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The Eisenhorn TrilogyXenos(科幻战争)-第65章

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my staff on Gudrun; he arrived a week before the rest of us to secure the location and make sure we were not compromised。 His
preparations were thorough and ingenious。 No one entered the area without him knowing it; nor could anyone have done so。 At the
slightest sign of outside interruption or official interference; we would have ample time to withdraw and flee。 As a final precaution; I
was the last to arrive。
THESSALON IS A tough little world whose population lives in a dark age and knows nothing of the Imperium or the galaxy beyond its
skies。
The meeting place was a rained keep in the north of the second continent; two thousand kilometres from the nearest indigenous
community。 A few lonely animal herders and subsistence farmers undoubtedly saw the lights of our ships in their heavens; but to them
they were just the portents of the gods and the bright eyes of fabulous beasts。
MEDEA DEPOSITED ME at the edge of a conifer forest at nightfall; and then took the gun…cutter back to stand off as air…cover; ready to
redeploy at a moment's notice。 For the first time in over two standard years; I was dressed as an inquisitor in black leather; storm coat
and proudly displayed rosette。 I also wore my faith…harness with the engraving Puritus。 Damn anyone who believed I wasn't worthy of
it。
Nayl; in combat armour; with a laser carbine cradled over one arm; appeared out of the trees and greeted me。 We shook hands。 It was
good to see him again。 His men; who were all around I was sure; were invisible in the gathering darkness。
Nayl led me through the black woods into a break in the trees where the pine tops framed a perfect oval of starfilled mauve。 The keep;
a jumbled pile of grey stone; stood in the clearing; with hooded lamps glowing from the lower slit windows。
Nayl walked me past and around the alarm…sensors; the tripwires and the beams of motion detectors that webbed the structure。
Servitor…skulls from my personal arsenal hovered in the shadows; alert and armed。
Bequin and Aemos met me under the broken entrance arch。 Aemos looked pale and worried; but his face broke into a warm smile as
he sae。
'How many?' I asked her。
'Four;' she said。
Not bad。 Not great; but not bad。 It rather depended who those four were。
'And everything else?'
'All the preparations are now set。 We can begin this undertaking at any time;' Aemos said。
'We have a target?'
'We do。 You'll learn how when we brief everyone。'
'Good;' I paused。 'Anything else I should know?'
All three of them shook their heads。
'Let's do it then;' I said。

DESPITE ALL THE precautions; I was taking my life in my hands。 I was presenting myself; voluntarily; to four members of the
Inquisition。 I was trusting that my previous friendships and allegiances with them would count for more man the accusations Osma
had laid at my door。 These four were the only four who had responded out of the original twenty communiques。 Nayl had vetted each
one; but there was still a very real chance that any or all of them had attended simply to execute the declared heretic Gregor Eisenhorn。
I would soon know。
AS I STEPPED into the main; candlelit chamber; a hush killed the small talk and six men turned to face me。 Fischig; imposing in black
body armour; nodded me a half…smile。 Interrogator Inshabel; in a bodyglove and lightweight cloak; bowed his head and smiled
nervously。
The other four stared at me levelly。
I walked into their midst solemnly。
The first lowered the hood of his maroon cape。 It was Titus Endor。 'Hello; Gregor;' he said。
'Well met; old friend。' Endor had been one of the first two to contact me anonymously the previous year; from the Salies slave…worlds。
The other; who had written from Thracian Primaris; stood next to him。
'Commodus Voke。 You honour me with your presence。'
The wizened old wretch sneered at me。 'For the sake of our history; and damn…his…eyes Lyko; and other matters; I am here; Eisenhorn;
though the Emperor knows I am very suspicious of this。 I will hear you out; and if I don't like what you have to say; I will withdraw…
without breaking the confidence of this meeting!' he added sternly with a raised finger。 'I will not betray this congress; but I reserve the
right to leave and quit if I find it worthless。'
'That right is yours; Commodus。'
To his left stood a tall; confident man I didn't recognise。 He wore brown leather flak armour under a long blue coat of cavalry twill and
his silver rosette was fixed on the left breast。 His domed head was shaved; but there was a violet glint in his eyes that told me he was a
Cadian。
'Inquisitor Raum Grumman;' said Fischig; stepping forward。 Grumman took my proffered hand with a curt nod。
'Inquisitor General Neve acknoe to express her true sadness that she could not join you
here。 She personally requested me to take her place; and render you the service I freely render her。'
'I am grateful for it; Grumman。 But right from the start; I want to be sure that you know what we're about here。 Just being here because
your provincial chief requested it isn't enough。'
The Cadian smiled。 'Actually; it is。 But to reassure you; I have reviewed the matter carefully with Neve herself and your man Fischig。 I
have no illusions about the danger of being here and siding with you。 Given the evidence; I would have been here anyway。'
'Good。 Excellent。 Welcome; Grumman。'
The identity of the fourth and final guest took me aback。 He was clad in polished battleware plating that looked custom…made and
exorbitantly expensive。 With gauntleted hands; he lifted the scowling houndskull helmet off his head。 Inquisitor Massimo Ricci; of the
Helican Ordo Xenos。 He was hardly an old friend; but I knew him well。
'Ricci?'
His handsome; haughty face displayed a wide smile。
'Like Grumman; I am here to extend apologies from another。 For numerous reasons that I'm sure you can appreciate; Lord Rorken
cannot answer your request in person。 It would be political suicide for him to participate in this matter。 But my lord has faith in you
still; Eisenhorn。 He has sent me to act as his proxy。'
Ricci was one of Lord Rorken's most valued and admired inquisitors。 Many said he was a likely successor for the post as a Master of
the Ordo Xenos。 For him to be here was an enormous compliment; both from Lord Rorken; who had seen fit to send one of his most
illustrious men; and from Ricci himself; who was risking a high…profile career just by being here。 Clearly both of them had taken my
proposal and cause very seriously。
'Gentlemen;' I said。 'I am pleased; and honoured; to see you all。 Let us discuss this matter; freely and openly; and see where we stand。'
THE THESSALONIAN NIGHT winds moaned through the ruined cavities of the keep as I briefed them。 Inshabel and Nayl had carried
chairs in; and erected a heavy trestle table。 Bequin and Aemos provided data…slates; charts; papers and other pieces of evidence as I
called for them。
I talked for about two hours; taking them through the entire matter of Quixos as it was known to me。 Much of what I said had been
laid out in the initial communiques; but I filled in all the details; and answered questions as they arose。 Endor seemed satisfied; and
hardly spoke。 It was good to have a true friend here; one who simply trusted my word and purpose。 Grumman was also generally noncommittal。
Voke and Ricci asked plenty of questions; and required clarification on the smallest points。
All three ordos were represented around that table: Voke was Ordo Malleus … though thankfully not a tight member of Bezier's inner
circle … Ricci and I were Ordo Xenos; and Grumman and Endor were Ordo Hereticus。 All of us apart from Grumman were assigned
servants of the Ordos Inquisitorae Helican。 Only Titus Endor; who I knew to be famously demure; wasn't wearing his rosette openly。
I BELIEVE I spoke eloquently and well。
We broke after two hours to stretch our legs; ruminate and take refreshment。 I went outside; taking in the cold night air; listening to the
wind swish the conifers。 Fischig joined me and brought me a glass of wine。

'It's bad with Neve;' he said; just getting right into it。 He had travelled back to Cadia from Cinchare to collect more data and to
specifically recruit the inquisitor general。
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