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Almost without 24 Graham McNeill thinking, Mersadie blink-clicked the image of his body. Loken shrugged, picking up a carved vambrace and a polishing cloth. None of us has ever lived long enough to find out. The melancholy of the immortal, or the paradox of an ageless being caught in the flux of constantly changing times — struggling flies in the clotting amber of history.
Is there some part of you that wants to? To be honest, it scares me. Does it scare you? I am powerful now, strong. Why would I want to change that? Once the Crusade is over I mean.
Has his poetry taken a turn for the maudlin again? What makes you think like this? Instead, she stored this conversation away for another time, one when he might be more forthcoming on these uncharacteristically gloomy thoughts.
She decided to ask another question and steer the conversation in a more upbeat direction, when a looming shadow fell over the pair of them and she turned to see the massive, slab-like form of First Captain Abaddon towering over her. As usual, his long hair was pulled up in its silver-sheathed topknot, the rest of his scalp shaved bare.
The captain of the First Company of the Sons of Horus was dressed in simple sparring fatigues and carried a monstrous sword with a tooled edge. He glared disapprovingly at Mersadie. Abaddon nodded curtly 26 Graham McNeill to Loken and gave her a last, barbed glance before turning away to the sparring cages, his sword buzzing into throaty life. Now Davin was a feral world swept by hot, arid winds and baking under the baleful red eye of a sun. It had been six decades since Loken had last set foot on Davin, though back then it had been known as Sixty-Three Eight, being the eighth world brought into compliance by the 63rd Expeditionary force.
Compliance had not improved it much in his opinion. Its surface was hard, baked clay clumped with scrubby vegetation and forests of tall, powerfully scented trees. Habitation was limited to primitive townships along the fertile river valleys, though there were many nomadic tribes that made their lonely way across the mighty, serpent-infested deserts. Though outnumbered and hopelessly outclassed, they had fought with great courage, before offering their surrender after doing all that honour demanded.
The Luna Wolves had been impressed by their courage and willingness to accept the new order of their society and the commander — not yet the Warmaster — had decreed that his warriors could learn much from these brave opponents.
Though the tribesmen were separated from the human genome by millennia of isolation, and shared few physical traits with the settlers that came after the Astartes, Horus had allowed the feral 27 False Gods tribesmen to remain, in light of their enthusiastic embracing of the Imperial way of life.
Iterators and remembrancers had not yet become an official part of the Crusade fleets, but the civilians and scholars who hung on the coattails of the expeditionary forces moved amongst the populace and promulgated the glory and truth of the Imperium. They had been welcomed with open arms, thanks largely to the dutiful work undertaken by the chaplains of the XVII Legion, the Word Bearers, in the wake of the conquest. It had been a good war; won rapidly and, for the Luna Wolves, bloodlessly.
The defeated foe was brought into compliance quickly and efficiently, allowing the commander to leave Kor Phaeron of the Word Bearers to complete the task of bringing the light of truth and enlightenment to Davin.
Yes, it had been a good war, or so he had thought. Sweat trickled down the back of his head and ran down the inside of his armour, its greenish, metallic sheen still new and startling to him, even though it had been months since he had repainted it. Loken remembered the cheers and the cries of adoration laid at the feet of the Warmaster as his announcement had spread through the Expedition. Fists punched the air and throats were shouted hoarse with jubilation.
He could almost feel that rawness again as he took a deep breath of the sour, acrid winds of Davin that blew from the far north, wishing he could be anywhere else right now. It was not a world without beauty, but Loken did not like Davin, though he could not say what exactly bothered him about it. To the west of them, soaring mountain peaks seemed to scrape the stars and further north, Loken knew that there were valleys that plumbed the very depths of the earth, and fantastical tombs of ancient kings.
Yes, they had waged a good war on Davin. Why then had the Word Bearers brought them here again? He sighed; these days the words of bland administrators carried the weight of the Emperor and, as much as Maloghurst wanted to, he could not ignore this message in particular. The Warmaster would never agree to it, but Maloghurst had to tell him. The sanctum doors slid smoothly aside, revealing the dark and peaceful interior. Maloghurst enjoyed the solitude of the sanctum, the coolness of the air easing the pain of his raw skin and twisted spine.
The only sound that broke the stillness of the sanctum was the breath rasping in his throat, the abnormal rearward curvature of his spine placing undue pressure on his lungs. Maloghurst shuffled painfully along the length of the smooth surfaced oval table, reaching out to place the slate at its head, where the Warmaster sat.
It has been too long since the Mournival gathered here, thought Maloghurst. A shape resolved out of the darkness and he relaxed as he saw the familiar features of the commander, eerily red-lit from below by the light of his gorget. Fully armoured in his battle plate, the Warmaster sat at the back of the darkened sanctum, his elbows resting on his knees and his head held in his hands.
Surely, he had misheard. To imagine that the Warmaster did not know something was inconceivable. Maloghurst hesitated. A remembrancer from Terra, one with friends in high places it would seem: the Sigillite for one. You are the Warmaster, chosen by the Emperor, beloved by all, to be his regent in this great endeavour.
The remembrancers of this fleet may record every fact they witness, but without you, they are nothing. Without you, all of it is meaningless. You are above all men. Perhaps she will help me with that noble ideal.
