The Eisenhorn TrilogyXenos(科幻战争)-第28部分

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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。
'Because　of　me？'
He　nodded。　'Because　of　everything。　Osma　made　big　trouble　after　we　sprang　you　from　the　Carnificina。　He　had　the　combined　clout　of
Bezier　and　Orsini　behind　him；　after　all。　That　made　Neve's　superior；　Grandmaster　Nunthum　of　the　Ordos　Cadia；　sit　up　and　take　notice；　I
can　tell　you。　They　were　after　her　for　her　job。　But　they　couldn't　prove　a　thing。　Neve's　very　good　at　being　slippery。　And　she　fought　your
corner　like　a　she…bear　too；　believe　you　me。'
'She's　safe？'
'Yeah。　Thanks　to　a　massive　incursion　of　the　Enemy　eight　months　ago。　The　Cadian　Gate's　on　a　war　footing　and　utterly　in　turmoil。　Last
thing　anyone's　worrying　about　is　what　part　Neve　may　have　played　in　the　Eisenhorn　Conspiracy。'
'That's　what　they're　calling　it。'
I　sipped　the　wine；　expecting　something　rough　and　local。　It　turned　out　to　be　a　damned　good　Samatan　red。　From　my　own　cellars；　I
guessed。
Bequin　would　have　taken　care　of　such　things　and　chosen　the　very　best　to　mollify　our　guests。
'Grumman：　what　do　you　make　of　him？'
'I've　got　plenty　of　time　for　him；　Gregor；'　Fischig　said。　'Smart　mind；　knows　what　he's　doing。　Given　the　scrutiny　she　was　under；　Neve
knew　she　couldn't　get　away；　so　she　picked　Grumman；　and　I　don't　think　she　would　have　if　he　wasn't　worth　his　salt。
'The　pair　go　back　a　long　way；　and　Grumman's　doing　this　out　of　respect　for　her。　But　we　spent　a　long　time　talking　on　the　voyage　back
here；　and　I　think　he's　in　it　for　himself　now　too。'
'Good。　The　others？'
'Voke's　full　of　surprises；'　he　snorted。　'When　you　said　he　was　going　to　be　on　your　list　of　contacts；　I　thought　you　were　mad。　Not　as　mad
as　writing　to　Lord　Rorken；　of　course；　but　anyway…　I　never　thought　the　old　bastard　would　show；　or　even　deign　to　answer　you。　He's　so
stiff　even　the　rod　up　his　arse　has　got　a　rod　up　its　arse。　That's　one　bet　I　would　have　lost。　He　must　like　you　more　than　he　lets　on。'
'We　have　an　understanding；'　I　said。　I'd　saved　Voke's　life　on　the　flagship　Saint　Scythus；　but　he'd　returned　that　favour　on　the　Avenue　of
the　Victor　Bellum。　Maybe　that　was　enough。
'He　needs　convincing；'　said　Fischig；　'but　I　think　he's　in　for　the　long　haul。'
'You　do？'
'You　see　that　creep　Heldane　anywhere？'
I　knew　what　Fischig　meant。　Heldane　would　have　opposed　this　mission　without　question；　and　taken　great　delight　in　bringing　me　in；
dead　or　alive。　Voke　had　clearly　come　here　without　his　old　pupil　knowing。　Fischig　was　right。　That　was　a　good　sign。
'Endor；　well；　he's　safe；　isn't　he？'　said　Fischig。　'Given　your　history；　he'd　have　come　anyway。'
'It's　good　to　have　him　here。　What　about　Ricci？'
Fischig's　voice　suddenly　dropped　to　a　hiss。　'Speaking　of　whom。'
He　withdrew。　Clutching　a　goblet　of　wine；　Ricci　walked　out　of　the　archway　behind　us　and　joined　me；　gazing　up　at　the　staggeringly
bright　star…field。
'I　hope　you　realise　how　lucky　you　are；'　Ricci　said。
'Every　day。'
'You　took　a　risk　contacting　Lord　Rorken。　He's　always　liked　you；　but　given　the　current　climate；　liking　you　is　a　dangerous　habit。　He　was
