Standard pictures of Muslims en masse, bowing down to pray--the very footage that was often used to show the piety of Muslim populations. But now, framed as Virlomi had framed it, the images seemed to be those of puppets, acting in unison out of fear.
Her face reappeared on the screen. "Caliph Alai: We welcomed your armies as liberators. We sabotaged and spied and blocked Chinese supply routes to help you defeat our enemy. But your followers seem to think they conquered India rather than liberating us. You did not conquer India. You will never conquer India."
Now there was new footage: Ragged Indian peasants bearing modern Chinese arms, marching like old-fashioned soldiers.
"We have no need of false Muslim soldiers. We have no need of false Muslim teachers. We will never accept any Muslim presence on Indian soil until Islam becomes a true religion and allows people the freedom to choose not to be Muslim, without any penalty."
Virlomi's face again. "Do you think your mighty armies can conquer India? Then you do not know the power of God, for God will always help those who defend their homeland. Any Muslim that we kill on Indian soil will go straight to hell, for he does not serve God, he serves Shaitan. Any imam who tells you otherwise is a liar and a shaitan himself. If you obey him, you will be condemned. Be true Muslims and go home to your families and live at peace, and let us live in peace with our own families, in our own land."
Her face looked calm and sweet as she uttered these condemnations and threats. Now she smiled. Peter thought she must have practiced the smile for hours, for days in front of a mirror, because she absolutely looked like a god, even though he had never seen a god and did not know how one should look. She was radiant. Was it a trick of the light?
"My blessing upon India. I bless the Great Wall of India. I bless the soldiers who fight for India. I bless the farmers who feed India. I bless the women who give birth to India and raise India to manhood and womanhood. I bless the great powers of the Earth who unite to help us regain our stolen freedom. I bless the Indians of Pakistan who have embraced the false religion of Islam: Make your religion true by going home and letting us choose not to be Muslim. Then we will live at peace with you, and God will bless you.
"My blessing above all blessings on Caliph Alai. O noble of heart, prove that I am wrong. Make Islam a true religion by giving freedom to all Muslims. Only when Muslims can choose not to be Muslims are there any Muslims on Earth. Set your people free to serve God instead of being captives of fear and hate. If you are not the conqueror of India, then you will be the friend of India. But if you intend to be the conqueror of India, then you will make yourself nothing in the eyes of God."
Great tears rolled out of her eyes and down her cheeks. This was all done in a single take, so the tears were real enough. What an actress, thought Peter.
"Oh, Caliph Alai, how I long to embrace you as a brother and friend. Why do your servants make war on me?"
She made a strange series of movements with her hands, then drew three fingers backhanded across her forehead.
"I am Mother India," she said. "Fight for me, my children."
Her image remained on the screen as all motion stopped.
Peter looked from B
ean to Petra and back again. "So my question is simple enough. Is she insane? Does she really believe she's a god? And will this work?"
"What was that business at the end, with the fingers on her forehead?" asked Bean.
"She was drawing the mark of Shiva the Destroyer on her forehead," said Peter. "It was a call to war." He sighed. "They'll be destroyed."
"Who?" said Petra.
"Her followers," said Peter.
"Alai won't let them," said Bean.
"If he tries to stop them, he'll fail," said Peter. "Which may be what she wants."
"No," said Petra. "Don't you see? The Muslim occupation of India absolutely counts on supplying their armies from Indian produce and Indian revenues. But Shiva will be there first. They'll destroy their own crops rather than let the Muslims have it."
"Then they'll die in famine," said Peter.
"And they'll absorb many bullets," said Petra, "and beheaded Hindu bodies will litter the ground. But then the Muslims will run out of bullets and they'll discover that they can't get more because the roads are blocked. And for every Hindu they killed, there will be ten more to overwhelm them with their bare hands. Virlomi understands her nation. Her people."
"And all of this you understand," said Peter, "because you were a prisoner in India for a few months?"
"India has never been led into war by a god," said Petra. "India has never gone to war with perfect unity."
"A guerrilla war," insisted Peter.
"You'll see," said Petra. "Virlomi knows what she's doing."
"She wasn't even part of Ender's Jeesh," said Peter. "Alai was. So he's smarter, right?"
Petra and Bean looked at each other.