Ashoka: A fanfic: Chapter 20: The Interlude (Page 46) - Page 30

Dear Babur,

I rather like this menacing montage. The reds and oranges and yellows, with brown and black as counterpoints, with the dark avenger in the middle, seem to hint at death and destruction.

I am waiting to see what illustration you choose to show Ashoka on the battlefield at Kalinga. Yesterday and today, there were repeated shots of him there, clad in black armour, his arms raised high as he drives his weapon home. And then, as his head comes up and he shakes his hair loose, there is a look of such savage triumph on his unsmiling face and in his eyes that it gives one goose pimples. I had wondered about that moment, the one before the epiphany, whether Mohit Raina could nail it. Now I am sure he can. For me, those shots were the best parts of the episodes, but in the EDT, no one seems to have even noticed them. Not surprising, actually, in an assemblage composed 90% of rudaalis!😉

OK, now on to business. This chapter falls neatly into two parts, which could not be more different, one from the other-in tone, texture, content,and significance - linked only by two shadowy wraiths, wrapped in black shawls, creeping out of the Pataliputra palace. Both have come out very well, but in ways that are polar opposites. Which is cause for some modest self-congratulation.👏

Let me take the latter first. It could well have been subtitled In praise of Radhagupt. Lacking this subtitle, I shall proceed to do the praising myself!

The denoument of Radhagupt's shrewd demarche with Ahankara runs on expected lines, smoothly and without the least hiccup or hassle. It is like a well oiled machine, silent and efficient.

Thus, the whole sequence within the cave plays out with deceptive simplicity, but there are underwater eddies as well that Radhagupt anticipates and deals with. As when Rudra summons his soldiers to overpower Radhagupt and take Ahankara away from him, only to checkmated by the sudden emergence from the shadows or Radhagupt's men, more in numbers than the Ujjainis.

Radhagupt is clearly not only growing into his role - the contrast between what he was in Chapter 1 and what he is now is marked - but he is beginning to enjoy being in command for the foreseeable future. One has only to see him marshalling his shadowy forces, planning and thinking two steps ahead of the enemy, cool and yet watchful, to realise this.

He deserves to be in command. For this is no novice at the game, but a skilled strategist and tactician, superbly trained by the best in the business. An excellent pupil, now on his own and finding his feet rapidly, for all that the tension of the task at hand at times gets the better of him, as when he snaps at Ishwari for being late at their rendezvous.

Radhagupt understands human nature, and he knows how to handle and manipulate his fellow human beings to the best advantage of Magadha, and for the attainment of his guru's dream of an Akhanda Bharat.

Thus he secures and uses the only weapon that he knows will work against the bull-headed, Magadha-hating Ujjaini Senapati Rudra: Rani Ahankara. His faith in her is not misplaced, for she delivers, and in style. With force, persuasiveness and emotional appeal, plus an unstated air of command that does not brook defiance, despite her evident youth and lack of experience. No wonder that Rudra, after listening to her account of her sufferings at the hands of Sushim and her own mother Niharika, makes an about turn and agrees to do what she and Radhagupt want.

If it had been 2300 years later, Radhagupt and Ahankara would have exchanged a high five as soon as Rudra's back was turned!😉

Now for the first part, which is a remarkable essay in psychological analysis of the two most complex and compelling individuals in your star cast: Siyamak and Helena.

You have dissected poor, confused tormented Siyamak with a surgeon's scalpel, and laid bare every passing or lasting emotion that floods thru his being. This should have been the stuff of several soul talks between Siyamak 1, Ashoka's closest friend and well wisher, and Siyamak 2, the later creation of Noor and now of Helena. It is noteworthy that in their constant struggle for the possession of Siyamak's mind and soul, till now, it is Siyamak 1 who comes out on top time and again. Till now.

This is also seen when, at the farewell ceremony before Ashoka sets out on his Takshashila campaign, Siyamak, for all his anger against Ashoka for having killed his mother, asks him to "return safely". But just as the drip, drip, drip of water can wear away even stone, I suppose that over time, the poison instilled in him by his pitamahi spreads and leaches out the residual goodness that is so evident here.

The Helena angle is an offshoot of your psychoanalysis of Siyamak, but it turns into something not just fascinating, but new as well. This is the description of a Helena who knows that she has been a bad mother. One who always sought to use her own child, Justin, as a weapon, to take vengeance for the wrongs done to her by Chandragupta Maurya, as she perceived it. To do this by steadily injecting verbal poison into the growing Justin day after day, something which, she now confesses to herself, clashed with his Mauryan traits, especially his love for his brother Bindusara. And ended up stunting Justin's mental,emotional and psychological development for good.

Helena hovers on the brink of admitting to herself that Justin's having been sidelined in the race for the throne was perhaps more her fault than anyone else's. But of course she does not follow this realisation through to its logical conclusion. For were she to do that, her very existence - both mental and emotional - would collapse, for she would become a false prophet in her own eyes.

This said, it would be a very interesting exercise to try and ascertain, as far as possible, exactly why Justin, the elder son, was sidelined and Bindusara chosen to succeed Chandragupta Maurya when he abdicated the throne. My understanding was that it was because Chanakya did not want a half-Greek emperor ruling over Magadha and, eventually, Akhanda Bharat. Both per se, and because he was sure the praja would not accept what would seem to be Unani rule in Pataliputra, entering thru the back door. Are there any other explanations that you know of?

On which intriguing note, let me call a halt for today. Good night!

Shyamala B.Cowsik

Originally posted by: babur1527

Chapter 4: The expedition begins (Page-7): https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/129990549

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Chapter 5: The Rendezvous

Four days have passed since Ashok had departed for Taxilla. The palace felt strangely empty without his presence. Not that Siyamak felt that way anymore. At least he was trying to convince himself not to.

It was hard for Siyamak to deal with the torrents of emotions in his heart. So many things have happened the past year. He has lost everything. Everything he cherished has been crushed to pieces. The world that believed he lived in was nothing but an illusion.

And Siyamak blamed Ashok for everything. At least he wanted to. Or Rajmata Helena wanted him to.

It was easy to blame Ashok. His long lost Bhrata. It was so easy to blame his brother for all the troubles he was facing. Rajmata Helena constantly hounded him trying to etch these words into his mind.

"Ashok will take everything away from you."

He wanted to believe her. But his heart couldn't. Not after all he has been through with Ashok.

He foolishly believed his Bhrata Sushim when he tried to instigate him against Ashok. He later found out from his Pitaji that Ashok was arguing with him to allow Siyamak to participate in the debate competition to decide who will be the Prabhari Raja.

And since then any negative thing that anyone said against Ashok, he took it with a pinch of salt.

At least until he saw Ashok murdering his mother.

Murder. That is what Siyamak would like to call it. But deep down, he knew full well that his mother was a traitor that was trying to kill everyone in his family. To ensure that he, Siyamak ascends the throne of Magadh. Siyamak had a hard time accepting that.

Memories of his mother flooded his mind. Tender memories of her warm embrace, her comforting scent and her sweet lullaby.

But amidst all that Siyamak remembered the venom that his mother harbored for Ashok. He didn't heed it too much at the time. His mentor, Rajkumar Justin always told him to ignore the rants and tantrums of his mother.

Siyamak's heart throbbed painfully. His mentor. His Kaka Justin, was a good man. Despite what the world says, he knew that his Kaka was a good man. He saw Justin fighting to protect him, his mother, and his family. As far as Siyamak knew his Kaka was a valiant man who was unjustly killed. Siyamak didn't care if it was foolish of him to think that way.

Rajmata Helena blamed Ashok for that as well. Why was everyone after Ashok? Siyamak couldn't understand. Ashok was protecting his Acharya from the false accusations of that Rajdrohi Rajaji Raj. He was doing his duty. Ashok did not force Justin to take the blame.

And Siyamak couldn't understand why Justin took the blame upon himself.

Siyamak stood on the balcony looking into the darkness. Tonight it was pitch black. The moon and the stars were absent. The only light was from the torches of the palace. Eerie shadows from the patrolling guards made the scenery morbid and ominous.

Suddenly the guards were not around anymore. Something caught Siyamak's eye. Hooded figures were creeping around the corridor. Siyamak called for the guards. But no one responded.

He quickly grabbed a sword from the rack and ran down the stairs. When he reached the scene it was empty. He kept looking around but they were no where in sight.

"Rajkumar." Siyamak turned to see it was the guards. "Is something the matter?"

"Is something the matter?" Siyamak repeated through gritted teeth. "Where the hell were you?"

The guards looked at one another nervously.

"We went to get a drink. We were thirsty."

"You could have gone one after another!" Siyamak roared. "Do you not know the protocols of being a guard? Who the hell appointed you?!"

The guards hung their head in shame.

"Siyamak."

Siyamak turned to see it was the Rajmata. Siyamak rolled his eyes. Why doesn't she leave me alone? She is so bloody insufferable.

"What is the matter Siyamak?" Helena asked concernedly. "You can tell your Pitamahi."

"Shut up." Siyamak snapped. He turned to the guards. "You!" He said pointing to the guard on the left. "Come with me. And you! Alert all the guards. The palace is possibly infiltrated. Get someone to notify Pitaji as well."

Before Helena could say anything Siyamak stormed off into the passage around the corner of the corridor.

Helena was shocked into absolute silence. The remaining guard bowed to her and then left. She stood there in the corridor like a statue. The silence was deafening. Siyamak's behavior didn't really surprise her. She was never really nice to him. Not while Justin was alive.

Helena suppressed her tears. If only she knew. She would have taken a different approach. And her son would have been alive today.

Helena was not the best mother. Her faux warmth could fool Bindusar into thinking that but Justin was proof that she was a failure as a mother. She was well aware of her shortcomings in this aspect.

She spent the better part of her life as a mother trying to grow venom in Justin's heart. The same venom that she festered because of Chandragupt's cold indifference towards her.

But Justin had inherited more Mauryan traits than she would have liked. Despite Justin's pretensions she knew that he never hated Bindusar. Deep down in his heart Justin dearly loved his younger brother. He had so many chances to kill Bindusar but he never had the heart to do it. Try as Helena did she could not make Justin do it.

And deep inside her mind she wondered if the spiteful nature of her parenting had sapped away Justin's potential.

She wondered if she had instead nurtured Justin with love and helped him focus on developing his own abilities, Justin could have been chosen by Samrat Chandragupt as his successor.

