The Eisenhorn TrilogyXenos(科幻战争)-第8部分

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sheltering　about　three　hundred　nobles；　ecclesiarchs　and　dignitaries　from　the　Great　Triumph；　as　well　as　a　few　hundred　common
citizens。
I　remember　standing　alone　in　a　ransacked　office　of　the　arbites　commander　just　after　midnight；　looking　out　through　shielded　windows
at　the　burning　streets　and　the　blossoms　of　psyker　storm　that　were　wrenching　the　sky　apart。　I　had　received　no　word　or　sign　of　Ravenor
since　the　catastrophe　had　begun。　I　remember　my　hands　were　shaking　even　then。
In　truth；　I　believe　I　was　in　shock。　From　the　event　itself；　naturally；　and　also　from　the　psychic　assaults　I　had　suffered　in　the　course　of　it。　I
pride　myself　on　a　sharp　mind；　but　there　was　no　sharpness　to　me　then。
Numb；　my　brain　kept　returning　to　the　idea　that　this　outrage　had　been　deliberate。
'There　is　no　question；'　Voke　said　from　behind　me；　clearly　reading　my　surface　thoughts　without　my　permission。　He　lifted　and
straightened　a　steel　chair　and　sat　down　on　it。
'Accidents　happen；　warplanes　crash！'　he　cried。　'But　these　turned　and　attacked。　Their　assaults　were　deliberate。'
I　nodded。　At　least　one　of　the　Lightnings　had　crashed　into　the　Warmaster's　entourage　and　another　had　come　down　amongst　the　files　of
the　Inquisition。　No　one　yet　knew　how　many　of　my　institution　had　been　slain；　but　Voke　had　seen　enough　of　it　to　know　that　as　many　as
two　hundred　of　our　fellow　inquisitors　had　been　obliterated。
I　remembered　the　conversation　that　had　turned　around　my　dining　table；　the　speculations　about　those　powerful　forces　who　would
oppose　Honorius's　bestowment。
'Is　this　the　first　act　in　a　House　war？'　I　said。　'The　Ecclesiarchy；　or　perhaps　great　dynasties；　trying　to　thwart　Lord　Commander　Helican's
advancement　of　the　Warmaster？　His　elevation　to　Feudal　Protector　would　not　have　been　popular　with　many；　powerful　factions。'
'No；'　he　said。　'Though　I'm　sure　that's　what　many　will　think。　What　many　will　be　supposed　to　think。'
Voke　looked　at　me　intently。　'Freeing　the　psykers　was　the　point；'　he　said。　'There　is　no　other　explanation。　The　Archenemy　struck　to
cause　mayhem　and　allow　the　prisoners　to　escape；　and　to　wound　the　section　of　the　parade　that　was　most　able　to　contain　their　escape。'
'I　won't　argue　with　that　in　principle。　But　was　freeing　the　psykers　the　point　itself；　or　simply　a　means　to　an　end？'
'How　so？'
'Was　it　an　attempt　to　liberate　the　psykers…　or　was　this　just　an　act　of　extreme　violence　against　the　Imperium　that　the　release　of
dangerous　psykers　was　meant　to　exacerbate？'
'Until　we　know　what　was　behind　it；　we　can't　answer　that。'
'Could　the　psykers　themselves　have　done　it？　Manipulated　the　minds　of　the　pilots？'
He　shrugged。　'We　can't　know　that　either。　Not　yet。　The　Warmaster　might　have　been　guilty　of　bravado　in　displaying　his　prisoners；　but　he
would　have　made　certain　security　around　them　was　seamless。　I　must　suspect　an　outside　hand。'
We　said　nothing　for　a　moment。　Honorius　Magnus　himself　had　barely　survived　the　crash…blast　and　was　undergoing　emergency　surgery
