Chapters (60)
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Discover the Series You Can’t Put Down …
- PROLOGUE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Other Books By
- About the Publisher
‘But it was clear that his glory days were over. He was facing more and more rebellion among his own men, whom he could barely control any longer, while at the same time he was getting reports that the garrisons he’d left behind in Bactria were falling apart, thousands deserting their posts. His mental health was declining badly, and he suffered from depression and mania. His last journey was down the coast into Babylon, where his chickens finally came home to roost and he died at the tender age of thirty-two. Some say he was poisoned, but it’s more likely he’d just worn himself out.’
Madison shrugged. ‘Who knows? Maybe if he’d never come to Afghanistan at all, if he hadn’t taken it upon himself to chase after Bessus for the sake of pride or whatever it was that drove him, things might have gone very differently. That’s what Dad believed, that it was the land itself that killed Alexander.’
‘And afterwards?’ Ben asked.
‘Oh, the Greeks hung around here for a while, but with Alexander gone they became more and more divided against each other, until after nearly two centuries of infighting they were eventually so weak that in about 145 BC they were driven out by nomadic invaders from the north, who plundered most of the booty that Alexander had brought with him from the conquest of Persia. From that point onwards, the place passed through so many different hands it’d make your head spin. The Parthian Empire of the first century BC gave way to the Buddhist Kushan Empire of the first century AD. They lasted a while before they were overthrown by the Sassanids in the third century. Then you’ve got the Kidenites, the Hephthralites, the Turk Shahi of the seventh century who brought Buddhism back, then the Hindu Shah dynasty who brought Hinduism.’
‘I could never remember all this stuff,’ Wolf said in amazed admiration. ‘How do you do it?’
Madison sipped some more beer. ‘Just a natural born genius, I guess. Or else maybe I inherited Dad’s mnemonic ability for storing all kinds of useless information.’ She went on, ‘Next, Islam appeared in the seventh century and became dominant here for a long time, until the Mongol hordes under Genghis Khan swept through during the thirteenth century and laid waste to everything in sight. The Mongol conqueror Tamerlane was in charge in the fourteenth century, then Babur in the sixteenth. And on it goes. The Hotak Dynasty, the Durrani Empire of the eighteenth century, the Barazaki Dynasty and a whole host of temporary rulers, tribal warlords setting themselves up as emirs and governors.’
‘And in the middle of all that, the British came,’ Ben said.