But Helena remembered, that from the offset, Chandragupt's and that insufferable rogue Chanakya's preference was for Bindusar. Despite Justin displaying more talent in his growing years, despite Justin showing more passion towards his princely duties, he was always overlooked in favor of the inferior brother. At least that is what Helena perceived.

Helena shook her head. She needed to gather her guptchar.

An infiltration in the palace? Who is this new enemy?

On the outskirts of Patliputra a lone cart was pulling away unnoticed in the darkness.

Inside Ahankara and Ishwarii were sitting next to each other, black robes pulled around their faces. It was a close call. Acharya Radhagupt had given them a five minute window to sneak out. But Rajkumar Siyamak almost caught them.

"We won't get caught will we?" Ahankara asked worriedly.

"Don't worry." Ishwari said with a sly smile. "Our guptchar will handle everything."

Ahankara nodded. She hoped the girl that was posing as herself in the palace right now does not get discovered.

Radhagupt was waiting outside a well hidden cave with his personal guards. Around them was a dense forest. It was on the southern side of Patliputra. Radhagupt carefully chose this spot for two key reasons. One, it was easier to get Rajkumari Ahanakara there. Two, no one would look for them there. Although it would have been difficult for Senapati Rudra to find that place, Radhagupt's guptchar will make sure that he gets there.

Radhagupt was getting the hang of being in command. Yes, there were times when he took over Acharya Chanakaya's mantle. But this time it was for the long haul.

Radhagupt looked out to the sky. It was ominously void of the moon and the stars. A rare sight in Magadh. Looks like God was favoring him tonight.

Radhagupt turned to see a cart conspicuously rolling out of the forest. A lone lamp illuminated the path ahead of it.

The cart halted before Radhagupt. And two hooded figures stepped down from it.

The driver descended with the lamp and stood next to the two passengers.

"Ishwari." Radhagupt said irately. "What took you so long?"

"I am sorry Acharya." Ishwari said quietly. "Rajkumar Siyamak had spotted us while we were leaving."

Radhagupt clicked his toungue irritably. "Don't tell me he saw your faces."

"I don't think so." Ishwari said assuredly. "We were in our cloaks."

Radhagupt sighed. "Are you okay Rajkumari?"

"I am fine." Ahankara replied, "Has Acharya Rudra arrived?"

"Not yet." Radhagupt replied. "You should go in. Too many people shouldn't gather here right now. All we know Siyamak might have alerted the guards and they are tearing through Patliputra. The Magadh security is on high alert."

"Damn it." Radhagupt muttered as the the two women stepped into the cave. This plan was risky enough as it was. He didn't need the Magadh guards hounding him right now.

It wasn't until the quarter of an hour, that Radhagupt saw the cart he was waiting for hauling through the rugged terrain.

A figure quickly jumped out of it. He grabbed the lamp from the driver and walked up to Radhagupt.

He was younger than Radhagupt expected. Average in height. His facial features were well defined with a strong jaw line indicating his strong build. Like any other warrior in Bharat he had a finely trimmed moustache that framed his mouth. He was donned in the black and grey Ujjaini robes. A decorated sword hung from his belt.

"Senapati Rudra." Radhagupt said heavy voice. "Finally."

"Where is Rani Ahankara?" Rudra asked quietly.

"Inside." Radhagupt replied pointing to the cave. "Shall we?"

Rudra nodded. Radhagupt led him into the cave. His guards trailing him. None of them noticed several figures shadowing them as they entered the cave.

Radhagupt led Rudra and the rest through the passage into the inner sanctum of the cave. At the middle of which Rajkumari Ahankara stood with Ishwari her hood pulled over.

"Your majesty." Rudra croaked as his eyes found Ahankara.

Ahankara bit her lip as tears poured down her face. It was after so long that she was seeing his face. He was her guru. Her solace when her father and mother were busy fretting over courtly matters. After her father ascended the throne of Ujjain her parents rarely spared time for her. They were always busy plotting. Acharya Rudra was always there for her. Acharya Rudra was the one who taught her how to ride a horse, how to fight with shastra. And she was glad he was the one who became the senapati and now regent of Ujjain.

"Acharya..."

"It's alright." Rudra said. "I am here."

"So shall we get to the matter at hand?" Radhagupt asked.

"Of course!" Rudra said menacingly. "Sipahiyo!"

And instantly they were surrounded by Ujjaini soldiers.

"Thank you Acharya Radhagupt." Rudra sneered. "I will take it from here."

Radhagupt sighed. "Damned Ujjanis. Guards!"

And Radhagupt's guards drew their swords as well. And more guptchar came out of their hiding places. Radhagupt's guards outnumbered Rudra's men.

Rudra was taken aback.

"I am not a fool that fumbles in the darkness Senapati Rudra." Radhagupt continued his scowl set on Rudra. "I knew you were going to attempt something as underhanded as this."

Rudra drew his sword. "Doesn't matter. We are taking Rani Ahankara with us no matter what."

"Stop it Acharya!" Ahankara cried.

"Don't worry your majesty." Rudra said advancing towards Radhagupt. "I will free you from these Magadh scum."

Radhagupt stood his ground. As Rudra advanced towards him Radhagupt gestured to his guards to remain standing. Rudra raised his sword.

"ACHARYA STOP!" Ahankara shrieked and ran between Radhagupt and Rudra. She faced Rudra and spread her arms shielding Radhagupt.

Rudra's eyes widened in surprise.

"Why are you protecting these scums your highness?" Rudra spat. "These Magadh people always treated us like trash. They killed your parents. They have imprisoned you and Yuvraj Nakula! Their governors and merchants rob us in broad daylight. And you are protecting them?"

Ahankara didn't cower in front of Rudra's tirade. She responded with even more ferocity.

"I have seen how tyrannic a Mauryan can be first hand Acharya! I have experienced it first hand. Stop treating me like some clueless damsel!"

Rudra's rage faltered. He lowered his sword and it hung by his side. He gaped at Ahankara. "But...then...why?"

"Because I have also seen how just and benevolent a Mauryan can be." Ahankara said simply. "And like you once told me Acharya, we reap what we sow. If we have suffered it is because of what our King and Queen did. If I and my brother have suffered it is because of what my father and mother did."

Rudra took heavy breaths trying to calm himself. "I still don't understand Rani Ahankara. Please...tell me everything. Sipahiyo. Stand down."

Rudra's men lowered their swords. Radhagupt nodded and his guards followed suit. Except for a few that stood close to Radhagupt.

Ahankara then recounted everything that happened over the past few months since the Lakhsagraha incident. Everything. How Sushim turned against her and tried to get her punished. How Ashok intervened and protected her life. How Rani Niharika attempted a siege but then resorted to a peace treaty. Only to attempt another conspiracy. How she, without caring for her daughter gave her away to Rajkumar Sushim. As Ahankara recounted as to how cruelly Sushim had treated her Rudra was shaking with rage. But when she recounted how Ashok was set to sacrifice his life for her Rudra's rage died away.

"...and the same Rajkumar needs our help right now." Ahankara implored to Rudra. "Please. Help him. Please protect him. For me."

Rudra swallowed and looked towards Radhagupt.

"I know what our zamindar have been doing in Ujjain." Radhagupt said quietly. "I know that there are some serious issues that need to be addressed. I promise you. The people of Ujjain will get the rights they deserve. The kingdom of Ujjain will get the honor it deserves. But right now I need you to help me protect the Rajkumar that can get Ujjain all of it."

Rudra looked down contemplating everything that he heard the past few moments. How could Rani Niharika be so heartless. How could she just destroy her daughter's life like that? Rani Ahankara was right. We do reap what we sow. The Magadh government was corrupt.But what is the point of freedom if we become worse than the ones we despise? What was the point of obtaining power if we destroy the lives of those we care for?

"So what is the plan Acharya?" Rudra asked reluctantly. Radhagupt folded his arms and smiled. Ahankara's face lit up with elation.

"I need you to muster your swiftest troops and leave for Taxilla." Radhagupt said "We will discuss the details at a more convenient place."

Rudra nodded. Ahankara's smile widened.

"It's time to return to the palace Rajkumari. We will leave by ones and twos." Radhagupt said quietly. He heard Rudra grumbling behind him. "Ishwari." He called to his diminutive guptchar. "Make sure she returns safely. Undetected." Radhagupt added.

Ishwari nodded.

"I leave her in your hands." Radhagupt said dismissing them. Ahankara said her farewell to her people and swiftly exited the cave.

Rudra sighed. "Well played Acharya Radhagupt. Well played."

Radhagupt smirked. "Oh. The game has just begun."

As Radhagupt waited with the strange band of people he assembled tonight in the cave, he wondered how far Ashok had traversed with his troops.

The Yunani sailors are going on a wild goose chase.

Leave your thoughts below. Hope you enjoyed it.

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Originally posted by: sashashyam

Dear Babur,

I rather like this menacing montage. The reds and oranges and yellows, with brown and black as counterpoints, with the dark avenger in the middle, seem to hint at death and destruction.

That is the kind of the theme I want the readers to imagine. The kind of show I envisaged when I saw the prologue of CAS. It was dark. The hero of the show was destined to fall on the path of darkness. It's one of those stories that everyone can't stop watching.

I am waiting to see what illustration you choose to show Ashoka on the battlefield at Kalinga. Yesterday and today, there were repeated shots of him there, clad in black armour, his arms raised high as he drives his weapon home. And then, as his head comes up and he shakes his hair loose, there is a look of such savage triumph on his unsmiling face and in his eyes that it gives one goose pimples. I had wondered about that moment, the one before the epiphany, whether Mohit Raina could nail it. Now I am sure he can. For me, those shots were the best parts of the episodes, but in the EDT, no one seems to have even noticed them. Not surprising, actually, in an assemblage composed 90% of rudaalis!😉

Nobody is getting hyped up on that scene because the other parts of show were so ridiculous. It's kind of good that there is a rebellion imminent. That is the only thing I am looking forward to for now. But CAS has been known to disappoint. That is also a reason. WE were waiting for Chand Ashok since the leap. Nowhere in sight till now.

OK, now on to business. This chapter falls neatly into two parts, which could not be more different, one from the other-in tone, texture, content,and significance - linked only by two shadowy wraiths, wrapped in black shawls, creeping out of the Pataliputra palace. Both have come out very well, but in ways that are polar opposites. Which is cause for some modest self-congratulation.👏

Let me take the latter first. It could well have been subtitled In praise of Radhagupt. Lacking this subtitle, I shall proceed to do the praising myself!