at　loggerheads　with　Bezier　and　Orsini　over　your　case。'
'And　still　he　sent　you？'
'Let　me　be　direct；　Gregor。　I　think　it　will　help。　Lord　Rorken；　may　his　fortunes　multiply　in　the　face　of　the　God…Emperor；　sent　me　to
assist　you　in　the　unmasking　and　destruction　of　the　heretic　Quixos。　But　if；　along　the　way；　I　should　discover　anything　that　confirmed　the
generally…believed　allegations　of　your　own　heresy…'
'What？'
'I　think　you　understand。'
'You're　his　hatchet　man。　You'll　help　me…　but　if　I　cross　the　line　in　your　eyes；　Rorken　has　sanctioned　you　to　execute　me。'
He　raised　his　glass。　'I　think　we　know　where　we　stand。'　We　did。　Now　it　made　much　more　sense　that　Rorken　had　sent　so　senior　an　agent
to　my　side。　I　said　nothing。　Ricci　smiled　and　went　back　inside。
WE　SAT　DOWN　around　the　table　again　and　debated　some　more。　I　found　most　of　the　questions　…　especially　those　from　Voke　and　Ricci　…
wilfully　small…minded。
At　last；　after　another　hour；　Grumman　voiced　a　pertinent　query。
'Supposing　we　agree　to　this。　Agree　that　Eisenhom　is　wrongly　charged　and　that　Quixos　deserves　our　sternest　censure…　how　do　we　do
that？　Do　we　know　where　Quixos　is？'
'Yes；'　I　said；　though　I　didn't　know　the　answer　myself。　My　people　had　enjoyed　the　best　part　of　two　years　to　do　their　work；　many　dozens
of　agents　sifting　data　from　hundreds　of　worlds。
Unbidden；　Bequin　stepped　forward　and　took　a　seat　with　us　at　the　table。
'About　three　months　ago；　our　research　discerned　a　pattern　in　the　data　surrounding　the　near…mythical　life　of　Quixos。　And　that　pattern
centred　on　Maginor。'

'Capital　of　the　Niaides　subsector；　Viceroy　sector；　Ultima　segmentum；'　announced　Voke。
'Your　astronomical　knowledge　is　humbling；　sir；'　Bequin　said　smoothly。　She　handed　out　data…slates。
'As　you　can　see　from　the　file　of　data　marked　〃alpha〃；　Quixos　certainly　visited　Maginor　almost　two　hundred　years　ago；　and　became
involved　with　a　cartel　of　trade　interests　and　noble　families　known　as　the　Mystic　Path。　The　Path　was　a　network　which　was　already
utilising　prohibited　and　forbidden　lore　and　technologies。　Quixos　should　have　closed　them　down　and　burned　them。　It　is　clear　he　did　not。
Instead；　he　fed　and　supported　them。　He　nurtured　them　until　they　became　a　power　base　for　his　invisible　empire　of　dark　belief。　No
longer　a　cartel　but　a　cult。　A　cult　of　Quixos。'
'Why　do　we　think　he's　still　there？'　asked　Ricci。
'We　think　he's　made　his　hidden　fastness　there；　sir；'　said　Bequin。　'The　reaches　of　the　Mystic　Path　now　spread　throughout　the　segmentum
and　beyond。　Maginor　is　its　heart。　In　239。M41；　Inquisitor　Lugenbrau　and　a　warrior　band　numbering　some　sixty　individuals　disappeared
on　Maginor。　No　trace　of　them　was　ever　found；　though　Interrogator　Inshabel　was　able　to…　ah…　recover　an　incomplete　verbal
transcript　of　a　pict…recording　apparently　made　during　Lugenbrau's　raid。'
I　speed…read　the　transcript。　It　was　harrowing。　'You　got　this　from　Elvara　Cardinal；　Inshabel？'　I　asked。
Inshabel　was　at　the　back　of　the　room。　He　stepped　forward；　blushing。　'Not　directly；　sir。　It　actually　came　from　the　inquisitorial　datalibrary
