The Eisenhorn TrilogyXenos(科幻战争)-第10章

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Apotropaic　studies　are　conducted　all　the　time　by　the　Inquisition；　and　usually　involve　one　or　perhaps　as　many　as　three　inquisitors。　On　a
larger　scale；　they　are　named　Councils；　and　require　a　quorum　of　at　least　eleven　inquisitors。　Larger　than　that；　they　become　a　Congress。
Such　assemblies　are　extremely　rare。　I　knew　for　a　fact　that　my　late　master　Hapshant　had　served　on　the　last　such　Congress　held　in　the
subsector。　That　was　two　hundred　and　seventy…nine　years　in　the　past。

The　purpose　of　these　studies；　even　at　their　smallest　level；　is　the　acute　examination　and　assessment　of　unusually　valuable　captives。
Once　in　the　custody　of　the　Inquisition；　a　rogue　psyker；　a　charismatic　heretic；　an　alien　warlord…　whatever…　undergoes　a　sometimes
lengthy　formal　examination　quite　separate　from　the　dissection　of　his　or　her　actual　crimes。　They　are　often　already　condemned　and　only
waiting　for　sentence　to　be　carried　out。　At　that　stage；　the　Inquisition　wishes　to　expand　its　own　learning；　to　understand　more　precisely
the　nature　of　the　enemies　of　mankind。　The　subjects　are　dissected；　usually　intellectually；　sometimes　psychically　and　occasionally
literally；　in　order　to　discover　their　strengths；　weaknesses；　beliefs　and　drives。　Vital　truths　have　in　this　way　been　discovered　by
Apotropaic　councils；　truths　that　have　armoured　the　servants　of　the　Imperium　for　later　clashes。　To　illustrate；　the　Imperial　Guard's
famous　victory　over　the　Ezzel　meta…breed　was　only　successful　thanks　to　methods　of　detecting　their　presence　discovered　by　the
examination　of　an　Ezzel　scoutform　by　the　Apotropaic　Council　of　Adiemus　Ultima　in　883。M40。
The　size　of　the　inquiry　depends　on　the　number　or　magnitude　of　the　subject。
'Thirty…three　heretic　psykers　of　level　alpha　or　above　were　captured　by　the　Warmaster　at　Dolsene；　during　the　final　major　engagement　of
the　Ophidian　Suppression；'　Rorken　told　me；　showing　me　a　data…slate。　The　security　clearance　on　the　slate　was　so　high　that　even　I　was
impressed。　'Trained；　somehow；　to　control　and　master　the　warp…spawned　filth　they　channel；　they　formed　the　backbone　of　the　Enemy's
high　command　defence；　the　beating　heart　of　the　adversary。'
'How　were　they　taken？　Alive；　I　mean？'　It　was　astonishing。　Untrained　psykers　are　terrifying　enough；　their　minds　always　carrying　the
horrendous　potential　to　open　up　a　gate　into　the　immaterium；　to　let　its　daemons　flood　through　into　our　universe。　But　these…　these
fiends；　they　had　somehow　learnt　…　or　been　trained　…　to　focus　their　warp…spawned　talents；　to　contain　the　daemons　within　themselves　and
use　their　damnable　strenguh。　My　mind　reeled　at　the　threat　they　had　posed；　and　posed　still；　though　they　were　our　prisoners。
Rorken　gestured　to　the　slate　in　my　hands。　'You'll　find　a　summary　of　the　incident　there；　appended　to　the　main　list。　In　brief；　it　was
luck…　luck；　and　the　amazing　courage　of　the　Adeptus　Astartes；　working　in　conjunction　with　Inquisitors　Heldane；　Lyko　and　Voke。'
'Voke…　Commodus　Voke。'
'I　forgot；　you're　old　friends；　aren't　you？　He　was　involved　with　the　Glaw　affair　on　Gudran；　just　before　the　Schism。'