The denoument of Radhagupt's shrewd demarche with Ahankara runs on expected lines, smoothly and without the least hiccup or hassle. It is like a well oiled machine, silent and efficient.

Thus, the whole sequence within the cave plays out with deceptive simplicity, but there are underwater eddies as well that Radhagupt anticipates and deals with. As when Rudra summons his soldiers to overpower Radhagupt and take Ahankara away from him, only to checkmated by the sudden emergence from the shadows or Radhagupt's men, more in numbers than the Ujjainis.

Radhagupt is clearly not only growing into his role - the contrast between what he was in Chapter 1 and what he is now is marked - but he is beginning to enjoy being in command for the foreseeable future. One has only to see him marshalling his shadowy forces, planning and thinking two steps ahead of the enemy, cool and yet watchful, to realise this.

He deserves to be in command. For this is no novice at the game, but a skilled strategist and tactician, superbly trained by the best in the business. An excellent pupil, now on his own and finding his feet rapidly, for all that the tension of the task at hand at times gets the better of him, as when he snaps at Ishwari for being late at their rendezvous.

Radhagupt understands human nature, and he knows how to handle and manipulate his fellow human beings to the best advantage of Magadha, and for the attainment of his guru's dream of an Akhanda Bharat.

Thus he secures and uses the only weapon that he knows will work against the bull-headed, Magadha-hating Ujjaini Senapati Rudra: Rani Ahankara. His faith in her is not misplaced, for she delivers, and in style. With force, persuasiveness and emotional appeal, plus an unstated air of command that does not brook defiance, despite her evident youth and lack of experience. No wonder that Rudra, after listening to her account of her sufferings at the hands of Sushim and her own mother Niharika, makes an about turn and agrees to do what she and Radhagupt want.

If it had been 2300 years later, Radhagupt and Ahankara would have exchanged a high five as soon as Rudra's back was turned!😉

Your analysis does my efforts justice Shaymala Ji. This chapter was about establishing Radhagupt's strength and Ahankara's immense potential as Ashok's ally. Rudra's loyalty to Ahankara and Ahankara's love for Ashok is an interesting dynamic. I am glad that the scenes were enjoyable to you.

Now for the first part, which is a remarkable essay in psychological analysis of the two most complex and compelling individuals in your star cast: Siyamak and Helena.

You have dissected poor, confused tormented Siyamak with a surgeon's scalpel, and laid bare every passing or lasting emotion that floods thru his being. This should have been the stuff of several soul talks between Siyamak 1, Ashoka's closest friend and well wisher, and Siyamak 2, the later creation of Noor and now of Helena. It is noteworthy that in their constant struggle for the possession of Siyamak's mind and soul, till now, it is Siyamak 1 who comes out on top time and again. Till now.

This is also seen when, at the farewell ceremony before Ashoka sets out on his Takshashila campaign, Siyamak, for all his anger against Ashoka for having killed his mother, asks him to "return safely". But just as the drip, drip, drip of water can wear away even stone, I suppose that over time, the poison instilled in him by his pitamahi spreads and leaches out the residual goodness that is so evident here.

This remains an unexplored arc. I still haven't decided Siyamak's fate as of yet. So it's a bit of a tossup between what the plot requires and how I develop Siyamak. He is definitely between two worlds right now.

The show. Well it pissed on everything we came to love about Siyamak. His bravery and potential at such a young age. He was at one point more skilled than Sushim. And a legitimate contender for the throne in his own right. Not the sly worm that he has been reduced to in the show. I plan to write something different from that. I plan to keep developing him as an honorable warrior.

The Helena angle is an offshoot of your psychoanalysis of Siyamak, but it turns into something not just fascinating, but new as well. This is the description of a Helena who knows that she has been a bad mother. One who always sought to use her own child, Justin, as a weapon, to take vengeance for the wrongs done to her by Chandragupta Maurya, as she perceived it. To do this by steadily injecting verbal poison into the growing Justin day after day, something which, she now confesses to herself, clashed with his Mauryan traits, especially his love for his brother Bindusara. And ended up stunting Justin's mental,emotional and psychological development for good.

Justin remains even now one my favorite CAS characters. The Prince who was unjustly treated and torn between his love for his mother, his wife, his son and his brother. He was a character of nuance. He had done some atrocious deeds but he had redeeming qualities. I was genuinely sad to see his execution. Sad that he is forgotten the way he is in show.

He is great plot device for Helena, Siyamak and Bindusar's development. And I plan to use him well.

Helena hovers on the brink of admitting to herself that Justin's having been sidelined in the race for the throne was perhaps more her fault than anyone else's. But of course she does not follow this realisation through to its logical conclusion. For were she to do that, her very existence - both mental and emotional - would collapse, for she would become a false prophet in her own eyes.

This said, it would be a very interesting exercise to try and ascertain, as far as possible, exactly why Justin, the elder son, was sidelined and Bindusara chosen to succeed Chandragupta Maurya when he abdicated the throne. My understanding was that it was because Chanakya did not want a half-Greek emperor ruling over Magadha and, eventually, Akhanda Bharat. Both per se, and because he was sure the praja would not accept what would seem to be Unani rule in Pataliputra, entering thru the back door. Are there any other explanations that you know of?

Chanakya was a bit of a racist if we judge by modern standards. But his fears and his suspicion against foreign powers wasn't misplaced. At least in this case. Helena in the show remains deeply attached to Yunan. She doesn't care about Bharat as much. She wants to expand the Selucid Empire. Justin provided that opportunity. For whatever reason Chandragupt and Chanakya saw Justin beyond redemption and opted for Bindusar.

Justin and Bindusar has interesting growth patterns in my story. At a younger age Justin did show more promise. Bindusar was hobbled by Helena. A letter from Chandragupt motivates Bindusar and strengthens his resolve so he starts training and playing catch up with his brother and another person whom I will not mention at this point.

Bindusar proves himself to be skilled enough and earn the title of Samrat from Chandragupt with Chanakya's approval. But it wasn't unanimously accepted. More on this in the later chapters. 😆

Thank you Shyamala Ji for such a comprehensive analysis. They are very useful.

Dear Babur,

I write my takes so long and in such detail for 3 reasons.

One, your tale literally demands it. It is not the sort of writing to be admired with Wow! Awesome! Mindblowing! If I have left out some Gen X expressions for deep appreciation, please consider them added in!😉 Plus, our literary sensibilities seem to match to a large extent, so I react to your characters and what happens to them in a way that is close to your own.

Two, this is the only way I know how to analyse a text that deserves it. It is not always an advantage, which is why I say that my posts are an acquired taste, and not for everyone. Which is also why I almost never read any FFs, unless some young friend literally drags me to do so. Here, you did not invite me to read this; I came on my own, for you intrigued me as a person, and I wanted to see how you wrote a historical tale. I congratulate myself on that every day!

Three, your author's comments are very interesting, almost as much as the original text. If you had not responded so seriously to my comments, and at such length, I would have read the whole, but I would have stopped writing anything after the take on Chapter 2.

I have to do these long posts mostly late at night, after the house is quiet and my mother is fast asleep. She is a serious cardiac patient. Then, one of the drugs they give me for my RA is a soporific. Yesterday, something very funny happened. I literally fell asleep halfway thru this post, right at my work table, with my head pillowed on my arm, just as I was beginning the second part about Siyamak and Helena!😉😉I woke up 20 minutes later, got myself some black coffee to clear my head and finished it. I love commenting on your chapters, so it is no strain or hassle, but I have my limitations.

Before I forget, a question that I had about the last chapter. What is the lie that Ashoka tells Bindusara in the prison? The one that Bindusara remembers as he watches Ashoka bidding farewell to Ahankara.

As for the blanking out of that superb scene of Ashoka at the battlefield of Kalinga in the EDT, I feel differently. Amidst all this doom and gloom and the general mess, if there is something striking, it should, to my mind, be noticed and commented upon. Instead of confining oneself to the general lamenting and breast-beating about the shoddy script, mostly the same sentiments voiced again and again. At times at the expense of the facts, as in a comment that the Ashoka-Kaurwaki scene was not shot in a mirror after all. It clearly was so shot; one could see the thumb of the person holding the mirror in the lid of that box.

Oh, well, to each his own. I am more than delighted to have discovered this Ashoka of yours.

To revert, I feel exactly the same as you do about both Siyamak and Justin. A thousand pities that they have both been so distorted. At least Justin died. Siyamak, cast very badly, is here, and will stay for a long while, it seems. Sly worm is spot on!

Shyamala B.Cowsik

Originally posted by: babur1527

Originally posted by: sashashyam

Dear Babur,

I write my takes so long and in such detail for 3 reasons.

One, your tale literally demands it. It is not the sort of writing to be admired with Wow! Awesome! Mindblowing! If I have left out some Gen X expressions for deep appreciation, please consider them added in!😉 Plus, our literary sensibilities seem to match to a large extent, so I react to your characters and what happens to them in a way that is close to your own.

Don't worry. I have realized how much you enjoyed my story. 😆

Two, this is the only way I know how to analyse a text that deserves it. It is not always an advantage, which is why I say that my posts are an acquired taste, and not for everyone. Which is also why I almost never read any FFs, unless some young friend literally drags me to do so. Here, you did not invite me to read this; I came on my own, for you intrigued me as a person, and I wanted to see how you wrote a historical tale. I congratulate myself on that every day!

I am glad you did too. It's refreshing to see an in depth analysis of this fanfic. And thank you for the not so subtle complement. Very flattering. Needless to say Shyamala Ji, your insights are always enjoyable to read. It gives us a small glimpse of your immense experience and knowledge.

Three, your author's comments are very interesting, almost as much as the original text. If you had not responded so seriously to my comments, and at such length, I would have read the whole, but I would have stopped writing anything after the take on Chapter 2.

I have to respond to your efforts. You did take the time to read and review my works. Would have been Bhondusar level blunder on my part not to respond.

I have to do these long posts mostly late at night, after the house is quiet and my mother is fast asleep. She is a serious cardiac patient. Then, one of the drugs they give me for my RA is a soporific. Yesterday, something very funny happened. I literally fell asleep halfway thru this post, right at my work table, with my head pillowed on my arm, just as I was beginning the second part about Siyamak and Helena!😉😉I woke up 20 minutes later, got myself some black coffee to clear my head and finished it. I love commenting on your chapters, so it is no strain or hassle, but I have my limitations.

