The Serpent's Tooth Part 9

'No. I haven't finished. You will remain in the Agra fort indefinitely. I can't risk having you far from my sight in your present frame of mind. I hope that in the months to come you will reflect on your foolish behaviour and your unjust accusations. You have shocked and disappointed me more than you realise.'

Back in his own apartments, Shah Jahan sat for a while, still deep in thought. The incident had helped him reach a decision. It was time that he signalled to his family and the wider world which of his sons he wished to succeed him and end all doubt or misplaced hope that any of his younger sons might have. They could reconcile themselves to their disappointment while he still lived and could restrain them from any conflict.

Two days later, as he took his place in the Hall of Public Audience upon his glittering peac.o.c.k throne, he felt proud. What other ruler could have created such magnificence? His courtiers and commanders, arranged before him in order of precedence, were dressed in their finest clothes and jewels, just as he had instructed. Ashok Singh was resplendent in orange silk robes and a diamond-hilted dagger in his sash. So it should be for one of the most significant proclamations of his reign. Glancing to where Dara was standing, flanked by Shah Shuja and Murad, he raised his hands to command attention, though the silence in the many-pillared hall was already absolute.

'I have summoned you here today to honour my beloved eldest son, Dara Shukoh, before my court. I hereby award him the estates of Hissar Firoza and the right to pitch the scarlet tent.' Even before he had finished speaking he saw the quickly exchanged glances. Everyone knew what he meant he had as good as declared Dara heir to the Moghul throne. It wouldn't take Aurangzeb, still confined in his apartments, long to hear the news and understand its implications. Perhaps, at last, Aurangzeb would see the world as it really was and understand that the throne would never be his. He should have acted faster to dispel false hopes and prevent the souring of fraternal love but, G.o.d willing, he was in time. Aurangzeb would reflect on his folly and come to accept that he would never have been his father's choice while Dara lived. He would also realise that Dara would have had no need to dispose of him that he had never been a rival though that would be hard for a proud man like Aurangzeb to stomach.

Chapter 12.

'Father, I must ask you something ...'

'What is it, Jahanara? There's nothing wrong, is there? Your health ... ?'

Ever since receiving her message Shah Jahan had been wondering what had prompted her request that he visit her in her mansion when nearly every day she travelled by palanquin to the fort.

'I'm fine, Father. It's not about me, it's about Aurangzeb.'

'So he's asked you to intercede for him, has he?'

'No. He has no idea that I'm doing so. But when I see something so amiss in our family I can't ignore it. Forgive me, Father, but perhaps I notice things you don't.'

The rebuke, gentle though it was, hurt. 'I see clearly enough. Aurangzeb only has himself to blame. I thought he was a man, but he didn't behave like one.'

'I agree ... and I think Aurangzeb himself understands that now. I've spent a lot of time with him, listening to his outpourings and trying to make him see reason. He accepts that his accusations were foolish and wants only to regain your favour. He begs you to allow him to return to the Deccan ...'

'I've found an excellent replacement and have no need of him.'

'Father when I was ill and you were keeping watch by my bedside I sometimes heard you promise G.o.d that you'd do anything so long as I survived. G.o.d indeed returned me to life, and it's I not He who now asks this favour of you.'

'Jahanara ...'

'Please! Aurangzeb is unhappy. Forgive him, as you once asked me to forgive you. Release him from his confinement.'

'What then?'

'Find him some new appointment. If not in the Deccan, then somewhere else where he can use his talents and his energy instead of wasting them and growing bitter. He won't disappoint you, Father, and that's not just my opinion. I've talked to Dara. Although at first he was angry with Aurangzeb and offended by his preposterous claims he says the dispute was not of his making and he is prepared to overlook what happened and see Aurangzeb reinstated if he is contrite.'

'Why does Aurangzeb dislike Dara so much? Is it simple jealousy?'

