The Eisenhorn TrilogyXenos(科幻战争)-第21章

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　his　robed　and
hooded　acolytes　murmured　prayers　of　grace　and　deliverance；　Inquisitor　Lyko　set　down　his　plasma　gun。
'The　Emperor　will　thank　you；　Lyko；'　I　said。
He　glanced　round；　seeing　me　for　the　first　time。　'Eisenhorn。'　He　nodded。　His　narrow　face　was　lined　and　taut　and　his　blue　eyes　hooded。
He　was　only　about　fifty　years　old　sidereal；　a　mere　youth　by　inquisitional　standards。　Young　enough　for　his　promising　career　to　survive
the　way　this　day's　atrocity　would　tarnish　his　achievement　on　Dolsene。
'I　do　not　serve　the　Emperor　for　his　gratitude。　I　do　it　for　the　glory　of　the　Imperium。'
'Quite　so；'　I　said。　I　looked　back　at　the　molten　heat　that　had　been　our　quarry。　It　mattered　little　to　me　that　I'd　made　this　opportunity　for
Lyko。　He　could　take　the　glory。　I　didn't　care。　The　escape　of　the　psykers　had　stolen　much　of　the　glory　he　had　received　of　late。　Hunting
them　down　was　the　only　way　he　could　make　amends。
PLANETWIDE；　THERE　WAS　some　sense　of　rejoicing　when　it　was　announced　that　Lord　Commander　Helican　had　survived　the　carnage
unscathed；　and　that　Warmaster　Honorius　would　live。　That　announcement　came　on　the　sixth　day　of　unrest；　by　which　time　the　Imperial
authorities　had　begun　to　reimpose　order　on　the　stricken　citizens　of　Thracian　Primaris。　But　it　helped。　Common　folk　who　assumed

themselves　to　be　lost　were　calmed　into　believing　law　was　back　in　the　hands　of　the　great　and　good。　Panics　died　away。　Arbites　units
unleashed　their　last　few　suppression　raids　against　the　die…hard　recidivist　looters　in　the　lowhabs。
My　own　spirits　were　not　much　lifted。　For　a　start　I　was　privy　to　the　confidential　fact　that　Lord　Commander　Helican　had　actually　died
screaming　and　shitting　himself　under　a　crash…diving　Imperial　Navy　Lightning　on　the　Avenue　of　the　Victor　Bellum。　A　double　had　been
arranged　by　the　Ecclesiarchy　and　the　Helican　Senatorum；　and　that　double　continued　to　act　in　his　place　until；　several　years　later；　he
''died　naturally　of　old　age''　and　a　successor　was　established　in　less…turbulent　circumstances。
I　can　speak　of　that　public　deceit　now　in　this　private　record；　but　at　the　time；　communicating　that　secret　was　a　death…crime　for　even　the
highest　lord　of　the　Imperium。　I　was　not　about　to　break　that　confidence。　I　am　an　inquisitor　and　I　understand　how　fundamental　it　is　to
maintain　public　order。
IN　ADDITION　TO　fatigue　and　the　pain　of　my　wounds；　what　darkened　my　mood　was　the　news　about　Gideon　Ravenor。　Now；　of　course；　we
all　understand　what　a　priceless　and　brilliant　contribution　he　was　to　make　to　Imperial　learning；　and　how　that　would　never　have
happened　if　he　had　not　been　confined　to　a　life　of　mental　rumination。
But　back　then；　in　that　stinking　hospice　ward　off　the　Street　of　Prescients；　all　I　saw　was　a　young　man；　burned　and　crippled　and
physically　paralysed；　a　brilliant　inquisitor　ruined　before　he　could　fulfill　his　potential。
Ravenor；　in　the　eyes　of　some；　had　been　lucky。　He　had　not　been　amongst　the　one　hundred　and　ninety…eight　Inquisition　personnel　killed
outright　by　the　crashing　fighter　that　fell　into　the　Great　Triumph　beyond　the　Spatian　Gate。
He；　like　fifty　others；　had　been　caught　on　the　edge　of　the　explosion　and　lived。
My　pupil　was　barely　recognisable。　A　blood…wet　bundle　of　charred　flesh。　One　hundred　per　cent　burns。　Blind；　deaf；　mute；　his　face　so
melted　that　an　incision　had　been　made　in　the　fused　meat　where　his　mouth　should　have　been　so　he　could　breathe。
The　loss　touched　me　acutely。　The　waste　even　more。　Gideon　Ravenor　had　been　the　greatest；　most　promising　pupil　I　had　ever　taught。　I
stood　by　his　plastic…sheeted　cot；　listening　to　the　suck　and　drool　of　his　ventilator　and　fluid　drains　and　remembered　what　Commodus
Voke　had　said　in　the　arbites　sector　house　on　Blammerside　Street。
'I　will　make　amends。　I　will　not　rest　until　every　one　of　these　wretches　is　destroyed　and　order　restored。　And　then　I　will　not　rest　until　I
find　who　and　what　was　behind　it。'
Right　then；　there；　for　Ravenor's　sake；　I　made　that　promise　to　myself　too。
At　that　time；　I　had　little　idea　what　that　would　mean　or　where　it　would　take　me。
I　RETURNED　TO　the　Ocean　House　at　last　on　what　would　have　been　the　ninth　and　final　day　of　the　Holy　Novena。　There　was　no　one　to
greet　me；　and　the　place　seemed　empty　and　forlorn。
I　stalked　into　my　study；　poured　a　too…large　measure　of　vintage　amasec　and　flopped　down　into　an　armchair。　It　felt　like　an　eternity　since
I　had　sat　here　with　Titus　Endor；　worrying　over　speculations　that　seemed　now　so　insignificant　and　remote。
A　door　opened。　From　the　instant　chill　in　the　air；　I　knew　at　once　it　was　Bequin。
'We　didn't　know　you'd　returned；　Gregor。'
'Well；　I　have；　Alizebeth。'
'So　I　see。　Are　you　alright？'
I　shrugged。　'Where　is　everybody？'
'When　the…'　she　paused；　considering　her　words。　'When　the　tragedy　occurred；　there　was　a　great　public　commotion。　Jarat　and　Kircher
took　the　staff　into　the　secure　bunkers　for　safety；　and　I　locked　myself　away　with　the　Distaff　in　the　west　wing；　waiting；　hoping　for　your
call。'
'Channels　were　out。'
'Yes。　For　eight　days。'
'But　everyone　is　safe？'
'Yes。'
I　leaned　out　of　my　chair　and　looked　at　her。　Her　face　was　pale　and　drawn　from　too　many　nights　of　fear。
'Where's　Aemos？'
'Outside；　with　Betancore；　Kircher　and　Nayl。　Von　Baigg's　around　too。　Is…　is　it　true　what　we've　heard　about　Gideon？'
'Alizebeth…　it's…'
She　crouched　down　and　put　her　arms　around　me。　It　is　difficult　for　a　psyker　to　be　hugged　by　an　untouchable；　no　matter　how　long　and
close　their　personal　history。　But　her　intentions　were　good；　and　I　tolerated　the　contact　for　as　long　as　seemed　polite。　When　I　gently
pushed　her　back；　I　said；　'Send　them　in。　In　fact；　send　everyone　in　here。'
'They　won't　all　fit；　Gregor。'
'The　sea　terrace；　then。　One　last　time。'
SITTING　OR　STANDING　around　in　the　lime　glow　of　the　sea　terrace；　the　numerous　members　of　my　faithful　band　looked　at　me　expectantly。
The　place　was　packed。　Jarat　had　fussed　around；　bringing　out　drinks　and　sweetmeats　until　I　had　pressed　a　glass　of　amasec　into　her
gnarled　hands　and　forced　her　down　into　a　chair。
'I'm　closing　the　Ocean　House；'　I　said。
There　was　a　murmur。