I am sorry to hear about your mother. God tests us in different ways. May He make it easy for you.

Before I forget, a question that I had about the last chapter. What is the lie that Ashoka tells Bindusara in the prison? The one that Bindusara remembers as he watches Ashoka bidding farewell to Ahankara.

Bindusar asked if Ashok harbored any feelings for Ahankara. And did he actually try to kill his brother. And from the way things have panned out Bindusar obviously realized that he lied. So he is pissed off that his son doesn't trust him enough to listen to him. Would have saved them all a lot of trouble.(Yeah I know who I am talking about. 😆 But my story's Bindusar is different.)

As for the blanking out of that superb scene of Ashoka at the battlefield of Kalinga in the EDT, I feel differently. Amidst all this doom and gloom and the general mess, if there is something striking, it should, to my mind, be noticed and commented upon. Instead of confining oneself to the general lamenting and breast-beating about the shoddy script, mostly the same sentiments voiced again and again. At times at the expense of the facts, as in a comment that the Ashoka-Kaurwaki scene was not shot in a mirror after all. It clearly was so shot; one could see the thumb of the person holding the mirror in the lid of that box.

Oh, well, to each his own. I am more than delighted to have discovered this Ashoka of yours.

Thank you. I enjoy writing this story. Glad that it is entertaining so many forumwasis including a very talented woman with the wisdom of Kautiliya. 😉

To revert, I feel exactly the same as you do about both Siyamak and Justin. A thousand pities that they have both been so distorted. At least Justin died. Siyamak, cast very badly, is here, and will stay for a long while, it seems. Sly worm is spot on!

The only redeeming thing about this show remains Mohit Raina and Ankit inspite of their shortcomings they are doing a good job.

Looking forward to your next review Shyamala Ji. Not so much to the episode tonight though. 😆

Dear Babur,

Yes, it is a slim chapter. But it has the makings of an interesting triptych, or rather a sandwich where the thin filling, with a new facet of our favourite Radhagupt, is as revealing as the solid lower slice, with Ashoka's opening salvo as a commander, directed at his own Senanayaks.

But first let me dispose of the vile perennial, Sushim. At this point in your narrative, he seems to be the sole major character whose personality, inside and outside, is the same as in the show. This is revealing in itself - that Sushim is monochrome, the colour being deep black, like the heart of darkness - unless you are going to give him layers and shades as you proceed.

That, methinks, would be difficult even for you! To me, he seems to be the closest thing to pure evil that one can think up. Even Helena loved Justin and, by extension, Siyamak, and Charumitra loves Sushim. But Sushim, a vicious sadist with a cold desert where his heart should have been, cares for no one and loves no one. When he is frustrated of the prey of choice for his sadism, Ahankara, and has been worsted by his bete noire Ashoka, his rage is like red hot lava. All these elements come out in sharp relief in the opening section.

Incidentally, this brings me to something I am unable to understand. Sushim's henchmen, be they the Mahaamatya or Senapati Sudeshan, or supposed friends like Vasunandan, are always living on the brink of the volcano that is Sushim. He is not only brutal in his anger - all of them must be having his finger marks on their throats perennially! - but is also subject to unpredictable, murderous rages at the slightest pretext, or often no pretext at all. So any of them could fall victim to his sudden fury any time.

Why then do they stick to him so tenaciously? Khallatak once remarks, sotto voce, that were Ashoka to ascend the throne, it would be Chanakya who would dominate, while he, Khallatak, would be consigned to oblivion. But how would it help him if he were to meet his end at Sushim's hands one fine day? The same argument would apply even more strongly to someone like Sudeshan. Why then do they cling to Sushim? Any ideas?

Now for the thin layer of the filling. It may be thin, but it is both tasty and nourishing. You have here brought out a new facet of Radhagupt, that he is a living embodiment of the Serenity Prayer.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference..

What a perfect fit it is for him, is it not? He has both the courage and the intelligence needed to fulfil the life's mission that he has inherited from his guru, Acharya Chanakya: to protect, support and encourage Ashoka, for it is only thru Ashoka that Akhanda Bharat can be realised. He has thus deployed all his guile, his persuasiveness, and his ingenuity to ensure the success of Ashoka's Takshashila campaign.

Incidentally, what was that with a letter from Radhagupt to a Khorasani sardar? Clarification please!

But Radhagupt also has the wisdom to recognise the difference between what he can, and will achieve, and what he cannot. Not because he lacks the intelligence needed, but because he falls short in the influence department. Because there are negative factors beyond his control, like the appointment of a Sushim groupie, Subhao's father, as the Senapati of Ashoka's army, the implications of which are clear to him.

So he tries to quiet his worries and to achieve the serenity that the prayer refers to. That he is not able to do so shows that it is not just his mind that is totally involved in the task of shielding and boosting Ashoka, but his heart as well.

Finally, the opening shots of Ashoka's Takshashila campaign. Which are, perhaps predictably, directed not at the designated enemy, but at his own Senanayaks, many of whom are doubtful of his capabilities as a leader, and at least one, Sudeshan, a Sushim loyalist and Ashoka's Senapati for this campaign, is openly and insultingly hostile.

This whole sequence is beautifully worked out and written. Especially the light, subtle, skilful touch that Ashoka brings to his successful hearts and minds campaign vis a vis all the experienced warhorses bar Sudheshan. Which, incidentally, Radhagupt, who knows his Ashoka, had anticipated, as he tells Ahankara even while highlighting the danger that threatens Ashoka from Sudeshan's anticipated treachery. But not even Radhagupt could have foreseen how fast and how effective Ashoka's charm offensive turns out to be!

To revert, there is the subtle flattery in Ashoka's remarks about the ability of the experienced Senanayaks to take care of the raiders. Then the shrewdness and the ready appeal of his attrition plan for luring Keechak out of his lair. This scheme is courtesy Radhagupt, but the target audience does not know that, and Ashoka's stock with the Senanayaks soars! The quiet, yet decisive firmness with which he tackles Sudeshan's overt insolence, and the unstated but self-assured arrogance of his I am not here just because I am a Prince. I am the Maha Yoddha of Magadh. And I have been chosen by Samrat Bindusar to lead you.

Finally, and perhaps the most important of all, the swift decisiveness of his action plan for saving Assandh. For the one thing a fighting man, be he a simple soldier or a Senanayak, likes is to be told, clearly and decisively, what he has to do and what is expected of him. Nothing riles him so much as indecisiveness in his leader. It is here that Ashoka, despite his extreme youth, his lack of military experience, and his having been elevated to royal status only recently, scores effortlessly.

No wonder that as they file out to get set for the Save Assandh operation, even the greybeards among the Senanayaks automatically address him as Rajkumar Ashoka. He has truly arrived!

Very well conceived, Babur, and a most satisfactory scene. Dil khush ho gaya!

So you see, the sandwich was quite substantial after all!😉

Shyamala B.Cowsik

Originally posted by: babur1527

Chapter 5:https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/130017705

Here is the update. Hope you guys enjoy it. Special thanks to Niki, Ramsha, Shelly, Gargi, Crazyforsarun and Imashkara for continued inspiration.

Chapter 6: The Mole

It was midnight in the palace of Patliputra. Rajkumar...no Yuvraj Sushim was still awake. But inebriated and dizzy.

Sushim was fostering a fondness for Madira. It was a great way to numb his pain and satiate his rage. Pain of being overlooked by his father. And rage towards his younger brother. Ashok.

Ashok the Tuchprani. His prodigious brother has been a thorn by his side the second he showed up. But thankfully that thorn will drown in the seas in just a few days. Information from an unexpected source in form of Amatya Rakshas has been beneficial for him. He did not share it with his Mahamatya yet. After all he had promised his new ally not to.

As long as that Tuchprani was out of his way he was happy.

Which is why he was celebrating. He would have preferred to have some dancing girls around him. But with the Samrat around he will just have to content himself with Madira.

He recently took a sabbatical from his elixir. Because of what happened that night.

He was also drunk that night. Torturing that Rajdrohi was so enjoyable. And when Ashok showed up he had expected that he could hold his own long enough for the guards to arrest Ashok on the charges of attacking him. Later in the court he could accuse Ashok and Ahankara of trying to elope. Ahankara's spirit or whatever was left of it will be crushed as he will make her watch Ashok executed for his alleged actions as Agradhoot. Killing two birds in one stone. But the birds nearly killed him instead.

Hazy details still haunted him. Sushim had to admit that Ashok had surpassed him as a warrior. In a head-on fight he could no longer best his Anuj. In such a short time that Tuchprani accomplished so much. It made his blood boil.

Sushim took another sip from the goblet. Sushim had a hard time keeping his cool whenever he thought of Ashok. And if there was anyone else that infuriated him more it was Ahankara. That putri of the Rajdrohi. She was as good as a Rajdrohi in his eyes.

Sushim smashed the goblet on the floor when memories of what happened the day after Ashok left came back.

Sushim had gone to toy with the Rajdrohi since he was feeling bored. And without Ashok he assumed it would be an easy task.

"You cannot go any further Rajkumar."

"What is the meaning of this?!" Sushim growled at the guard.

"I am sorry Rajkumar," The guard replied. "You are not allowed in this zone until Rajkumari Ahankara's new residence is completed."

"By whose orders?!" Sushim knew the answer as soon as he asked it.

"Samrat Bindusar. He himself said that unless I hear it from him personally I cannot to allow to go into this zone."

Sushim clenched his fists. He felt like hitting the guard.

"What's the matter Yuvraj?"

He turned to see it was Vasunandan and Subhao. Sushim rolled his eyes.

"Is everything okay Rajan?" Subhao squeaked in an eerie imitation of Khalnatak. It made Sushim's rage spike even more.

"An insubordination of the Rajan's wishes?" Vasunandan joined in. "Shall I call Mahamatya to-" Sushim grabbed Vasunandan's neck in a vice grip. The guards and Subhao immediately grabbed his arm and tried to wrest Vasunandan free. It was to no avail. Sushim then saw his mother walking through the corridor. Sushim threw Vasunandan and pushed away the guards. He gave a gasping Vasunandan a murderous glare and then stormed away.

Sushim sat on his chair trying to calm himself. He remembered his mother's words. He should not be wasting in his energy on such trivial matters.

But what was there he could do? He felt caged in the palace. There was nothing worthwhile that he could do. Not while his father was around. He had gotten used to the freedom he had when he was Prabhari Raja.

And now suddenly he was treated like a criminal in his own palace. Sushim smashed his fist on the armrest.