'Perhaps but it's not all Aurangzeb's fault. As long ago as when I was recovering from my burns I saw tensions building between them. Now Dara is so confident in his own abilities and in your favour that even to me he can seem patronising though unintentionally, I'm sure. Aurangzeb is devoid of humour where he himself is concerned and swift to detect a slight intended or not particularly from Dara. Rivalry is a part of it, of course.'

'Some rivalry is natural, I know, but Aurangzeb spoke as if he hated Dara. What has his brother done to offend him so deeply?'

Jahanara hesitated, then said, 'There's the religious divide between them, of course.'

'Religious? I know that Dara is interested in Sufi teachings and Aurangzeb spends much time with the mullahs but I've never imagined religion to be a serious source of conflict between them.'

'You're wrong. You know what Dara's like tolerant and so curious about everything ... Aurangzeb is drawn to the certainties of our Sunni scholars and mullahs and believes that deviating from their orthodoxy is heresy. He believes Dara's philosophising is heretical and a danger to our rule. I've often heard him say that the problems of the Moghul empire are because we have fallen away from the true and strict Muslim path of righteousness. He blames the Hindus and the s.h.i.+as in your employ for the corruption that he believes is tainting our administration. He told me that while he was in the Deccan he found numerous instances of usury and injustice perpetrated by our Hindu subjects whole villages exploited as slaves by landowners who keep them in poverty and debt.'

'It is not religion but character that counts in such matters. If he knew of crimes, it was his duty as my viceroy to put things right.'

'Of course, and he says that is what he tried to do. But he argues that the rottenness goes to the very heart of government. Encouraged by the more extreme mullahs, he would like every Hindu "infidels" as he calls them thrown from high office.'

'Then he is a fool. My grandfather understood that the way to bind our empire together and make it prosper was to be fair to all its subjects Hindus such as Ashok Singh as well as Muslims. As you yourself once reminded me, Hindus are among my most trusted and loyal courtiers and generals, and royal Rajput blood runs in our veins.'

'That's what Dara says, and that's why they argue. The last time, only a day or two before the visit to Dara's mansion, they nearly came to blows when Aurangzeb said we should prohibit the building of more Hindu temples.'

'Perhaps they both forget that I am still emperor and that it's for me to decide who holds high office in my empire and who doesn't and what religious buildings we permit.'

'I didn't mean to make you angry. I just wanted to explain one of the things that has gone wrong between my brothers.'

'Nothing you've said explains why Aurangzeb should suspect Dara of seeking to murder him.'

'Aurangzeb knows now that he was being absurd. But look at things from his point of view. Dara isn't always tactful. Indeed since they were children he's enjoyed baiting Aurangzeb. Now that they are men he knows just where to direct his barbs so that Aurangzeb has begun to think Dara his enemy and to harbour exaggerated suspicions, seeing malice in Dara's every action ... But he says that is over now and that he was wrong about the underground room and wants to regain your good opinion. I believe him.'

Shah Jahan was silent. Was she right? Since the incident in Dara's mansion, Aurangzeb had been living quietly in the fort. Although he'd had a discreet watch kept there'd been nothing suspicious. Not a hint of sedition or even resentment at Dara's elevation to emperor-in-waiting in all but name. Aurangzeb was either a good dissimulator or else genuinely contrite.

'Please, Father. Show him you forgive him and allow him the chance to prove his worth. At least allow him to attend your council meetings like Dara and Murad. By excluding Aurangzeb you slight him in the eyes of the court. He is, as we both know, a proud man and, although he would never show it to you, it hurts him.'

'It wasn't my intention to humiliate him but to teach him a lesson about the strife behaviour such as his could cause. If, as you suggest, he has learned it, I will allow him to come to the council. It all depends on him. If he behaves himself I may even find a fresh position for him. If not, he will not find me so lenient again ...'

