Peter Darman - Parthian Dawn

Orodes embraced me. ‘Thank the gods you are safe.’

‘Of course,’ I replied, ‘the palace has fallen. Chosroes is dead.’

‘Yes,’ hissed Surena, clenching his fists in triumph.

‘What is happening here?’ I asked.

‘The people have taken refuge in the temple compound,’ said Gallia, ‘those that haven’t been butchered, that is.’ She shot a disdainful look at Surena.

‘We have surrounded the temple,’ said Orodes, ‘but decided against ordering an assault.’

‘There are no soldiers guarding the temple, only priests,’ remarked Surena. ‘We can take it easily.’

‘Your opinion does not count,’ retorted Gallia.

‘You were right not to order an assault,’ I said. ‘We cannot begin the city’s new era in blood.’

‘Then what do we do?’ asked Orodes.

‘We show humility, Orodes, that is what we do.’

I ordered that the Exiles fall back to the south, out of site of the temple. There may not have been any soldiers inside the compound, but there would be eyes on the walls that would have seen the thousands of troops encircling them. I also ordered Kuban, Malik and Surena to withdraw their men; Surena especially as his followers had been involved in excesses in the working quarter. Even Gallia’s Amazons and Orodes and the cataphracts were pulled back out of sight of the walls.

‘What if they scorn your appeal?’ asked Gallia.

‘The troops can be summoned back easily enough,’ I replied. ‘We have to gain their trust.’

‘That might be difficult after the killings by Surena and his swamp people.’

‘Marsh people,’ I replied.

‘You indulge him far too much, Pacorus.’

‘Perhaps,’ I said, ‘but if my plan works it will be worth it.’

I approached the main entrance to the temple without weapons or armour.

I had forgotten how many times I had done this — that is, walk up to the enemy’s stronghold alone and vulnerable. I always comforted myself with the notion that the enemy would not strike down an envoy seeking a parley, but in many ways this was a foolish notion. What did honour or rules mean to most kings and generals in the world? I myself had been betrayed more than once and yet still clung to the notion that right and wrong were woven into the very fabric of the world. As I approached the white gates I could hear the laughter of Spartacus in my mind, Domitus too for that matter. The gates were not large or particularly strong; rather, ornate and an ostentatious display of wealth, being inlaid with silver and gold, with grilles over the two spy holes, one positioned in the centre of each gate. There was no one on the walls so I banged on one of the gates with my fist and then stepped back. Silence. I banged on the gate again and waited. Nothing. This was ridiculous.

‘I am Pacorus, King of Dura,’ I shouted at the top of my voice. ‘I am alone and would speak to your leaders.’

I looked left and right for any signs of life but saw none. Then a thought flashed through my mind. Perhaps the temple compound was empty. But if that was the case, where had all the people gone? Perplexed, I turned to walk back to my men when I heard a sliding noise behind me. I turned around to see a face at one of the grilles.

‘Are you alone?’ a voice asked.

I held out my arms. ‘I am alone and unarmed.’

The spy hole snapped shut. A few seconds later one of the gates opened and a man came from the compound, a tall individual with a long stride and broad shoulders. In his late fifties, he wore a white robe with long sleeves edged with gold and gold earrings. He had a long face and nose and dark brown eyes and was completely bald. His eyebrows had also been shaved. He halted a few paces from me and looked around to see if I had told the truth about being alone.

‘As I said, I am alone.’

‘So it would seem,’ his voice was deep and commanding. ‘I am Rahim, high priest to Anu.’

I bowed my head. ‘It is an honour to meet you, sir.’

He studied me for a few seconds. ‘So you are King Pacorus, the great warlord whose infamy is known throughout the empire.’

‘I like to think of myself as a man who was wronged and who has searched for justice.’

His brow creased. ‘Perhaps you confuse justice with revenge.’

I smiled. ‘If I was intent on revenge I would have ordered my soldiers to have stormed the temple compound. I assume the people are within.’

His nostrils flared. ‘They are under the protection of Anu. He watches us now, especially you young warlord.’

‘I have no desire to harm the people, Rahim.’

He maintained his defiance. ‘You have already killed some innocents.’

‘I deeply regret that. I did not desire it.’

‘Who else have you killed this day?’

‘Only those who desired to kill me,’ I replied casually.

He looked to the east, where the Royal Orchard lay. ‘You have taken the palace?’

‘Yes.’

His eyes narrowed. ‘And you have killed the king?’

I sighed. ‘He killed himself, took poison I believe.’

‘It is a terrible thing that you have done.’

‘No more terrible than assaulting my city with the intention of killing my family,’ I replied. ‘Did Chosroes believe that I would forget such a gross insult, that I would not seek redress for his crimes?’

He looked away from me. ‘The affairs of kings are of no concern to me. I serve Anu and all those who follow Him.’

‘I have no wish to offend Anu, Rahim.’

‘Then keep your soldiers out of his temple,’ he snapped.

I raised my arms. ‘Do you see any soldiers, Rahim? I wish to bring peace to Uruk.’

‘By slaughtering its king and his people? A curious stratagem.’

‘By ensuring that there is a friend of Dura on its throne.’

He pointed a long finger at me. ‘So you wish to make yourself king in Chosroes’ place. I detect ambition to be your chief motive rather than to redress any wrongs done to you.’

I feigned a hurtful expression. ‘I? Of course not, I already have a throne.’

He was confused. ‘Then who?’

I looked up at the sky. ‘It is late, Rahim. We will talk more in the morning. Please come to the palace at your convenience where I shall explain all. And tell the people they can return to their homes if they wish.’

He shook his head. ‘They are fearful and will remain in the temple compound until they feel safe.’

I bowed my head to him. ‘Very well. Until tomorrow, then.’

I turned and walked back to the house where Gallia and Orodes were waiting. The light was fading as I ordered the Exiles and the horsemen to march to the palace of Chosroes. It had been a most satisfactory day.

When we arrived at the palace Gallia became most annoyed. Not only was she appalled by the existence of Chosroes’ harem, she also learned that the women had come close to being mass-raped. And to compound her fury some of the walls were splattered with blood from where servants and court officials had been killed by the first Durans who had swept through the palace. She insisted that the Amazons stood guard over the king’s wives and prohibited any man from entering that part of the palace where the harem was located. She also wanted those men who had stripped the women to be publicly flogged in the palace square, a demand that I talked her out of with great difficulty. In the end I told her that I was responsible for the looting of the palace and therefore some of the blame for what happened in the harem was my fault.

‘Those women are under my protection,’ she hissed.

‘Of course.’

‘And any who wish to join the Amazons will be free to do so. Those who do not wish to ride with me will be free to go where they will, and will have gold to start their new life.’