He heard a commotion outside his room. In his drunken state he swayed towards the door. He saw guards running around the palace.

Not another attack. God how many times has it been this year?

He went towards his bed to get his sword. But his fatigue and his drunkenness overtook his senses and he lost consciousness.

On the outskirts of Patliputra the sun was rising. Radhagupt made it back to the cave after seeing off Senapati Rudra. He managed to evade the guards without too much trouble. He entered the now empty sanctum and layed out a mat. The palace knows that he had gone out of town to do Puja for Chanakya. He was going to return tomorrow.

It has been a fruitful night. Radhagupt smiled. He managed to give the specific directions as to where Senapati Rudra will find Ashok if he starts tomorrow. His letter to another Khurasani Sardar had also reached successfully. He had yet to receive a reply.

Radhagupt sat down and leaned on the smooth surface of the cave walls.

Radhagupt furrowed his eyebrow. All this effort that he put has only managed to negate most of the odds of Ashok being killed. Ashok's life was still at threat. He had exhausted every measure possible to protect Ashok. But there were elements that were out of his control. And there were scenarios he couldn't predict. He wasn't Acharya Chanakya. He couldn't plot out a flawless plan. Not because he didn't have faith in his intellect. He just did not have the weight of authority that Acharya Chanakya had in the Magadh court. To plot a flawless plan he needed to control all the pieces of the puzzle. And a key piece was already controlled by someone else.

The Senapati that the Mahamatya chose was Subhao's father.

Unlike Subhao who had warmed up to Ashok, Subhao's father remained a staunch supporter of Rajkumar Sushim. It was difficult to say what instructions the Mahamatya had given to him.

Sudheshan was a crafty man. He would have been a good choice if Rajkumar Sushim had gone as originally planned. But with Ashok going instead it was hard to say how it was going to pan out.

Right now Radhagupt couldn't know what was going to happen. All he could do is hope for the best.

He closed his eyes to take a short rest. Only rest was hard to come by as nightmarish images clouded his mind.

Meanwhile in the forest of Assandh not far from the city.

The Magadh Army was encamped around a lake. In the royal tent Ashok was meeting with his Senapati and Senanayaks. They were standing around the map.

"Rajkumar I thought we were going by the sea route." A Senanayak asked. He was rugged in appearance and lean in build. He had a scar on his left cheek.

"Who told you that we were going to go by the Samudri Marg?" Ashok asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Samrat Bindusar told me." He replied coolly.

"Really?" Ashok decided to let that lie slide for now. "Never mind. We are sticking to the original plan." Ashok replied.

"Why?" He persisted. Ashok frowned. Ever since the journey started Sudheshan has been trying to undermine his command. Trying to drive a wedge between him and the soldiers.

"Because the enemy has found out that we were going to go by sea." Ashok snapped.

Sudheshan grumbled but he didn't ask any more questions. The rest of the Senanayak looked at one another uncomfortably.

"From what our scouts have managed to gather." Ashok continued ignoring Sudheshan. "Keechak has established several outposts all around Sindh. From where they conduct regular raids. We need to destroy all of them before we proceed. Otherwise they may cut off our supplies."

The Senanayaks nodded. One them confidently said. "Since they are raiding parties it should not be too much of a problem."

"Should not be." Ashok replied with a smile. "You guys have been dealing with these kind of raiders before I was born." Ashok joked.

The Senanayaks chuckled. Sudheshan continued scowling.

"Rajkumar Ashok. What is the plan though? Are we going to march into Taxilla? Or do we have to conduct a siege?"

Ashok folded his arms and stroked his chin. "According to Pitaji's instructions we are supposed to march to Taxilla, take control of the city and arrest Keechak. However." Ashok paused. His eyes drifted towards the Yunani region on the map. He remembered Acharya Radhagupt's words.

"It is difficult to say how strong Keechak's Army is." Ashok replied.

"So what is the plan?" Sudheshan snapped. Ashok glared at him.

"I am getting there." Ashok said through gritted teeth. He turned to the Senanayaks.

"We are going to cut off the trade routes to the city and attempt to force a surrender." Ashok said summing up the plan that Acharya Radhagupt outlined.

"Won't the inhabitants suffer even more?" a Senanayak spoke. "Keechak might oppress them even more by increasing taxes."

"If we conduct a siege then he will use the civilians as shields." Ashok replied. "Keechak only cares about the wealth that traders take there because he needs it to fund his mercenaries. We will have the traders conduct the businesses in our captured outposts. Additionally we are going to conduct raids of our own. Frequent enough that Keechak starts sending out his armies. If the raids are effective enough Keechak might lead his army himself to fight a decisive battle."

"So basically we are flushing Keechak out like a rat?" A Senanayak asked excitedly.

"Pretty much." Ashok said confidently. The Senanayak smiled, impressed with the plan.

"But." Sudheshan interrupted. "Can we win when Keechak does decide to come out?"

Ashok looked at Sudheshan coldly.

"I have faith in my Sena." Ashok replied. "Maybe you should too."

"I do have faith in them." Sudheshan sneered. "I just don't have faith in an individual who has been a Prince for only a few days."

Ashok clenched his fist. He walked up to Sudheshan meeting his gaze with ferocity.

"I know you don't accept me as a Rajkumar Sudheshan ji." Ashok said quietly. "I don't expect you to. I don't need you to. I am not here just because I am a Prince. I am the Maha Yoddha of Magadh. And I have been chosen by Samrat Bindusar to lead you. If you cannot respect me, at least respect the orders of our Samrat. That is all I expect from you."

The rest of the Senanayak looked at one another and nodded.

"We like your plan Rajkumar Ashok." One of the elderly Senanayaks spoke. "It is well thought out and entails less risk."

Sudheshan looked livid.Ashok turned towards them and smiled. Shreh should be given to Acharya Radhagupt.

"Rajkumar Ashok!" A guard suddenly burst into the tent. "The city of Assandh is being attacked." Ashok clenched his fists. He has reached all way here. Has he become this powerful?

Ashok turned to his Senanayak and he said in a firm voice.

"Prepare the Sena. We are moving out."

"Senanayak Aadarsh." Ashok turned to his cavalry commander. He was a tall burly man. He wore heavy armor and carried a broad sword. Of all the Senanayaks, Aadarsh has been the most obedient. "I will be leading with you. The Magadh cavalry should be there as soon as possible to minimize the casualties." Aadarsh quietly bowed and left. Ashok turned to address the commanders of the heavy chariot and infantry divisions. "The rest of you march after all of you mobilize. We will camp at Assandh tonight after we drive off the raiders."

"Yes Rajkumar." The Senanayaks said together with a bow.

Ashok then walked to his royal chest. He drew out his grandfather's sword and fastened it around his back. Without another word Ashok then dashed out of the tent. The servants bowed as he went out. Sudheshan stood quietly as the Senanayak followed Rajkumar Ashok.

"I need to let Amatya Khalnatak know." Sudheshan muttered. "The ambush should proceed as planned."

Sudheshan walked out of the tent. When Yuvraj Sushim told him last night that they were going by the Samudri Marg he was naturally surprised. And impressed. It was a bold plan. He didn't realize that the rag Prince was capable of such. He wanted to tell Amatya Khalnatak but he didn't do so on the Yuvraj's request. And now he was glad he didn't. If Ashok was going to proceed by the usual plan. Then they will too.

It's a shame. We will lose so many experienced Yoddha. But small price to pay for the future of Yuvraj Sushim. And of course his Private Army will be getting some much needed practice.

The sky was cloudy. Looks like it was going to rain.

Suddheshan smirked.

So that's why you insisted on the chariots Mahamatya.

Leave your thoughts below. Next update will be up by Monday.

Chapter 7:https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/130222503

Originally posted by: sashashyam

Dear Babur,

Yes, it is a slim chapter. But it has the makings of an interesting triptych, or rather a sandwich where the thin filling, with a new facet of our favourite Radhagupt, is as revealing as the solid lower slice, with Ashoka's opening salvo as a commander, directed at his own Senanayaks.

That is one way to put it. 😆

But first let me dispose of the vile perennial, Sushim. At this point in your narrative, he seems to be the sole major character whose personality, inside and outside, is the same as in the show. This is revealing in itself - that Sushim is monochrome, the colour being deep black, like the heart of darkness - unless you are going to give him layers and shades as you proceed.

I can't re-write his character significantly. The most I could do is tone down the kala tantra and danav part. I reduced the danav side of his character to a metaphorical level.

It is very difficult to write Sushim any other way to be honest. He is evil. The CAS CVs made it painfully obvious.

That, methinks, would be difficult even for you! To me, he seems to be the closest thing to pure evil that one can think up. Even Helena loved Justin and, by extension, Siyamak, and Charumitra loves Sushim. But Sushim, a vicious sadist with a cold desert where his heart should have been, cares for no one and loves no one. When he is frustrated of the prey of choice for his sadism, Ahankara, and has been worsted by his bete noire Ashoka, his rage is like red hot lava. All these elements come out in sharp relief in the opening section.

All I can say to sum up Sushim's personality is, he is a spoiled brat with issues. Lots and lots of issues. He does love someone. His father. That is the only thing that drives his hatred towards Ashok. And he is greedy and ambitious for the throne. This is completely Charumitra's fault similar to Helena. I do plan developing Sushim differently. But at this stage in the story I cannot change too much without making him look too out of character. Unlike Helena, Siyamak and Bindusar for whom I had to make subtle alterations, Sushim's change requires a long term process. His transition will be slow. But he will change for the better. He will remain an antagonist to Ashok. But at least he won't be completely evil.

Incidentally, this brings me to something I am unable to understand. Sushim's henchmen, be they the Mahaamatya or Senapati Sudeshan, or supposed friends like Vasunandan, are always living on the brink of the volcano that is Sushim. He is not only brutal in his anger - all of them must be having his finger marks on their throats perennially! - but is also subject to unpredictable, murderous rages at the slightest pretext, or often no pretext at all. So any of them could fall victim to his sudden fury any time.

Why then do they stick to him so tenaciously? Khallatak once remarks, sotto voce, that were Ashoka to ascend the throne, it would be Chanakya who would dominate, while he, Khallatak, would be consigned to oblivion. But how would it help him if he were to meet his end at Sushim's hands one fine day? The same argument would apply even more strongly to someone like Sudeshan. Why then do they cling to Sushim? Any ideas?