Four months later, as servants lit the evening candles in the Hall of Private Audience, Shah Jahan prepared to address his counsellors, Dara, Aurangzeb and Murad among them. In recent weeks Aurangzeb had listened gravely to the discussions but had said little himself except on several occasions to agree almost fulsomely with points made by Dara as the counsellors debated taxes or the suppression of rebellious minor va.s.sals or improvements to the great trunk road that bound the empire together, north to south. Perhaps the animosity between the brothers really was over. Shah Jahan hoped so. The opportunity that had suddenly presented itself to his dynasty might never occur again at least not in his lifetime and he couldn't let foolish arguments between his sons distract him or his senior commanders, nor would he allow them to do so.

Raising his head, he began. 'This is no ordinary meeting of my council but a council of war. As my governors in Kabul and Badakhshan have been reporting these past weeks, the Uzbek tribes beyond the Oxus river are at each other's throats and anarchy rules their lands. Their chaos is our opportunity.'

'What do you mean, Majesty?' asked Ashok Singh, immaculate as ever in a gold brocade tunic.

'I mean that the Uzbeks are in no position to defend themselves. If we act quickly, we can advance north and seize Balkh. The city is a valuable trading post and control of it would greatly benefit our merchants in Kabul. But Balkh would only be a stepping stone. Once in Balkh, we can cross the Oxus and take Samarkand just a hundred and seventy miles beyond the river. The golden city can be ours if we grasp the opportunity that fate offers ...'

Shah Jahan paused and looked at the faces around him, some expressing enthusiasm, some doubt, but most simply stunned. He'd told no one of his decision, not even Dara. It was the fulfilment of a long-nurtured ambition. Often when unable to sleep, he'd lain in the darkness listening to an attendant reading from his great-great-grandfather's diaries. He had loved the Baburnama ever since he was a boy Babur's frank depiction of his years as a young raider prince in quest of a throne, never losing faith however desperate his circ.u.mstances, however great the danger, had inspired him. But one thing above all had resonated Babur's determination to rule Samarkand, a city he seized not once but three times during his turbulent life. When the reports of the Uzbek disturbances had arrived he had determined to act.

'You look surprised,' he went on. 'You forget that before the Moghuls came into Hindustan we ruled beyond the Oxus. My ancestor Timur made Samarkand his capital and my great-great-grandfather Babur also captured it. The Moghuls have inalienable ancestral rights to those lands.'

'But Babur couldn't hold Samarkand, however hard he tried. Ultimately the Uzbeks defeated him,' said Dara.

'That was because he was outnumbered. He didn't have the resources of a great empire behind him, as I have. Also he faced an enemy united under a great Uzbek warlord, Shaibani Khan. At the moment the Uzbeks have no such leader.'

'I understand what you're saying, Father,' put in Aurangzeb. 'It's our destiny to reclaim our birthright across the Oxus. And if we succeed, we'll rule from Samarkand to beyond the Deccan something not even Timur managed.'

Shah Jahan nodded. Aurangzeb was the only man in the room who looked as if he truly understood what he was proposing and was excited by it, and that disappointed him. Perhaps the rest were still adjusting to the idea.

'You're sure the reports are correct, Father?' Dara was frowning a little. 'Can we be certain the Uzbeks are fighting each other to the extent we've been told? And even if they are, won't they put their differences aside and unite to resist a foreign invader?'

'I trust the reports of my officials. One describes a ma.s.sacre by one Uzbek clan of another when at least five thousand people were killed, women and children as well as men. Uzbek blood feuds run deep. They should be too intent on avenging themselves on one another to pay much attention to us until it's too late. But of course the situation might change. That's why we must act now.'

'You mentioned resources, Majesty. How many troops would you send north?' asked Ashok Singh. 'We would need a large and well-supplied army. Conditions in the mountains are tough, and the weather is extreme.'

'We'll debate the details later but I suggest at least fifty thousand hors.e.m.e.n and ten thousand musketeers with cannon and infantry to match to take Balkh, then more if necessary to cross the Oxus and move on Samarkand. It depends on the strength of the Uzbek resistance.'

'But such a vast army will take time to raise. Remember how many of our governors are saying they need longer to a.s.semble troops than in the past ... that our n.o.bles grow ever laxer in maintaining standing armies for imperial use,' Dara persisted.