'I'm　retaining　the　lease；　but　I　have　little　wish　to　live　here　any　more。　In　fact；　I　have　little　wish　to　be　on　Thracian　any　more。　Not　after
this…　Holy　Novena。　There　seems　no　point　maintaining　a　staff　here。'
'But；　sir；　the　library？'　Psullus　said　from　the　back。
I　held　up　a　finger。
'I　will　take　up　a　contract　arrangement　with　one　of　the　hive　accommodation　bureaux　to　keep　the　house　in　working　order　with　servitors。
Who　knows；　sometime　I　might　have　need　of　a　place　here　again。'
I　refilled　my　glass　before　turning　back。
'But　I　wish　to　move　my　centre　of　operations。　It's　compromised；　if　nothing　else。'
At　that；　Jubal　Kircher　looked　into　his　cit…juice　uncomfortably。
'I　wish　to　relocate　the　household　to　the　estate　on　Gudran。　Its　environment　suits　me　better　than　this…　hive…hell。　Jarat；　you　and　Kircher
will　supervise　the　packing　and　organisation　for　the　move。　I　would　like　you　to　undertake　the　duties　of　head　of　household　at　the　Gudrun
estate；　if　you　are　willing。　I　realise　you　have　never　been　off　Thracian。'
She　sat　forward；　her　eyebrows　raised；　considering　this　sudden　change　to　her　life。　'I…　I　would　be　honoured　to　do　so；　sir；'　she　said。
'I'm　pleased。　The　country　air　will　do　you　good。　The　estate　is　managed　by　a　caretaker　staff；　so　I'll　need　a　good　housekeeper；　and　a　good
chief　of　house　security。　Jubal…　I'd　like　you　to　consider　that　job。'
'Thank　you；　sir；'　said　Kircher。
'Psullus…　we're　going　to　transplant　the　library　permanently　to　Gudrun。　That　task　is　yours；　as　is　the　ongoing　duty　of　being　my　librarian。
Can　I　entrust　you　with　it？'
'Oh；　yes…　there　will　be　problems；　of　course；　the　handling　and　care　of　certain　shielded　texts　and—'
'But　I　can　leave　it　with　you？'
Psullus　waved　his　frail　hands　at　me　in　a　gesture　of　excitement　that　made　everyone　laugh。
'I　know　this　wholesale　move　will　take　months　to　manage　and　carry　out。　Alain…　I'd　like　you　to　supervise　and　oversee　the　whole　thing。'
Von　Baigg　looked　suddenly　awkward。　'Of　…　of　course；　inquisitor。'
'This　is　a　weighty　task；　interrogator。　Are　you　up　to　it？'
'Yes；　sir。'
'Good。　I　will　return　to　the　Gudrun　estate　no　later　than　ten　months　from　now。　I　trust　it　will　be　the　home　I　expect。'
It　was　a　promise　I　wo