Khallatak's reasoning is simple. He has invested in Sushim too much already to think otherwise. As for the rest they believe Sushim is the ruler that will keep the status quo. And this status quo is you will find out as you delve more into the story. Post Taxilla it is going to be a bit more political than straight up battles.

Now for the thin layer of the filling. It may be thin, but it is both tasty and nourishing. You have here brought out a new facet of Radhagupt, that he is a living embodiment of the Serenity Prayer.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference..

It is perfect. 😆

What a perfect fit it is for him, is it not? He has both the courage and the intelligence needed to fulfil the life's mission that he has inherited from his guru, Acharya Chanakya: to protect, support and encourage Ashoka, for it is only thru Ashoka that Akhanda Bharat can be realised. He has thus deployed all his guile, his persuasiveness, and his ingenuity to ensure the success of Ashoka's Takshashila campaign.

So he tries to quiet his worries and to achieve the serenity that the prayer refers to. That he is not able to do so shows that it is not just his mind that is totally involved in the task of shielding and boosting Ashoka, but his heart as well.

Radhagupt has all the tools necessary to succeed Chanakya. As you pointed out all he lacks is influence. In my story he is 27 or 28. That is the only justification for him being a bit of a green horn in the political space of Magadh.

Incidentally, what was that with a letter from Radhagupt to a Khorasani sardar? Clarification please!

Read on you will find out. 😆

Finally, the opening shots of Ashoka's Takshashila campaign. Which are, perhaps predictably, directed not at the designated enemy, but at his own Senanayaks, many of whom are doubtful of his capabilities as a leader, and at least one, Sudeshan, a Sushim loyalist and Ashoka's Senapati for this campaign, is openly and insultingly hostile.

This whole sequence is beautifully worked out and written. Especially the light, subtle, skilful touch that Ashoka brings to his successful hearts and minds campaign vis a vis all the experienced warhorses bar Sudheshan. Which, incidentally, Radhagupt, who knows his Ashoka, had anticipated, as he tells Ahankara even while highlighting the danger that threatens Ashoka from Sudeshan's anticipated treachery. But not even Radhagupt could have foreseen how fast and how effective Ashoka's charm offensive turns out to be!

To revert, there is the subtle flattery in Ashoka's remarks about the ability of the experienced Senanayaks to take care of the raiders. Then the shrewdness and the ready appeal of his attrition plan for luring Keechak out of his lair. This scheme is courtesy Radhagupt, but the target audience does not know that, and Ashoka's stock with the Senanayaks soars! The quiet, yet decisive firmness with which he tackles Sudeshan's overt insolence, and the unstated but self-assured arrogance of his I am not here just because I am a Prince. I am the Maha Yoddha of Magadh. And I have been chosen by Samrat Bindusar to lead you.

Finally, and perhaps the most important of all, the swift decisiveness of his action plan for saving Assandh. For the one thing a fighting man, be he a simple soldier or a Senanayak, likes is to be told, clearly and decisively, what he has to do and what is expected of him. Nothing riles him so much as indecisiveness in his leader. It is here that Ashoka, despite his extreme youth, his lack of military experience, and his having been elevated to royal status only recently, scores effortlessly.

No wonder that as they file out to get set for the Save Assandh operation, even the greybeards among the Senanayaks automatically address him as Rajkumar Ashoka. He has truly arrived!

Very well conceived, Babur, and a most satisfactory scene. Dil khush ho gaya!

So you see, the sandwich was quite substantial after all!😉

I wasn't sure how to write this at first. But when I started writing the flow came naturally. The soldiers relate to Ashok very well. Unlike Sushim(and to a lesser extent Bindusar and Siyamak) he is not an individual that basks in royalty and luxury. It's more of a behind the scenes thing which I didn't mention here for reasons I forgot.

He likes simple meals and looking after his own materials like the soldiers. And he readily communicates with every personnel. From infantrymen to cavalry men to cooks and cleaners.

Most of the Senanayaks being trained by Akramak is a bonus. And the only senior personnel here being a loyalist of Chanakya is also a bonus. I added this backstory of Akramak reforming the Magadh army after Mir's dismissal to add more substance to Akraramak's character as well as making his untimely demise a much heavier loss to Ashok than it was in the show.

Khallatak only managed to install Sudheshan. He was working on replacing the Senanayaks trained by Akramak. But he neither had the time or good reasons to do it.

These are the reasons why Ashok is able to win the support the soldiers so quickly.

On the other hand, Sushim has support of all the Brahmins and governors. Because he has promised them wealth and autonomy. Khallatak has done well in this regard.

That is what I am going for in this story. The soldiers of Magadh(and other Kingdoms) support Ashok. The Brahmins and senior officials support Sushim. Bar a few exceptions in both instances.

I am kind of excited for the next chapters after the end of Taxilla. Even though I am the one who is writing. 😆

Shyamala B.Cowsik

Here my edit on Ashok leading his Army.
Just did it in a Hurry. Hope its fine.

Posted some edits on another thread.😳

A/N: Dedicated to Niki, Ramsha, Gargi, Mac, Khushi, Nonie, Shailusri, Vidhya, Sri , Tr_eta, Mishi, Niks, Shayamala Ji, Swathi, Spring, Kryztal and Shelly. My dedicated readers and sources of inspiration.

Also Rohini, Medha, Krystal and Kaana. Old loyal CAS viewers who loved Chanakya niti just as much as me.

And finally my bros BB and Shyam who love Dharma and PS more than me.

Chapter 18: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/136249046

Titutlar montage credit: Niki11. A round of applause for her. 👏

Chapter 19: The Aftermath

The night sky was shimmering with the moon and dazzling stars as the wind breezed across the grassy plains. Rajkumar Ashok and his Sena were trodding through the muddy path that lead to the fort. Bhairav was towed behind him with his hands tied. With him was his lone companion that survived the onslaught. Bhairav however was wary of him as much as his captors.

"Please don't kill me!" the lone soldier begged as he was dragged before Ashok who had his sword pointed at Bhairav. "Rajkumar Ashok please! I am a guptchar of Acharya Devrat."

Ashok's eyebrow twitched. "Is that so?" He said without looking at him. "Alright then. If Acharya Devrat vouches for you then I shall spare you. If not. Well. Let's say you will be joining your companions soon." Ashok brushed the dripping blood on his blade with his palm and sheathed it. Bhairav flinched.

"Tie them both up." Ashok barked.

"As you command your highness." Saroj said. "Men fetch the chains!"

Saroj was looking towards the Mauryan Prince curiously. At first he thought that Rajkumar Ashok's emotions had gotten the better of him. But he was calm. Deathly calm. His eyes weren't restless. He wondered what he planned to with Bhairav.

Ashok could see his fort coming into view. Specs of fire in the distance. His heart throbbed painfully as he remembered the fallen soldiers. Your sacrifice won't be in vain my men. I promise you.

Meanwhile in Taxilla

Keechak walked into his room after he had bathed and forced down a hasty meal. The blue linen felt cool against Keechak's torso. A welcome change from wearing the wet and sweaty armor. The smell of the scented candles and rosy flowers wafting across the room was another welcome change from the smell of horses, grime and steel. Keechak spotted Bhamini sitting on the divan looking towards the city that was shining under the dazzling moonlight. Keechak quietly walked towards her.

The smoke had cleared. Keechak could hear his men repairing the walls and cleaning the rubble. The rebellion had almost succeeded. But Nayak had managed to bring things under control.

Keechak looked towards Bhamini. His heart skipped a beat. Bhamini's beauty never failed to take his breath away. And under the moonlight she looked angelic. Keechak moved to touch her face. But Bhamini swatted his hand away. She looked into Keechak's eyes. Her expression was cold and full of hate. Keechak felt as if someone drove a knife into his heart. That cold expression reminded him of his mother's.

"Why Bhamini?" Keechak asked dejectedly. "Why do you treat me like this? I have given you everything a woman can desire. And I wish to give you more. Why do you continue to refuse me?"

Bhamini narrowed her eyes and looked at Keechak incredulously. She shook her head disbelievingly and looked away from Keechak. Keehcak moved in front of Bhamini and knelt before her. Bhamini was taken aback.

"Bhamini." Keechak took her delicate arms into his hands. Bhamini naturally tried to resist but Keechak held on firmly. "You have to answer me today. Why do you avoid me? Why do you treat me with such hatred?"

Bhamini sighed. She looked into Keechak's eyes.

"Why do you even need to ask that Keechak?" She asked. "You are a cruel man who doesn't hesitate to swing his blade against innocent people. You are a ruthless tyrant who oppresses people for no good reason. You are a despot who takes away the rights of people. Even their right to live if you see fit. Even today how many fathers have you slain Keechak? How many brothers and sons have you slain? All for your greed for power. And yet you ask me why I am not loving towards you?"

Keechak let Bhamini go. He swallowed a bile that rose into his throat. He walked towards the rail and looked towards his city.

"Yes. I oppress people. I even kill people. Innocent or not. I don't know. And truth be told. I don't care. I do this all to take what is rightfully mine. The rights that this Samraj had denied me and my family. I do this all to restore the honor of my family."

Bhamini looked towards Keechak. This was the first time she was having a conversation with her husband. As much as it made heart cringe with revulsion, she decided it was time she made Keechak listen to her.

"If you had proven yourself to be a just and compassionate leader people would have given you your rights. Samrat Bindusar was ready to-"

Keechak began laughing. "Samrat Bindusar. What a joke. That title belongs to me Bhamini. That title belongs to my family."

"What makes you think that?" Bhamini said incredulously.

"I am the son of Dhana Nanda." Keechak said turning towards Bhamini. "The Nanda family are the rightful rulers of Magadh."

Bhamini was thunderstruck. Keechak enjoyed the shock and awe that was etched across his wife's face. But it didn't last.

"So what? He was a tyrant who oppressed people as well. Samrat Chandragupt saved people from his tyranny." Bhamini said confidently.

"Oh is that so?" Keechak smirked. "Fair enough that my father was a tyrant. But what did my brothers do to be treated like they were? What did my sister do to be treated like she was? Or do you believe that sly old crook's tall tale that the Nanda family were all evil?"

"I have no reason to believe otherwise." Bhamini scoffed. "You have given me no reason to."

"The world isn't filled with sunshine and rainbows Bhamini." Keechak smirked. "Do you think the ones I oppress won't act any differently when they are given power? If the Maurya family are so just and fair why am I invited by enemy Janpads to lead their rebellions? Huh? Why does support even now flock to my side?"