Dara shouldn't be so cautious or so questioning, Shah Jahan thought. 'I know, but any n.o.ble who is slow to send troops will be punished. Also, I've decided to employ foreign mercenaries. I have already put the Englishman Nicholas Ballantyne in charge of recruiting three thousand of them.'

'Who will lead the army?' asked Ashok Singh, posing the question that had most troubled Shah Jahan.

Towards the back of the room, Shah Jahan saw Aurangzeb stand and look towards him. He had proved a capable and decisive commander in the Deccan and was the obvious choice, as he himself must know. Dara had had little direct experience of fighting, Shah Shuja was away in Bengal and would take too long to recall, while Murad was young and untried. He had sat up deep into the night pondering whether he should indeed give Aurangzeb the command. He had very nearly decided to in most ways it would be the logical decision but he had not been able entirely to dismiss memories of his son's irrational and unpredictable behaviour from his mind. The more he had thought about it the more worried he had become. Could he take the risk of Aurangzeb's suddenly deviating from his orders because of some obsession, or indeed of his either imagining or provoking dissent among his senior officers? As dawn had seeped into his room he had decided that Aurangzeb must wait a little longer for fresh responsibilities.

'I have decided to give the command of my armies to Prince Murad.' There were gasps of surprise and a look of pure amazement flashed across Murad's face. 'I know this is your first major campaign, Murad, but it's time you learned the art of warfare and I know you won't disappoint me. To advise you and to take day-to-day management of the troops I am appointing you, Ashok Singh, who have proved your courage and your military skill time and again since we fought together in the Deccan all those years ago. My son can have no better mentor.'

'But Father ...' Aurangzeb took a step forward. 'You should send me. Haven't I just shown I alone understand your ambition? Haven't I demonstrated to you what I'm capable of as a leader of armies ever since my first campaign against the Raja of Orchha? Did I yield a single patch of scrubby land in the Deccan? Haven't I made the rulers of Bij.a.pur and Golconda fear me on the battlefield and grovel in their eagerness to secure a treaty with the Moghuls? Let me go to Balkh and you'll see how quickly its walls tumble beneath the onslaught of our cannon ...'

'No, Aurangzeb. I've made my decision.'

'It's the wrong one and you'll regret it.'

Shah Jahan heard sharp intakes of breath all around the hall. This was the very insubordination he had feared. He had been right in deciding not to send Aurangzeb and immediately took a further decision unpremeditated but one his son had just brought upon himself. 'I repeat that my mind is made up. In any case, I've decided on another appointment for you. I'd not intended to announce it today but I'm sending you to Gujarat. My governor there is elderly and ill and you will replace him. One of your tasks will be to see how well the English are keeping their promise to protect our merchant vessels and pilgrim fleets from pirates.'

'Gujarat?' For a moment Aurangzeb said nothing more but stared straight ahead. Like most of the other counsellors, Dara was looking at the carpet, as if wis.h.i.+ng to avoid anyone's eyes, while Murad was glancing between his father and Aurangzeb and back again. 'If you insist, Father, I will of course go to Gujarat,' Aurangzeb said at last, the fire in his eyes belying the meekness of his words.

'Good. You will depart within the next few days. Now let us turn our attention back to details of the Balkh campaign I am determined to send my army well equipped and provisioned and we have little time to lose.'

Chapter 13.

'You are the only person I can turn to now. You've been loyal to us in dangerous times as well as more prosperous ones.' Jahanara could still scarcely believe that she had asked Nicholas Ballantyne to visit her in the courtyard of her palace on the banks of the Jumna, but many hours of careful thought had convinced her she must. 'Forgive me. You must be thirsty.' Turning to an attendant, she said, 'Fetch some iced sherbet, please,' before gesturing to Nicholas to sit opposite her on cus.h.i.+ons piled beneath a canopy to protect against the afternoon sun.

'How can I help, Highness?'

'In a few days' time my father's armies depart for the north and you will go with them.'