You are a god amongst men, sir: immortal and beloved by all. My father made me for immortality and the galaxy should know of me. Ten thousand years from now I want my name to be known all across the heavens. Davin, eh? The communication from Erebus of the Word Bearers that had brought the 63rd Expedition to Davin had spoken of an old tally, the settling of a dispute, but had said nothing of its cause or participants.
After the carnage on Murder and the desperate extraction from the Extranus, Loken had expected a warzone of unremitting ferocity, but this warzone, if indeed it could be called that, was 32 Graham McNeill deathly quiet, hot and… peaceful.
Horus had come to the same conclusion not long after they had landed, sniffing the air of Davin with a look of recognition. There is none of that on this world.
Who would dare to summon the Warmaster? The answer had come when a column of dust grew on the eastern horizon and eight boxy, tracked vehicles rumbled across the steppe towards them. Shadowed by the Stormbirds that had flown in with the Warmaster, the dark, brushed steel vehicles trailed guidons from their vox-antenna, emblazoned with the heraldry of an Astartes Legion. From the lead Rhino, a great, devotional trophy rack stood proud of the armoured glacis, hung with golden eagles and books, and sporting jagged lightning bolts picked out in lapis lazuli.
He could swear he smelled apples. He glanced around the interior of the yurt, wondering if perhaps there was some local brew of cider on offer.
Like the drink, the yurt was crude, but had a primitive majesty to it that appealed to the romantic in him, though he was savvy enough to know that primitive was all very well and good unless you had to live there. Perhaps a hundred people filled the yurt — army officers, strategium adepts, a few remembrancers, scribes and military aides. An unsmiling figure in the black uniform of a Titan commander stood to attention at the forefront of the gathering, and Karkasy recognised the jowly features of Princeps Esau Turnet, commander of the Imperator Titan, Dies Irae.
Karkasy remembered the huge Titan that towered over the architectural presentation that Peeter Egon Momus had given back on Sixty-Three Nineteen, and shivered. The hissing collection of silver struts and whirling cogs that encased scraps of flesh in a vaguely humanoid form must be the Mechanicum adept, Regulus, and Karkasy saw enough brass and medals hanging from puffed out, uniformed chests to equip a battalion.
Despite the presence of such luminaries, Karkasy found himself stifling a yawn as he and the rest of the audience listened to the 34 Graham McNeill Davinite lodge master, Tsi Rekh, performing an elaborate chant in the local tongue.
Say what you like about the iterators, thought Karkasy, they can certainly enunciate to the back row. Dressed in her ubiquitous combat fatigues, chunky army boots and tight white vest top, Keeler looked every inch the spunky frontierswoman. A thin silver chain hung around her neck, whatever was hanging on it, hidden beneath the fabric of her top. Well out of his league, he knew, what with his generously proportioned physique, hangdog eyes and plain, round face; but his looks had never deterred Ignace Karkasy from attempting to seduce beautiful women — they just made it more of a challenge.
He had made some conquests by riding the adulation for his earlier work, Reflections and Odes garnering him several notable carnal tales, while other, more easily impressed members of the opposite sex had been seduced by his witty badinage. He already knew that Euphrati Keeler was too smart to fall for such obvious flattery, and contented himself with counting her simply as a friend. He turned to see the door flap of the yurt pushed aside and the massive bulk of an Astartes duck down as he entered.
The warrior carried a staff crowned with a book draped in oath 36 Graham McNeill paper, over which wound a long sash of purple cloth. He had his helmet tucked into the crook of his arm, and seemed surprised to see all the remembrancers there. One shoulder guard of his armour was draped in heavy parchment, rich with illuminated letters, while the other bore the distinctive icon of a book with a flame burning in its centre.
Though he knew it symbolised enlightenment springing forth from the word, Karkasy instinctively disliked it. He smiled to himself at this delicious heresy, wondering if he could work it into a poem without Captain Loken realising, but even as the rebellious thought surfaced, he quashed it. Karkasy knew that his patron was showing his work to the increasingly reclusive Kyril Sindermann. In that case, Karkasy would quickly find himself on the next bulk hauler on its way back to Terra, regardless of his Astartes sponsorship.
The warrior in turn raised his long staff in greeting. Keeler gave him a sidelong glance, looking at him as though he had suddenly sprouted another head. Captain Loken had been waiting for him, resplendent in his armour of pale green and apparently untroubled by the heat or the swirling vortices of dust.
Do you understand me? What do you want to me to listen to? Who do you want me to listen to? He made his way through the dusty stacks and piles of yellowed papers, lethargic globes of weak light bobbing just above head height, his heavy footsteps echoing loudly in the solemn hush.
Here and there, a lone scholar clicked through the gloom in a tall stilt chair, but none was his old mentor. Loken travelled through yet another dizzyingly tall lane of manuscripts and leather bound tomes with names like Canticles of the Omniastran Dogma, Meditations on the Elegiac Hero and Thoughts and Memories of Old Night.
Sindermann jumped and looked over his shoulder with an expression of surprise and the same furtiveness he had displayed 39 False Gods when Loken had first met him here. No, not at all. I seldom encounter others in this part of the archive. The subject matter is a little lurid for most of the serious scholars. Naive and overly hyperbolic, but stirring nonetheless.
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