Bhamini just looked at Keehcak. Lost for words.

"You know it too. There is no peace or justice in Magadh. Do you know why? Because a weakling like Bindusar rules over it. And whose fault is it?" Keechak asked. Bhamini managed to gather her thoughts.

"It's still better than Dhana Nanda." Bhamini said unsurely.

"Is it?" Keechak smirked. Bhamini shook her head. Her cold expression returned.

"And you think you will restore peace and justice?" Bhamini scoffed.

"Don't judge me Bhamini." Keehcak said dismissively. "You don't know what I have to deal with. What I have to struggle against. Power isn't handed on a silver platter. Powerful men have to be ruthless."

"If Samrat Bindusar was ruthless you wouldn't be alive today." Bhamini smirked.

"Maybe so. But maybe he just did it just to spite me. Maybe he did to show himself as a Mahan Samrat." Keechak said stepping closer towards Bhamini who tried backing away.

"You don't know his intentions. You didn't look into his heart."

"Well neither did you!" Keechak said grabbing her shoulders. Bhamini looked fearfully into his eyes. The way he looked at her frightened Bhamini. Keechak's expression suddenly changed.

"There is no such thing as justice Bhamini. And have I ever been cruel to you? Have I ever tried to do anything forcefully to you?" Keechak said dejectedly. His eyes met hers. The despair in his eyes stirred emotion Bhamini's heart.

"I once tried to be the hero." Keechak said letting her go. "I tried everything. I tried to be good. I tried to be compassionate. Nothing was enough for her. Nothing was good enough for him. Everyone is selfish. If you are good to people, they only take advantage of you. Being good makes you weak." Keechak continued sitting down on the divan. "In Rajneeti. Only the strong survive. And only the ruthless succeed. Nobody is your friend. I learned that the hard way." Keehcak said sorrowfully. Keechak felt something warm and tender touch his shoulder. He looked up. His eyes met Bhamini's. Bhamini was looking at him tenderly.

"Why don't we run away from all this then?" Bhamini said quietly. "If the throne demands blood and violence what is the point of engaging in such things?" Keechak looked into the floor. Bhamini sat next to him wrapping her tender hands around Keechak's coarse ones. This small gesture made Keechak's heart well with emotion.

"It's too late Bhamini." Keechak morosely. "It's too late. They won't let me live if I turn back now." Bhamini sighed and rested her head against Keechak's shoulder. Bhamini was tired of the unspoken war between them. She couldn't make head or tail Keechak intentions or motives. But she felt the despair in his heart. And Bhamini realized that deep down maybe, there was good in him.

Keechak felt a lone tear fall down his cheek. He was afraid to move. It felt like a dream. To feel the warmth of the woman he loved after so long, his heart fluttered with joy.

Days later in Magadh

Dharma, Subrasi and Ahankara were sitting on the divan at the gardens. The royal ladies of the other nobles were sitting across them on the other side of the garden with Maharani Charumitra and Rajmata Helena.

Vasunandan was carrying Ahankara's brother Nakul on his back who was giggling as they chased Drupad, Siyamak and Subhao around the patio.

The storm had passed without causing any lasting damage. The citizens the soldiers were working together to repair the buildings and fix the roads. Samrat Bindusar had gone into the town to personally oversee everything.

Dharma sighed and leaned on the divan. They had just finished putting everything in the palace into order. She closed her eyes. Thinking about her son. Or sons. She placed her hand on her belly.

"Rani Dharma, are you okay?" Ahankara asked concernedly. Dharma shook her head and smiled.

"Nothing to worry about putri."

"Alright." Ahankara said returning the smile. "If you need anything just tell me."

Dharma leaned forward and stroked Ahankara's head affectionately. "Thank you putri. You have been such a big help all this time." And she meant it. Her health had fluctuated the past few days. But thankfully Ahankara and Subrasi were there to help her.

"Ashok will be so excited to hear about his brother." Subrasi said looking towards Drupad. But she wasn't talking about Drupad. And Dharma knew it.

"I hope Ashok comes back soon." Ahankara sighed.

"Keeping company of Rajdrohis." Dharma and Ahankara looked up to see it was Maharani Charumitra and Helena. Subrasi looked towards Charumitra incredulously. Charumitra ignored them and turned towards Ahankara.

"And you can't seem to stop talking about Ashok." Charumitra simpered. "You used to be like that for Sushim. Be careful Rani Dharma. She might turn against your son. You can't be sure when her feelings change."

Ahankara scowled. Before Ahankara could retort Dharma spoke.

"Unlike your imbecile son, my son always keeps the goodwill of people." Dharma said coldly.

"Kya matlab?" Charumitra raised her eyebrow.

"Matlab. My son is not cruel and heartless like yours. People reciprocate according to how you treat them." Dharma said standing up. "Have a bit of shame Rani Charumitra. Instead of attacking Ahankara you should go teach your son a lesson about how to treat people with respect."

"Mind your tongue Rani Dharma!" Charumitra said loudly. Dharma stepped closer to Charumitra and said in a low voice.

"Or else what are you going to do Maharani? Resort to tantra?" Charumitra's eyes widened. Her hands shook with fear and rage. So it was you!

"Maharani Charumitra, do not take me for a fool. I am a Brahmin putri." Dharma continued in a low voice making sure no one else heard her. "I may have been raised on the path of Ahimsa. But I have picked up a few things in my time at the palace. One of those is how Maharani Charumitra resorts to black magic to get her way. What would the Samrat say if he found out that his wife broke one of the most stringent laws of Magadh?" Dharma whispered threateningly.

Charumitra couldn't breath as images blurred around her head. She simply turned around and rushed off. Rajmata Helena smiled at Dharma. Impressed.

"So you have finally learned to stand up for yourself." Helena said with a smile.

"I learned from the best." Dharma returned her smile.

"Good. Good." Helena nodded. "I was starting to think that this would be no fun." And with that she walked away.

Subrasi and Ahankara stood up. They walked towards Dharma. "Rani Dharma we should go back to the palace."

Dharma nodded. "Get someone to send for Ishwari."

Ahankara nodded and called an attendant.

Meanwhile in Ashok's fort

Bharaiv was being tied to a post. Ashok, his Senanayaks and Acharya Devrat stood across him. The soldier that was brought with Ashok was also there. He was Devrat's Guptchar, Abhimanyu. He had managed to sneak himself into Keechak's army. But he fell behind with Bhairav's unit. Devrat had sent him with a message to Sudhama. Needless to say Devrat wasn't pleased with Abhimanyu's capture. But Bhairav being caught made up for it. Bhairav being captured alive and brought here in a humiliating manner more than made up for it.

Throughout the week Ashok lead his men as they funeral rites for the fallen and repaired their defenses. More and more people flocked to their side.

As for Bhairav, they interrogated him day and night for information they could use. But Bhairav didn't budge.

Ashok had decided that enough was enough and ordered the soldiers to bring Bhairav to him.

Devrat was curious. What was the Mauryan prodigy planning? An attendant walked towards Ashok and handed him a bow and a quiver full of arrows. Devrat's eyes glinted with amusement as he saw the horror struck Bhairav. Ashok handed the bow and quiver to Acharya Rudra.

"There is something you should know my friend." Rudra said loudly walking towards Bhairav and he fastened the quiver to his back. "I am lousy at Dhanurveda." It was an obvious lie. But the words had immediate effect. Bhairav was frantically straining against the bonds.

"I told you I don't know anything!" Bhairav cried. His legs flailing. Another attendant walked by with a cloth.

"Hey what are you doing?" Bhairav screeched as another attendant came by and placed an apple on his head. "What are you doing?!"

Rudra simply chuckled as the attendant tied the cloth over his eyes.

"Let's play a game Senapati Bhairav." Rudra said drawing his bow. "This game is popular in Magadh apparently. When Rajkumar Ashok told me about this I couldn't resist to give it a try. You and I have the honor to be the first pratiyogitaas of Taxilla."

"No. No. Wait. wait." Bhairav shouted. Rudra released the bowstring and the arrow whistled past Bhairav's ears and struck the wooden post.

"I told you I don't know anything!" Bhairav screamed. Rudra drew his bowstring again. This time the arrow slashed Bhairav's bruised arm. Bhairav holwed in pain.

"OKAY! I WILL TALK! I WILL TALK! For the love of God stop!" Bhairav broke down into tears. Devrat and Saroj were in fits. Ashok simply sighed irately. About damn time.

Rudra took off the blindfold and handed the bow and quiver to the attendant. He nodded towards Rajkumar Ashok who went towards Taxillian soldier who was howling in pain.

"Alright." Ashok said folding his arms. "Talk."

Back in Magadh

Charumitra was rushing through the corridor. She was absolutely livid. Dharma had crossed the line. Rajmata Helena was trying to restrain her. But she ignored him. She couldn't stand it anymore. She had to talk with Bindusar. The second she heard that the Samrat had returned to the palace she took off.

Rajmata Helena smirked. She subtly provoked Charumitra asking her what Dharma said to her continuously. Despite Charumitra trying to avoid the topic she continued probing. After Bindusar returned to the palace she not so subtly remarked how Dharma will spend the night with Bindusar after humiliating Charumitra. All in one day. And that was all Charumitra could take.

The Rajmata of Magadh smiled serenely as she watched Charumitra storm towards Bindusar's room. Ah, you Mauryans are so short tempered.

The guards outside Bindusar's room tried to stop the Maharani. But Charumitra forced her way past them and burst into the room.

Bindusar who had just place his crown on the golden stand looked up to see his Maharani.

"Apologies Samrat." The guards behind her said with a bow. "We tried to stop her."

"It's alright." Bindusar sighed. "Leave us alone." The guards bowed and left. Now that Charumitra was in Bindusar's room. She didn't know what to say. It infuriated her even more.

Bindusar sat down on his bed and looked at his Queen. "What is it Charumitra?"

"Dharma insulted me!" Charumitra blurted out the first thing she could think of. She immediately regretted it watching Bindusar's expression.

"Oh that's a first." Bindusar said derisively. "What did she say exactly?"

Charumitra didn't say anything. Bindusar shook his head. Charumitra finally found the words to speak.

"And you are not any better! You have been ignoring me for weeks! And you sent away our son, your Uttaradhikari in such an ignoble manner. All for a few mistakes he made? And instead you rewarded Ashok with such honor. That same Ashok who instigated chaos in your Kingdom and tried to murder your son! How could you-"

Bindusar's smouldering gaze terrified her into silence. They could hear the curtains rustling against the pillars.