aboard　a　medical　frigate　at　the　navy…yard。　No　one　yet　knew　if　Lord　Commander　Helican　was　alive。　If　he　was　dead；　or　if　the　Warmaster
died　of　his　injuries；　then　Chaos　would　have　won　a　historic　victory。
'I　suspect　an　outside　hand　too；'　I　told　Voke。　'Perhaps　another　psyker　or　psykers；　trailing　their　colleagues　here　to　stage　an　escape。'
He　pursed　his　lipless　mouth。　'The　greatest　triumph　of　my　life；　Gregor；　capturing　those　monsters　in　the　name　of　the　Emperor…　and
look　what　it　becomes。'
'You　can't　blame　yourself　for　this；　Commodus。'
'Can　I　not？'　He　squinted　at　me。　'In　my　place；　how　would　you　feel？'
I　shrugged。　'I　will　make　amends。　I　will　not　rest　until　every　one　of　these　wretches　is　destroyed；　and　order　restored。　And　then　I　will　not
rest　until　I　find　who　and　what　was　behind　it。'
He　stared　at　me　for　a　long　time。
'What？'　I　asked；　though　I　had　a　feeling　I　knew　what　was　coming。
'You…　you　were　close　to　the　scene；　as　you　said　to　me。　Closer　than　many；　and　shielded　from　the　worst　of　the　destruction　by　the　bulk　of
the　Spatian　Gate。'
'And？'
'You　know　what　I　want　to　ask　you。'
'You　thought　you'd　start　with　me。　I'm　too　tired；　Voke。　I　stopped　to　honour　the　admiral's　tomb。'
He　raised　one　eyebrow；　as　if　he　sensed　I　didn't　really　believe　it　myself。　But　at　least　he　did　me　the　courtesy　of　not　ripping　into　my　mind
with　his　much　more　powerful　psychic　abilities　to　scour　out　what　truth　might　be　there。　We　had　reached　an　understanding　through　our
encounters　over　the　years；　and　were　now　even　when　it　came　to　owing　each　other　our　lives。
He　knew　me　well　enough　not　to　press　this。
Not　now；　at　least。
An　interrogator　hurried　into　the　room。
'Sirs；'　she　said。　'Inquisitor　Roban　wishes　you　to　know　that　we　have　made　contact　with　one　of　the　heretics。'

AS　FAR　AS　could　be　learned；　the　rogue　was　an　alpha…plus　psyker　called　Esarhaddon；　one　of　the　leaders　of　the　coven。　Sowing　tumult
and　woe　in　his　wake；　he　had　fled　into　the　hive　with　a　group　led　by　Lyko　and　Heldane　in　pursuit。　Heldane　had　managed　to　contact　one
of　Voke's　astropaths　with　a　scrambled　summons　for　help。
Voke；　Roban　and　I　headed　out　into　the　hive　streets　with　a　kill　team　of　sixty　that　included　the　four　White　Consuls。　Their　squad　leader
was　a　particularly　large　sergeant　called　Kurvel。　We　travelled　on　foot　through　the　debris　and　smoke。　Gangs　of　citizens　jeered　and　pelted
missiles　at　us；　but　the　sight　of　four　terrible　Space　Marines　kept　them　at　bay。
Esarhaddon；　Voke　warned　me；　was　a　being　of　dreadful　intellect　and　not　to　be　underestimated。　When　we　saw　the　monster's　choice　of
bolt…hole；　I　understood　what　Voke　meant。
THE　NOBLE　FAMILY　of　Lange　was　prominent　in　the　aristocracy　of　Thracian　Primaris；　and　kept　an　ample　summer　palace　in　the　east
sector　of　Hive　Primaris；　near　to　the　mercantile　quarter　where　they　had　made　their　fortunes。
The　palace　rose　proud　of　the　lowhab　streets　around　it；　swathed　in　its　own　force　bubble。
This　had　been　one　of　the　city　areas　we　had　supposed　to　be　secure。　With　their　power　and　resources；　noble　houses　should　have　been　able
