“So you fear that they will think the Caliph is ineffective.”

“They expected you to spread Islam throughout the world. Instead, you seem to be losing ground. The very fact that Armenia cannot be the source of a serious invasion also means that it’s a safe place to take some limited action that will assure the people that the Caliphate is still watching over Islam.”

“And how many men should die for this?” said Alai.

“For the continued unity of the Muslim people?” asked Musafi. “As many as love God.”

“There’s wisdom in this,” said Alai. “But the Muslim people are not the only people in the world. Outside of Islam, Armenia is perceived as a heroic victim nation. Isn’t there a chance that any kind of action in Armenia will be seen as proof that Islam is expanding, just as Martel charges? Then what happens to the Muslim minorities in Europe?”

Virlomi leaned forward, looking each of the counselors boldly in the face, as if she had authority at this table. Her stance was more aggressive than Alai ever showed to his friends. But then, these were not her friends. “You care about unity?”

“It’s always been a problem in the Muslim world,” said Alamandar. Some of the men chuckled.

“The ‘Free People’ can’t invade us because we’re more powerful than they are at any point where they might attack,” said Virlomi. “Is our goal to unite the world under the leadership of Caliph Alai? Then our great rival is not Peter Wiggin. It’s Han Tzu. He came to me with plots against Caliph Alai. He proposed marriage with me, so India and China could unite against Islam.”

“When was this?” asked Musafi.

Alai understood why he was asking. “It was before Virlomi and I even considered marriage, Musafi. My wife has behaved with perfect propriety.”

Musafi was satisfied; Virlomi showed no sign that she even cared what the interruption had been about. “You don’t fight wars to enhance domestic unity—to do that, you pursue economic policies that make your people fat and rich. Wars are fought to create safety, to expand borders, and to eliminate future dangers. Han Tzu is such a danger.”

“Since he has taken office,” said Thorn, “Han Tzu has taken no aggressive action. He has been conciliatory with all his neighbors. He even sent home the Indian prime minister, didn’t he?”

“That was no conciliatory gesture,” said Virlomi.

“The expansionist Snow Tiger is gone, his policies failed. We have nothing to fear from China,” said Thorn.

He had gone too far, and everyone at the table knew it. It was one thing to make suggestions, and quite another to flatly contradict Virlomi.

Pointedly, Virlomi sat back and looked at Alai, waiting for him to take action against the offender.

But Thorn had earned his nickname because he would say uncomfortable truths. Nor did Alai intend to start banishing advisers from his council just because Virlomi was annoyed with them. “Once again, our friend Thorn proves that his name is well chosen. And once again, we forgive him for his bluntness—or should I say, sharpness?”