Bindusar sighed. He reached the table next to his bed. He opened the drawer and drew out a scroll. Charumitra swallowed looked nervously at Bindusar who was fiddling with the scroll.

"Do you know what this is Maharani?" Bindusar asked his wife. Charumitra looked towards it curiously. "This is the will I penned before I left for Ujjain." Charumitra's eyes widened in shock.

"I had designated Rajkumar Sushim as Yuvraj. Rajkumar Ashok as Uparaja. And Rajkumar Siyamak as the future Senapati." Bindusar said looking into Charumitra's eyes. Charumitra was lost for words.

"But as things are Maharani Charumitra I am wondering whether I should change my will or not." Bindusar said looking away from her. Charumitra felt her stomach drop.

"I am considering to appoint Rajkumar Ashok as Yuvraj instead." Bindusar said firmly. Charumitra once again lost her cool.

"You cannot do that Bindusar! You cannot take away my son's right!" Charumitra

"He is my son too! And mind your tone. I am the Samrat of Magadh first and then your husband!" Bindusar barked. "And if you are wondering why I have been treating you the way I am just think about what you have done till now. And you will know your answer. And it's not me who is distancing you Charumitra. It's you who is distancing me. You seem to grow selfish day by day. The first thing you say to me when I voice my thoughts about changing the Yuvraj, is I am taking away your son's right. Is he not my son too? Do you think I am not considering his future either? Do you think that I don't love him?"

Charumitra realized what Bindusar was saying. She tried to amend her words. "He is your Jesht putra! How could you even consider it?!"

"I have to. This decision affects the future of my dynasty. This will decide the future of Magadh. The way Sushim is right now, I don't want him to meet the same fate as that of Dhana Nanda." Bindusar said grimly. "And I am well aware of the possible repercussions of my decisions. If I appoint Ashok as Yuvraj the venom and hatred in Sushim's heart will only keep growing. And you Maharani will only fuel it." Bindusar said looking into Charumitra.

"Kya matlab?" Charumitra asked.

"Ever since Ashok came to this palace you have shown nothing but hatred and disapproval for him. You have done nothing to assuage the anger or hatred that Sushim has towards Ashok. Not one thing. If my Ma Rajmata Helena of all people couldn't stop Bhrata Justin letting his hatred and jealousy consume him, I have no reasons to believe that Sushim won't take the same path as my Bhrata if I declare Ashok Yuvraj." Bindusar stood up.

"I do not wish to make the same mistake as my father. But if Sushim doesn't change his ways he leaves me little choice." Bindusar finished.

"I never realized that a father could disregard his son so cruelly." Charumitra said angrily.

"This does not concern our son alone! How many times do I have to say it? This is about Magadh! I have to take the best possible decision for my people! I have to do my duty as the Samrat of Magadh." Bindusar said heatedly.

"You are a hypocrite Bindusar!" Charumitra screeched. "You claim to love your son but you cast him away for only a few mistakes? Do you think you are perfect? You made a lot of mistakes too! Do you think your father-" Charumitra stopped talking when she saw the dark look in Bindusar's eyes.

"Who are you calling a hypocrite Maharani Charumitra? Who are you to call anyone a hypocrite?" Bindusar growled threateningly towering over Charumitra. The venom that Charumitra spilled had stung a sore spot.

"Who are you accuse me of not loving my son? Look at yourself first. When I came back to the capital 15 years ago after nearly dying I was expecting to be greeted by the loving arms of my beloved wife. But what does she say the second she sees me?" Bindusar asks.

Charumitra could only look at Bindusar stricken with fear.

"She talks of Magadh's Uttaradhikari! She doesn't say that Sushim didn't lose his father. She didn't say I didn't lose my love! She said that Magadh's Uttaradhikari's future was safe! Didn't she Maharani Charumitra?"

Charumitra lowered her gaze. The anger that she felt was long gone.

"Kam se kam Nur ne mujhse prem karne ki koshish ki. It was foolishness on my part to not consider her feelings. I made a lot of mistakes which we all had to pay for. I admit it." Bindusar said turning away from Charumitra.

"But unlike Noor you never tried Maharani Charumitra. You never tried to simply spend time with me out of affection. You were always worried about your power and your position. Even now. When Magadh is threatened by enemies everywhere. Even now when the weight and burden of responsibilities are piling on my shoulders, instead of trying to understand my struggles you are thinking of yourself and your son."

Charumitra couldn't say anything. Tears were falling down her eyes. Everything that Bindusar said was true.

"Do you know what is the most tragic thing about my life? My first love never understood me." Bindusar turned to face Charumitra as she looked up. "And I honestly doubt that she ever will." Bindusar said. His deflated expression reflecting his pain.

"S-Samrat." Charumitra said raising her arm.

"You can leave." Bindusar said turning his back on her. Charumitra reached out to her husband in vain. She knew that she had gone too far today. She held her mouth restraining the sob that came out and walked out of the room. She barely noticed Subrasi as she walked through the corridors. The good natured woman called for her. But she ignored her.

She didn't feel any less angry at Dharma. Or any less hatred towards Ashok. But the words Bindusar said drowned out everything else she was feeling. Charumitra couldn't bear the pain.

Meanwhile at the Fort

Ashok was sitting with Rudra in his room. It was near sunset. The wooden furnishings glowed exquisitely as the sun rays reflected off them.

Bhairav had relayed some interesting information to them. A large caravan of weaponry and coins was on it's way to Taxilla.

Ashok had instructed Devrat to summon all the rebel leaders. Acharya Radhagupt had managed to convince the King of Mathura who was on his way with a hundred elephants. Much needed reinforcements for the Magadh army. The messenger from Radhagupt also told him that a Khurasani contingent was on it's way.

"Acharya Rudra." Ashok said hesitantly.

"Yes?" Rudra asked.

"You have seen Keechak fight?" Ashok asked. Rudra nodded.

"If you still intend on taking on Keechak." Rudra said quietly. "I will not stop you. However..."

"How can I beat him?"

"You can't." Rudra said bluntly. "Size, power, skill and experience. He outclasses you in every aspect that defines a warrior's prowess. Neither I nor Saroj can beat him either. If you have any advantage over him. It's speed. That too is negligible in my opinion."

"So what I do? I need to beat him!" Ashok said loudly.

"The only way you can beat him is if you outnumber him by attacking him with soldiers." Ashok turned to see Devrat coming in.

"Isn't that underhanded?" Ashok asked. "It goes against the code of Shurveer!"

"Keechak isn't a Shurveer. You have seen how he killed Aadarsh." Devrat said calmly. "And what Shurveerta are you talking about Rajkumar Ashok? We are talking about trying to kill someone. There is nothing honorable or glorious in that."

"What do you mean?" Rudra said looking towards Devrat. Ashok felt annoyed by Devrat's words.

"Then why are we fighting?" Ashok asked. Devrat sighed.

"The battlefield is no place of valor or honor." Devrat began. "We are all killers. Dono paksho mei sirf ek hi antar hai. Aur woh hai Dharm aur Adharm. If Lord Krishna didn't have any qualms resorting to underhanded tactics then why should you? Kya neeti sikha apne Acharya Chanakya se? Everything is fair in war. The only thing that matters is victory of Dharm over Adharm."

Devrat looked into Ashok's eyes. "If Krishna and the Pandavas had obsessed with Shurveerta then Duryodhan would have won."

Ashok pondered over Devrat's words. Once again he remembered what his father told him.

"Rajkumar Ashok," Devrat said earnestly. "I know you want to avenge Aadarsh and Bhim Ji and honor their memory by beating Keechak fair and square. But I urge you to think like a leader instead of a Yoddha. Don't be like your father. Your father remains a warrior at heart. That is why he will never surpass Chandragupt Maurya."

The words stung Ashok. But he knew there was an element of truth in them.

"Rajkumar Ashok you have to be ruthless and cunning." Devrat persisted. "Luck and momentum is on our side. We must make the most of every chance we get."

After a long while Ashok slowly nodded as he grasped Devrat's words. "Alright. Are all the leaders here?"

"They are waiting for you in the council room." Devrat said curtly.

"Acharya Rudra." Ashok said looking towards the Ujjaini regent. "I am appointing you as Senapati from here on out."

Rudra grinned. "Saroj won't be happy."

"Well don't just go bragging to him now." Ashok said as he walked out the door.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Rudra said nonchalantly following Ashok out the door with Devrat just behind him. Devrat smiled and shook his head. Honestly these guys.

That evening in Patliputra.

Siyamak, Vasunandan and Subhao were walking along the corridor. They had just left Rajkumari Ahankara and her brother at their room.

"It has been a busy week. Eh? Vasunandan asked.

"Yeah." Subhao yawned. "I am going to sleep like a horse tonight.

"You always do." Vasunandan said slyly. "The whole palace knows it."

"Shut up." Subhao snapped.

"When do you think Bhrata Ashok is coming back?" Siyamak asked. Vasunandan sighed.

"I don't know your highness."

"Could be a while." Subhao added. "But when he does we are going to Assandh again right?"

"Give it a rest you buffoon." Vasunandan said dryly. "Getting ahead of yourself here."

"Did I miss something?" Siyamak asked bemusedly.

"Subao here is missing Nalini." Vasunandan said elbowing his friend.

"I am not. I just like the weather there. The trees flowing in the breeze."

"And Nalini's flowing hair." Vasunandan said slyly.

"Shut up you oaf!" Subhao said slapping Vasunandan's shoulder.

"Speak for yourself you uncivilized buffoon!" Vasunandan replied shoving Subhao. Siyamak cut in.

"Did you guys hear something?" Siyamak asked them, his eyes frantically scanning the perimeter. He thought he heard footsteps of men and the sound of drawing swords.

And sure enough they saw a group of men clad in black rushing towards them swords raised.

"How many times has it been this year?" Vasunandan remarked wryly.

"RUN!" Siyamak shouted.

Bindusar was lying in bed with Subrasi as he heard the commotion outside. A guard burst into his room. Bindusar threw the blanket over his wife.

"Samrat! We are under attack!" Bindusar got out of bed.

"Get Dharma and everyone into the safe room!" He ordered the guard as he drew out his sword. The guard bowed and left.

"Damn it." Bindusar cursed. Subrasi got out of bed and pulled on her shawl. Bindusar took her hand and walked out the door.

Under attack again. What the hell do I pay my watchmen for?