on　Fibos　Secundus。　How　is　a　damn　good　story；　but　it's　probably　wasting　valuable　time　to　repeat　it　just　now。'
Inshabel　was　right；　as　I　have　already　said。　It　was　a　damn　good　story；　and　I　enjoyed　it　when　he　told　it　to　me　later。　I　urge　you　to　access
it。
'We　believe　Lugenbrau　ay　not　have　known　it；'　continued　Bequin。　'He　and　his　entire　band　were
wiped　out　by　Quixos's　forces。'
'Lugenbrau；'　murmured　Voke；　setting　his　slate　down　and　looking　off　into　space。　'I　never　met　him；　but　he　was　a　trusted　pupil　of　my　late
comrade；　Inquisitor　Pavel　Uet。　When　Lugenbrau　went　missing；　Uet　took　it　hard。　The　loss　shortened　his　life。'
Voke　looked　at　me　with　his　rheumy　eyes。　'If　I　wasn't　decided　before；　Eisenhorn；　I　am　noust　pay。'
'I　agree；'　said　Endor；　tossing　his　slate　onto　the　table　and　looking　grim。　'At　the　very　least；　the　Inquisition　demands　vengeance　for　this。'
'Maginor；　then？'　Grumman　asked。
'It's　still　his　base　of　operations；　sir；　we　are　sure　of　that；'　said　Bequin。　'And　until　a　week　ago；　we　were　all　set　to　prepare　for　a　strike
against　Maginor。　Then　we　received　this。'　She　held　up　a　astropathic　transcript。
'I　will　read　it；　if　I　may。'　She　carefully　put　on　her　half…moon　glasses。　They　suited　her；　but　I　knew　her　vanity　made　her　hate　them。　It　said
a　lot　about　the　situation　that　she　was　willing　to　wear　them　in　front　of　these　men。
'It　begins…　〃Gregor；　my　friend。　I　have　been　kept　up　to　date　with　the　data　concerning　your　quarry。　It　gives　me　something　to　do；　these
winter　afternoons。　I　agree　that　Maginor　may　be　the　seat　of　the　evil；　and　certainly　requires　the　attention　of　the　Inquisition。　But；　if　you'll
pardon　me；　I　suggest　that　Maginor　be　left　to　the　Ordos　Niaides。　Using　pointers　Aemos　gave　me；　I　have　assessed　the　following。　My　full
findings　are　on　the　data…files　attached　below；　but　in　short；　I　think　you　should　be　looking　at　Farness　Beta。　Quixos's　fascination　with　the
pylons　of　Cadia　made　me　think；　you　see。
'〃See　below；　that　I　have　traced　massive　stonecutting　orders　to　the　limit…world　of　Serebos；　which　lies　galactically　south　of　Terra。　The
masonic　guilds　of　Serebos　are　famously　secretive　about　their　contracts。　They　provide　an　inert；　obsidian…like　black　glass…stone　called
serebite；　a　beautiful　substance　that　is　in　high　demand　right　across　the　Imperium。　Serebite　is；　as　far　as　reckoning　goes；　as　close　to　the
material　used　on　Cadia　for　the　pylons　as　it　is　possible　to　get。　As　I　have　said；　the　masonic　guilds　are　close　about　their　contracts；　but
there　is　little　hiding　the　transportation　of　a　massive　copy　of　one　of　those　pylons　by　shipping　guild　bulk…lifter。　Three…quarters　of　a
kilometre　long　and　a　quarter　square！　Quixos　has　ordered　the　manufacture　of　a　perfect　copy　of　the　Cadian　pylons；　and　has　had　it
shipped　to　Farness　Beta。〃'
Bequin　paused　and　looked　up　at　us。
'〃If　you've　ever　trusted　my　advice；　trust　this　now；〃'　she　continued。　'〃Quixos　is　on　Farness。　And　if　you're　going　to　stop　him；　it　must　be
now。　Your　devoted　friend　and　pupil。　Gideon。〃'
Gideon。　Gideon　Ravenor。　Crippled　as　he　was；　he　had　found　this　insight；　which　totally　altered　our　plan　of　attack。　I　was　speechless。　I