to　protect　themselves　for　the　duration　of　the　unrest。
But　not　against　Esarhaddon。　He　was　inside；　with　all　the　resources　of　the　palace　to　protect　him。
We　met　Heldane　on　the　western　approach　road　to　the　palace。　He　had　a　team　of　about　twenty　with　him。　The　street　itself　was　littered
with　bodies；　most　of　them　citizens。
'He's　controlling　the　crowds　as　if　they　were　puppets；'　Heldane　said　curtly；　with　no　word　of　greeting。　'Waves　of　them　keep　coming　at
us；　preventing　us　getting　to　the　garden　walls　and　the　servants'　annex　along　there。'
As　I　may　have　said；　I　had　little　time　for　Inquisitor　Heldane。　A　very　tall；　grim　man；　his　face　an　unsightly　mass　of　scar　tissue　since　an
encounter　with　a　hungry　carnodon　back　on　Gudran。　He'd　been　Voke's　pupil　when　I　had　first　met　him；　now　he　was　a　full　inquisitor；
with　mental　powers；　it　was　said；　that　exceeded　even　his　old　master's。　As　I　saw　him　there；　I　shuddered。　He　had　undergone　extensive
surgery；　not　to　disguise　the　damage　to　his　face；　but　to　exaggerate　it。　His　skull　seemed　to　have　been　extended　into　an　almost　equine
shape；　with　a　snout…like　mouth　full　of　blunt　teeth；　and　dark；　murky　eyes。　Fibre…wires　and　fluid　tubes　braided　his　cranium　in　place　of
hair。　He　wore　plasteel　body　armour　the　colour　of　blood　and　carried　a　segmented　power　glaive。
'Eisenhorn；'　he　nodded；　noticing　me。　It　was　like　having　a　warhorse　shake　its　head　in　my　direction。
'They're　coming　again！'　The　cry　went　up　from　Heldane's　men。　Down　the　street；　moving　through　the　fire　spills；　figures　were　lurching
towards　us。
Weapons！　Stand　ready！　Heldane　had　spoken；　but　not　with　his　voice。　His　psychic　command　shook　through　our　skulls　and　some　of　our
own　troopers　looked　dismayed。
Missiles　rained　down　on　us；　and　the　Interior　Guardsmen　raised　an　umbrella　of　riot　shields。　Small　arms　fired　at　us　too；　and　an　arbites
near　me　fell　with　his　knee　buckled　the　wrong　way。
Our　attackers；　some　hundred　or　more；　were　hive　citizens；　blank　faced　and　moving　like　marionettes。　As　Heldane　had　reported；　some
monumental　psychic　force　was　making　puppets　out　of　them。　The　smoky　night　air　ionised　with　the　psionic　backwash。
I　take　no　pleasure　in　actions　like　the　one　that　followed。　The　beast　Esarhaddon　was　forcing　us　to　fight　innocent　civilians　just　to　protect
ourselves。
Maybe　he　thought　we'd　shrink　from　the　task　and　leave　him　alone。
We；　however；　were　the　Inquisition。
Kurvel　led　his　White　Consuls　at　the　front；　banging　their　weapons　against　their　chest…plates　and　howling　defiance　through　their　helmet
speakers。　I　saw　a　promethium　bomb　strike　one　and　shatter；　sply　strode　on。
We　fired　over　the　mob's　heads；　trying　to　break　them；　but　they　had　no　will　of　their　own。　Our　firing　became　kill…shots。　In　ten　minutes；
we　had　reluctantly　added　a　fair　number　to　the　planet's　rising　death　toll。
That　brought　us　to　the　corner　of　the　street；　facing　the　high　walls　of　the　garden　and　the　edge　of　the　palace's　iridescent　force　shield　itself。
I　could　hear　a　low　chuckling　in　my　head。