'Yes. To lead the foreign mercenaries.' Nicholas's expression betrayed his puzzlement.

'Can I be frank? I am worried about Murad. This is my brother's first important campaign. He's had no experience of command or real training for it. I believe my father has made a grave error in appointing him, though I cannot say so.'

'Ashok Singh has experience of the north. He quelled the tribes in the hills around Kabul some years ago. He will guide the prince.'

'He will try, but you don't know Murad. He was only an infant when my father became emperor and still very young when our mother died. He's grown up in the haram, spoiled and indulged for his good looks and high spirits. He is no fool but he's used to having his own way and can be impulsive ... headstrong even if the mood takes him. My father doesn't see that side of him. Murad is in awe of him ever respectful and obedient in his presence but I know his real nature. Once Murad is far from court, power may go to his head. Equally, it may overwhelm him. Though my father doesn't agree, I think Ashok Singh good and loyal general though he is will find it hard to understand and control Murad's reactions if my brother is confronted by the unfamiliar or unexpected.'

'Forgive me, Highness, but wouldn't you do better to discuss this with your other brothers?'

'Dara Shukoh doesn't share my concerns. He thinks it will do Murad good to shoulder some responsibility.' Jahanara frowned, recalling her brief conversation with Dara, currently so absorbed in the philosophising of the Sufi he had invited to court that he had had little time for what he casually dismissed as her female fluttering and fussing. 'Shah Shuja is far away in Bengal and Aurangzeb is on his way to Gujarat. In any case ...' She hesitated and cast Nicholas a searching look. Yet if she didn't trust him, why had she invited him here? She forced herself to continue. 'Aurangzeb couldn't be expected to have very much sympathy with my concerns. He thought my father should have given him the command of the army and he was right. Aurangzeb is a resolute campaigner and experienced fighter and was the obvious choice.'

'Then why didn't the emperor appoint him?'

'As you and all the court know, some while ago he and Aurangzeb had a ... disagreement. That was why my father terminated Aurangzeb's appointment in the Deccan so suddenly. I believe he gave Murad command of the Uzbek campaign partly to teach Aurangzeb a lesson put him in his place, you might say. To be truthful, I'm worried about Aurangzeb too that his relations.h.i.+p with Dara and my father is broken beyond any but the most superficial repair.'

Jahanara paused, tears forming in her eyes as she watched Nicholas sip the rose-flavoured sherbet from the jade cup, his unruly fair hair flopping over his sunburnt face. Why couldn't life be as it had been in the past when her mother lived and their family was united against the world by their difficulties? Suddenly she was a child again, peeping through the curtains of her litter and seeing Nicholas, a rea.s.suring presence, riding close when she and her family were in flight from Jahangir in the swamps of Bengal. With those recollections came lighter ones Nicholas playing with her and Dara in the Portuguese compound at Hooghly, distracting them from the worry of their mother lying ill, of his teaching Aurangzeb swordplay and carving a toy soldier for Murad.

Straightening her back, Jahanara began again. 'You were always kind to me and my brothers and sister when we were children. That is why I'm appealing to you now to help me allay at least one of my worries by keeping watch over Murad and advising and restraining him if you can. As a foreigner and commander of his elite mercenaries as well as someone he has known since childhood you can be more blunt with him than the other commanders, who will feel they must treat him with the deference due to an imperial prince, however foolish or unconsidered his actions.'

'I am not one of his most senior commanders, and though you think being a foreigner may give me an advantage it may equally exclude me from his inner circle.'

'Even so and strange as my request may sound please do your best. And write to me by the imperial post riders when you can.' Jahanara glanced at her three waiting women, standing impa.s.sive. If only she could be alone with Nicholas ... but such a thing was unthinkable. It wasn't that she didn't trust her attendants, but the temptation to gossip could be irresistible to even the loyallest.

Rising, Jahanara went to Nicholas and bending for a moment laid her small henna-painted hand on his sleeve. 'Please, Nicholas ... You know enough of our customs to realise I wouldn't have invited you here if I wasn't really concerned about the future of my family. You move in the world of men, whereas I ...'

