Kaveripattinam, India
509 B.C.
Sahadeva held the porcelain plate and pretended to examine it as he scanned the marketplace behind him. His heart, already beating quickly, nearly exploded when he saw their pursuers.
âTheyâre still there, Sahadeva.â
Jyotsnaâs whisper barely reached Sahadevaâs ears. He felt her trembling at his side. The marketplace offered untold terrors for her. Sheâd never been in a place so big or so filled with people. Knowing that they had enemies nearby only made things worse.
Carefully, so he wouldnât incur the ire of the merchant, Sahadeva replaced the plate on the stack. The merchant started haggling, but the attempt lacked passion. Sahadevaâs worn and dirty clothing warned all of the shopkeepers and traders that he lacked money.
After thanking the man and praising his goods, Sahadeva took Jyotsnaâs hand and led her toward the alley at the shopâs side. He touched the curved knife in the sash at his waist. Heâd never killed a man before. He didnât even like slaughtering the goats to put on the family table.
But he knew he would kill the men who pursued them in order to protect Jyotsna.
She looked like a child next to him. The top of her head barely came to his shoulder. Even draped in a loose dark-blue sari anyone could see that she had a womanâs curves. Sahadeva worried her beauty might bring trouble to them in the city. A plain dupatta covered her head and held her thick black hair out of her face.
Sahadeva was young and slim. All of his life heâd been a goatherd. Nearly a year ago, when heâd turned seventeen, heâd run away from home to join a group of young men whoâd decided to take a boat up the Vaigai River. Legends of gold and silver, of lost fortunes and fantastic monsters, had beckoned.
When heâd left, Sahadeva had known his father would be angry with him and his mother would be disappointed. Three days into the journey, heâd been frightened and doubtful despite the stories of adventure. Nine days later, just when theyâd been about to exhaust their stores and forced to return home empty-handed, heâd seen Jyotsna and fallen in love with her.
Sheâd wanted to see the big world he described. Her father had denied that to her as he had denied it to all his people. Only the warriors had ventured outside the cave city to get food. Occasionally they brought brides and grooms back into their secret village.
Those brides and grooms, heâd discovered, had only been allowed to live there for a short time. Outsiders were put to death once the children were planted. Sahadeva had seen monstrous things among Jyotsnaâs people. There was no sign of anyone who had come from outside their enclave to live among them.
Jyotsna had captured Sahadevaâs heart. And she had been equally drawn to him. Unable to bear the thought of his death, she had warned him of the coming assassinations. Sahadeva talked her into running away with him, and they fled.
Now all of his friends were dead. Jyotsnaâs fatherâs warriors had killed them mercilessly. Only luck and his knowledge of the terrain along the Vaigai had prevented Sahadeva and Jyotsna from getting overtaken.
But those pursuers were here now. Even Kaveripattinam, as large as it was and open to trade around the world, wasnât enough to hide them.
Sahadeva strode briskly through the marketplace, past the shops and hawkers, through the maze of goods and buyers, until he reached the alley. Voices, whistles, bells and animal bleats sounded all around him.
The buildings flanking the alley blocked some of the heat of the midmorning sun in the narrow expanse. By noon Sahadeva knew the stones beneath his callused feet would be blistering.
At the other end of the alley, he a saw the harbor spread out before him. Tall Roman galleys sat in the ocean. And there were more vessels from other countries.
Since heâd been a boy and his father had first allowed him to help drive goats to market, Sahadeva had loved the sea. The sailors with their stories of foreign lands and exotic sights had filled his head. When heâd talked to his father about such things, his father had told him to quit wasting his time dreaming. Heâd said a goatherd would never have enough money to buy a ship, and taking passage on one as a sailor was nothing short of slavery.