'Old　friends　is　probably　pushing　it。　We　worked　together。　We　generated　a　mutual　respect。　I've　seen　him　infrequently　since　then。　I'm
amazed　the　old　dog　is　still　alive。'
'Alive；　despite　the　prognoses　of　several　generations　of　medicae　experts。　And　still　powerful。　To　achieve　this；　in　his　twilight　years…'
I　nodded。　Even　a　speed…reading　of　the　incident　suggested　an　act　of　near　mythical　valour。　Voke's　service　to　the　Emperor　was；　as　ever；
above　and　beyond　any　reasonable　expectation　of　duty。
'I　know　Heldane　too。　He　was　Voke's　pupil。　So　he's　finally　made　it　to　inquisitor　rank　too？'
'For　sixty　years　now…　Eisenhorn；　you　lead　a　solitary　life；　don't　you？'
'If　you　mean　I　don't　keep　up　with　the　comings　and　goings　of　elections　and　the　businesses　of　other　inquisitors；　sir；　yes。　I　do。　I　focus　on
my　work；　and　the　needs　of　my　staff。'
He　smiled；　as　if　indulging　me。　In　truth；　my　attitude　was　not　uncommon。　As　I　have　said；　we　of　the　Inquisition　are　an　aloof；　independent
kind；　and　have　little　interest　in　the　affairs　of　our　colleagues。　I　saw　another　difference　between　myself　and　Rorken。　Whatever　my
seniority；　I　was　still　an　agent　of　the　field；　a　worker；　an　achiever；　who　might　be　gone　into　the　distant　gulfs　of　the　Halo　Stars　for　months
or　even　years　at　a　time。　His　rank　tied　him　to　his　palace；　and　wrapped　him　in　the　intrigues　and　mechanisms　of　the　Imperial　ruling
classes　in　general　and　the　Inquisition　in　particular。
I　remembered　Commodus　Voke　as　a　poisonous　old　viper；　but　a　determined　ally。　During　the　affair　of　the　Necroteuch；　believing　himself
to　be　on　his　deathbed；　he　had　implored　me　to　stand　reference　for　his　pupil　Heldane。　I　had　promised　him　that；　though　when　Voke　then
proceeded　to　stay　alive；　I　had　never　followed　it　through。　He　had　been　around　to　see　that　Heldane　got　his　rosette。
Heldane…　I　had　never　liked　him　at　all。
I'd　never　met　Lyko；　the　third　member　of　the　glorious　trio；　but　I　knew　him　by　reputation　as　an　inquisitor　whose　star　was　very　much　in
the　ascendant。　Their　spectacular　achievement　on　Dolsene　would　further　all　their　careers　magnificently。
I　read　through　the　list　of　inquisitors　summoned　to　form　the　Council；　a　list　which　included　my　name。　There　were　sixty　in　all。　Titus
Endor　was　amongst　them。　So　was　Osma；　and　so　was　Bezier。　Some　names；　like　Schongard；　Hand　and　Reiker；　leapt　out　as　men　I　had
little　wish　to　be　in　the　same　room　with。　Others　…　Endor；　naturally；　and　Shilo；　Defay　and　Cuvier　…　were　individuals　it　would　be　a
pleasure　to　see　again。
Some　names　I'd　barely　heard　of；　or　never　heard　of　at　all；　others　were　famous　or　infamous　inquisitors　who　I　knew　only　by　reputation。　It
bly；　drawn　from　all　over　the　sector。
'My　inclusion　on　this　list？'　I　began。
'Is　no　surprise。　You　are　a　senior　and　respected　member　of　our　office。'
'Thank　you；　sir。　But　I　e　personally？'
'He　was　going　to；'　Rorken　told　me；　'but　you　had　already　been　nominated。'
'By　whom？'
'Inquisitor　Osma；'　he　replied。


FIVE
THE　TRIUMPH。

AT　THE　SPATIAN　GATE。
THE　LINE　BREAKS。
FOR　ALL　MY　condemnations　of　the　overzealous　pageantry　of　the　Novena；　I　will　admit　that　the　Great　Triumph　of　the　first　day　filled　me
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　eigh