'Majesty, a further despatch has come for you.'

As he took the folded paper from his steward, Shah Jahan saw from the seal that it was from Ashok Singh and opened it with impatient fingers. It was nearly a month since he had last had news of Murad's campaign and that had been merely a brief report that the army was making progress towards Balkh.

Majesty, as we advanced towards Balkh the local rulers hara.s.sed us hard, making darting raids to plunder our baggage and killing any who straggled. However, we were not dismayed. When ten days ago Uzbeks under a prince descended from your ancestor Babur's great enemy Shaibani Khan attacked us at dusk as we made camp, we fought them off, maintaining our discipline as we fired from behind our wagons. The next morning with your son's permission I led our hors.e.m.e.n in pursuit of the retreating enemy. We caught up with their main body and scattered it to the winds, killing many and suffering few losses ourselves. The Uzbek prince sold himself dear when surrounded with his bodyguard but I am proud to report a Rajput lance put an end to his life and to his men's resistance. Our victory cleared the way to Balkh which we reached three days later.

At first the city's commander rejected our offer of terms with bellicose and abusive defiance. However, after a day's cannonade from our largest weapons had damaged his walls he changed his mind and in most abject and humble terms craved our pardon and promised to surrender if only we would renew our offer. To save time one of the most precious commodities in regions such as this which have only a limited campaigning season as well as to spare human life, your son on my advice agreed. We entered Balkh in triumph, green banners high and trumpets sounding to the heavens.

Since then we have despatched an advance force to the Oxus to locate a suitable crossing place the river is broad and its currents treacherous and then to a.s.semble vessels from which they can construct a bridge of boats and to find sufficient wood not plentiful in this area to make enough rafts to float our cannon and heavy baggage across. G.o.d willing, in a few days' time we will be over the river and advancing on glorious and golden Samarkand. The Uzbeks know we are coming and the news of our success and our strength may unite their warring factions, but nevertheless if we move quickly as I am advising most strongly they will still be no match for us and we will ride in triumph into Samarkand as we did into Balkh.

Your son asks me to send you his deepest respects, to tell you he rejoices in the conquests he has made on your behalf and to a.s.sure you he will spare no effort not only to take Timur's great capital but to achieve an absolute and lasting victory and the permanent expansion of your dominions.

Forgetful of those around him, as he finished reading Shah Jahan let out a great shout of joy and raised his clenched fist in a victory salute. Samarkand with its great palaces and madrasas, its orchards and gold-bearing river, would be his the fulfilment of his long-nurtured ambition. Not even his grandfather the great Akbar had thought of such an audacious plan. After one and a half centuries the Moghuls were reclaiming their ancestral lands. That would be something for his chroniclers to write about and for his descendants to glory in when they sat on his peac.o.c.k throne. What's more, Murad was proving his worth. Neither Aurangzeb nor even Dara could have done better.

Soon he would summon his council, but first he wanted to share the good news with his family. A few minutes later eunuchs flung open the great gilded wooden doors of the haram and his Rajput guards bowed low as Shah Jahan entered. Dara, he knew, was out hunting but he hoped to find Jahanara there she often visited her younger sisters. But as he came into Roshanara's apartments, to his disappointment he saw she was alone. She looked up and smiled.

'I've received great news from Murad's army. They have taken Balkh and will shortly be across the Oxus and in a few more days in Samarkand.'

'That's wonderful! Our empire will know no rivals! Will you give a feast to celebrate?'

'No ... not yet. Let's wait for news of Samarkand and then I will give the greatest celebrations Hindustan and the Moghuls have ever seen.'

'Aurangzeb will be glad to hear of the success of our armies. Should I write to him in Gujarat and also to Shah Shuja in Bengal so they can both share in our happiness?'

'No. Let me have that pleasure. But where is Jahanara? I must tell her.'

'In her own house. Satti al-Nisa has taken Gauharara there today.'