felt　almost　tearful。
'There　is　a　postscript；'　said　Bequin。　'He　writes；　〃The　daemonhosts　will　be　your　foullest　problem。　I　know　you　are　prepared；　but　I　send
you　these。　One　for　each　of　the　twenty　you　have　summoned。〃'
Bequin　took　off　her　half…moon　glasses　and　rose。　Nayl　brought　in　a　crate　and　set　it　down　on　the　table。　Inside　were　twenty　scrolls　of
daemonic　protection；　each　sealed　inside　a　blessed　tube　of　green　marble；　and　twenty　consecrated　gold　amulets　of　the　God…Emperor　as　a
skeletal　relic。　It　was　so　typical　of　Ravenor　to　attend　to　such　details。　Nayl　handed　them　out；　a　heavy　scroll　tube　and　an　amulet　to　each　of
us。
'I'm　convinced；'　Ricci　said；　getting　to　his　feet　and　hanging　the　amulet　around　his　neck　so　that　it　hung　between　the　purity　seals　of　his
armour。
'I　am　glad。　Grumman？'
'I'm　with　you；'　said　the　Cadian。
'A　toast；'　I　said；　raising　my　glass。　'To　this　cell　of　five。　And　to　the　others　who　have　assisted　in　getting　us　this　far。'　Bequin；　Aemos；　Nayl；
Fischig　and　Inshabel　also　saluted　with　their　glasses。
'To　Farness　Beta。　To　the　end　of　Quixos。'
'The　five　inquisitors　in　the　drafty　keep　clinked　glasses。
'Farness　Beta；'　said　Ricci。　'Remind　me。　Where　is　that？'

'In　the　throat　of　the　Cadian　Gate；'　said　Grumman。　'Right　on　the　edge　of　the　Eye　of　Terror。'
TWENTY…TWO
SARNESS　BETA。
CHERUBAEL　AND　PROPHANITI。
QUIXOS。
IT　WAS　EARLY　in　343。M41　before　we　reached　Farness　Beta。　By　then；　war　was　bifurcating　the　Cadia　subsector；　and　armies　of　sheer
horror　were　spewing　out　of　the　Eye　of　Terror。　Like　a　whirlpool　of　fire；　the　Eye　dominated　the　skies　of　most　gate…worlds；　distended　and
angry；　flaring　more　savagely　than　at　any　time　in　living　memory。　Every　flash　and　pulse　of　its　maelstrom　was　another　warp　hole
opening；　another　flotilla　of　death　unleashed。　That　spring　was　known　as　the　Staunch　Holding　of　the　Cadian　Gate；　and　entered　the
history　books；　as　every　scholar　knows。
During　the　first　months　of　343；　the　Cadians　saw　off　the　greatest　incursion　of　Chaos　suffered　in　three　hundred　years。
It　was　almost　as　if　the　Archenemy　knew　something。
THE　ESSENE　BROUGHT　me　to　Farness　champing　and　eager　to　get　on。　We　were　escorted　through　the　immaterium　by　two　other　ships：
Ricci's　stately　steeple　of　a　cruiser　and　Voke's　ancient　porcupine　of　a　warship。　Endor　and　Grumman；　along　with　their　retinue　bands；
travelled　aboard　the　Essene　with　me。　It　had　been　a　long　time　since　the　Essene　had　carried　so　many　people。
The　Imperial　Navy　taskforce；　a　ten…ship　squadron　seconded　from　Battle…fleet　Scarus　for　special　operations　under　the　remit　of　the
Battlefleet　Disciplinary　Detachment；　was　waiting　for　us。
THE　TASKFORCE　HAD　already　been　on　station　for　a　fortnight；　and　its　reconnaissance　and　intelligence　operations　had　comprehensively
prepared　the　ground　for　us。
'We　have　a　confirmed　location　for　Pariah；'　Lord　Procurator　Olm　Madorthene　told　me　over　a　vox…pict　link　from　his　own　ship。
Pariah　was　the　operational　word　we　had　set　for　Quixos。　'Or　at　least　his　seat　of　activity；　anyway。　I'm　relaying　the　data　to　you　now。　Site
A　is　what　you're　looking　for。'
I　turned　from　my　seat　on　the　Essene　s　el