers off the wall. The "Emperor" landed in a collapsed heap on the stone platform below.
Hypatius immediately lunged to his feet and jumped at the wall.
Hopeless. That wall had been designed to keep assassins from the emperor. A strong and agile man could have leapt high enough to grasp the top of the wall. Hypatius was neither.
The new "Emperor" gobbled terror.
"Do it!" commanded Narses.
Hypatius gasped. He turned his head and spotted Balban. The spymaster was racing around the upper tiers of the Hippodrome, heading for the kshatriya rocketeers. He was already forty yards away.
Gibbering with fear, Hypatius staggered after him.
In the kathisma, Narses turned from the wall and confronted John of Cappadocia.
"Where are the rest of your bucellarii?" he demanded.
The Cappadocian glared at him.
"That's none-"
"You idiot!" snarled the eunuch. "Kept them in the palace, didn't you? Planned to keep them unharmed, didn't you? So you'd have them available for later use."
John was still glaring, but he did not deny the charge.
Narses pointed to the chaos in the Hippodrome.
" `Later use' is now, Cappadocian. Get them! With your thousand bucellarii added to the brew, we might still win this thing."
John started to protest. The eunuch drove him down.
"Do it!"
John argued no further. The Cappadocian charged down the corridor leading to the Great Palace. Narses went after him, dragging Pompeius by the arm. Before following, Ajatasutra ordered the kshatriya still in the kathisma to join Balban. As he left the kathisma-now unoccupied-the kshatriya were already climbing over the wall and dropping down into the Hippodrome.
In the corridor, Ajatasutra quickly caught up with Narses and Pompeius.
Smiling, the assassin leaned over and whispered:
" `Years of civil war,' you said."
Narses glanced at him, but said nothing. The eunuch was concentrating his attention on forcing the gibbering Pompeius forward. The new "Emperor's" brother was practically paralyzed with fear.
"If you don't start moving," snarled Narses, "I'll just leave you here."
Pompeius suddenly began running down the corridor.
Narses let him go.
"At least he's headed in the right direction," grumbled the eunuch. "We'll catch him later. He'll stumble into a faint, somewhere up ahead."
The eunuch began trotting. Ajatasutra matched his pace easily.
Again, the assassin leaned over and whispered. Still smiling:
" `The Roman Empire will be in chaos for a generation,' you said."
Narses ignored him.
Ajatasutra, grinning:
" `Much better than just letting Justinian fight his stupid wars,' you said."
Narses ignored him.
They reached the end of the corridor. Now, they found themselves in one of the many buildings of the Great Palace. They could hear the sound of fighting coming from somewhere in the outer complex.
As Narses had predicted, Pompeius was waiting for them. In a manner of speaking: the nobleman was squatting on the floor, leaning his head against a wall, sobbing.
Narses leaned over, seized Hypatius by his hair, and dragged the "emperor's" brother to his feet.
"The only place you're safe now is with me," hissed the eunuch. "If you collapse again-if you disobey me in any way-I'll leave you." Narses released his grip and stalked toward one of the corridors leading to another building in the complex. Ajatasutra strode alongside. Hypatius followed.
The sound of fighting grew louder. Among those sounds, Narses recognized the heavy thundering of a cavalry charge. So did Ajatasutra. Both men picked up their pace.
"Where are we going?" whispered the assassin. "And why"-he pointed with a thumb over his shoulder-"are you so intent on hauling that creature with us?"
"I'll need him," growled Narses.
They reached the end of the corridor. They were in another large room in yet another building. Narses plunged through a door against the left wall.
Again, a short corridor. Again, another room in yet another building. Again, Narses led the way through another door. Again, another corridor.
Ajatasutra, though he had an abstract knowledge of the Great Palace's layout, was by now completely disoriented.
"Where are we going?" he repeated.
"I have something to attend to," muttered Narses.
The eunuch broke into a trot. The corridor made a bend. Once around the bend, Ajatasutra could see that the corridor ended in a massive set of double doors. One of the doors was ajar. Beyond, Ajatasutra heard the sound of indistinct voices.