按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
with a sense of pride and exhilaration。
Across Hive Primaris； the largest and most powerful hive on Thracian； dawn brought a chorus of klaxons and a cacophony of bells。
Ministoram services； relayed live from the Monument of the Ecclesiarch； were broadcast on every crackling pict channel and public
vox service。 The phlegmy intonations of Cardinal Palatine Anderucias rolled across the street levels of the great hive city； overlapping
like some gigantic choral round due to the echoes of doppler distortion。
Civilians and pilgrims flooded into the streets of Hive Primaris in their millions； clogging the arterial routes and feeder tunnels； and
blackening the sky with their craft。 Many were turned back to surrounding hives to watch the proceedings on vast hololithic screens
raised in stadiums and amphitheatres for the event。
The arbites struggled to control the flow of people and keep the route of the Triumph clear。
The day cycle began brightly。 In the night； flocks of dirigibles from the Officium Meteorologicus had seeded the smog fields and
upper cloud levels with carbon black and other chemical precipitants。 Before dawn； sixteen hundred…kilometre wide rainstorms had
washed the clouds away and drenched the primary hives； sluicing the dirt and grime away。 For the first time in decades； the sky was
clear。 Not blue exactly； but clear of yellow pollution banks。 The sun's light permeated the atmosphere and the steepled ridges and high
towers of the hives glowed。 I had heard； from informal sources； that this radical act of weather control would have profound ill
consequences for the planet's already brutalised climate for decades to come。 Reactive hurricane storms were expected in the southern
regions before the week was out； and the drainage system of the primary hives was said to be choked to bursting by the singular
rainfall。
It was also said that the seas would die quicker； thanks to the overdose of pollutants hosed into them so suddenly by the rainclearance。
But the Lord Commander Helican had insisted that the sun shone on his victory parade。
I ARRIVED EARLY to take my place； fearing the great flow of traffic into the hive。 I brought Ravenor with me。 We were both dressed in
our finest garb； emblems proudly displayed； and wore ceremonial weapons。
Medea Betancore flew us in； and landed us at a reserved navy air…station just south of the Imperial armour depot。 By the time she'd got
us on the ground； the air routes were so thick she had no choice but to stay put there for the day。 There was no flying out。 She bade us
a good day； and strolled away across the pad to chat with the ground crew servicing a Marauder。
A private car； arranged by the Nunciature； took Ravenor and myself to the hive's old Founding Fields at Lempenor Avenue； where the
Inquisition was expected to gather to join the march。 Outside the windows of the speeding lifter limousine； we saw steam rising from
the empty； rain…washed streets。 Despite his best efforts； the Lord Commander Helican would have clouds before noon。
I leant forward in the car's passenger bay and straightened Ravenor's interrogator rosette。 He looked nervous； a look I didn't associate
with him。 He also looked the very image of an inquisitor。 I realised he didn't look nervous so much as just very young。 Like a man
hurrying to join his drinking friends in the Thirsty Eagle off Zansiple Street。
'What is it？' he asked； smiling。
I shook my head。 'This will be quite a day； Gideon。 Are you ready for it？'
'Absolutely；' he said。
I noticed he had added the tribe badge of clan Esw Sweydyr to the decoration of his uniform。
'An appropriate touch；' I remarked； pointing to it。
'I thought so；' he said。
AT TEN； THE Triumph began。 A deafening roar of hooters and sirens blasted across the hive； followed by a mass cheer that quite took
my breath away。 By then； the streets were packed with close on two billion jubilant citizens。 Two billion voices； raised as one。 You
cannot imagine it。
IN SUNLIT AIR vibrating with colossal cheering； the Great Triumph moved out from the Armour depot。 It was to follow an eighteen
kilometre route straight down the kilometre…wide Avenue of the Victor Bellum； right into the heart of the hive and the Monument of
the Ecclesiarch。 Millions lined the way； cheering； applauding； waving banners and Imperial flags。
At the front rolled eighty tanks of the Thracian Fifth； pennants quivering from their aerial masts。 Behind them； the colours band of the
Fiftieth Gudrunite Rifles； pumped out the stately March of the Primarchs。
Next； the standard bearers： five hundred men carrying aloft the many regimental guidons and emblems representing the units and
regiments that had participated in the Ophidian Suppression。 It took an hour for them alone to all pass。
On their heels came the Great Standard of the Emperor； a vast aquila symbol like a clipper's mainsail； so big it took a stocky；
lumbering； unbelievably ancient dreadnought of the White Consuls to lift it and stop it being carried away by the wind。 The
dreadnought was escorted by five Baneblade super…heavy tanks。
Behind that； rolled the dead。 Every Imperial corpse recovered from the closing stages of the war； loaded in state into fifteen hundred
Rhino carriers painted black for the duty。 One hundred mighty Space Marines of the Aurora Chapter marched beside the trundling
machines； holding up black…ribboned placards on which the names of the dead were etched in gold leaf。
It was noon by the time the marching ranks of the rest of Aurora Chapter； all in full； polished imperator armour； moved by。 The
massive cheering had not yet diminished。 After the Space Marines came sixty thousand Thracian troops； thirty thousand from Gudrun；
eight thousand from Messina； four thousand from Samater。 Breastplates and lances glittered in the sun。 Then the navy officers from
Battlefleet Scaras in neat echelons。 Then the White Consuls； glittering and terrifying。
Then the endless files of the Munitorium and the Administratum； followed by the slow…moving trains of the Astropathicus。 A dull
psychic discharge； like corposant； slithered and crackled around their carriages and their heads； and left a metallic taste in the air。
The titans of the Adeptus Mechanicus followed them。 Four Warlords； blotting out the sun； eight grinding Warhounds； and a massive
Super…Titan called Imperius Volcanus。 It was as if significant sections of the hive itself had detached and begun walking。 The vast
crowds hushed as they thumped past； man…shaped mechanisms as tall as a steeple； taller yet in the case of Volcanus。 Their massive
legs rose and fell in perfect synchronisation。 The ground shook。 Unperturbed； six hundred tech…priests and magos of the Adeptus
paraded casually between their feet。
The tank brigades of the Narmenians and the Scuterans followed the god…machines。 Five thousand armour units； rolling forward under
a haze of exhaust； barrels raised in salute。 Tractors towed Earthshaker cannons behind them； three abreast； and then a seemingly
endless flow of Hydra batteries； traversing their multiple barrels from left to right； like sun…following flowers。
The Ecclesiarchy followed； led by Cardinal Rouchefor； who srode ahead of his two thousand hierarchs barefoot。 Cardinal Palatine
Anderucias awaited us all for the blessing at the monument。
From its muster point at the old Founding Fields； tire Inquisition fell in line behind the priesthood； six hundred strong。
We were the only part of the Triumph not to march in ordered ranks。 We simply strode behind the Ecclesiarch in a sombre wedge。 We
were not uniform。 All manner of men and women filled our ranks； all manner of appearances and aspects。 Individuals walking；
dressed in dark robes or leather capes； some with great entourages holding up the trains of gaudy robes； some on lifter thrones； some
alone and dignified； some even hidden by personal void shields。 Ravenor and I walked together in the press； behind the extravagant
ensemble of Inquisitor Eudora。
Lord Orsini； the grandmaster； led us； his long purple vestments trained out behind him and supported by thirty servitors。 At his side
strode Lord Rorken of the Ordo Xenos； Lord Bezier of the Ordo Malleus and Lord Sakarof of the Ordo Hereticu