Esarhaddon。
Where's　Lyko？　I　heard　Voke　ask　Heldane　psychically。
He　took　a　team　around　the　front　to　try　and　disable　the　force　wall。
'You　idiot！'　I　said；　out　loud；　looking　over　at　Heldane。　'This　monster　can　control　a　crowd　that　big　and　you　mind…speak　this　close　to
him？'
'This　monster；'　Heldane　replied；　'can　read　every　mind　in　the　city　and　beyond。　He　knows　what　we're　all　doing。　There　is　no　point　in
secrecy。　Just　effort。　Is　that　beyond　you？'
'How　long　until　the　next　attack？'　Kurvel　asked；　reloading　his　weapon。
'They've　become　less　frequent　since　we　first　arrived；'　replied　Heldane。　'However　long　it　takes　Esarhaddon　to　mind…search　the
surrounding　habs　and　recruit　another　puppet　force。　He's　having　to　cast　his　net　wider　each　time。'
'How　did　he　get　in　there？'　Roban　asked。
Heldane　simply　shook　his　head　and　shrugged。　Roban；　a　robust　inquisitor　of　middle　years　dressed　in　brown　and　yellow　layered　robes；
was　a　good　man；　though　I　didn't　know　him　well。　But　he　was　an　outspoken　Xanthanite　and　the　ultra…puritan　Heldane　had　little　time　for
him。
Voke　and　Heldane　fell　to　discussing　possible　assault　plans　with　Kurvel　as　the　soldiers　around　us　formed　a　defensive　position。
'This　is　a　damned　thankless　task；'　Roban　said　to　me。　'I　don't　even　know　why　we're　here！'

'Cannon　fodder；'　said　his　youthful　interrogator；　Inshabel；　bluntly；　and　it　made　us　both　laugh。
'There　has　to　be　something…'　I　said。　I　took　out　my　pocket　scope　and　tried　to　read　the　energy　patterns　and　spectrums。
'You！'　I　called　to　one　of　the　arbites　in　our　party；　a　grizzled　precinct　commander　in　full　riot　gear。
'Inquisitor？'
'What's　your　name？'
'Lucius；　sir。'
'Dear　God…Emperor！'　I　sighed　again　and　Roban　laughed　once　more。
'Okay；　Luckless　…　this　palace　must　come　into　your　precinct's　patrol　area。'
'Yes；　sir。'
'So　street　security　around　it　is　your　responsibility。'
'Again；　yes　sir。'
'So…　just　as　a　matter　of　procedure；　your　section　house　will　have　on　file　the　shield　type　and　harmonics　for　the　palace；　in　case　of
emergencies。'　In　my　experience；　it　was　standard　protocol　for　any　arbites　precinct　to　know　such　things　about　key　structures　within　their
purview。
'It's　classified；　sir。'
'Of　course　it　is；'　I　sighed　again。　'But　now　would　be　a　good　time。
He　got　on　his　vox…link　and　after　a　lot　of　effort；　managed　to　get　a　channel　open　to　the　section　house。
'You're　on　to　something；　aren't　you？'　Roban　asked　me。
'Maybe。'
'The　—'
'The　what？'
'No　offence。　Your　reputation　precedes　you。'
'Does　it　now？　In　a　good　way？'
Roban　grinned　and　shook　his　head；　like　a　man　who　might　have　heard　something；　but　who　had　decided　to　make　up　his　own　mind。
'IT'S　AN　OLD　type…ten　conical　void；'　Arbites　Commander　Lucius　reported　presently。　'Tangent　eight…seven…eight　harmonic　wave。　We
don't　have　an　override　code。　Lady　Lange　wouldn't　permit　it。'
'I　bet　she　wishes　she　had　now；'　said　Interrogator　Inshabel；　caustic　and　to　the　point　once　again。　I　was　beginning　to　like　him。
'Thank　you；　Luckless；'　I　said。
'It's…　Lucius；　sir。'
'I　know。'
I　tried　to　remember　everything　Aemos　had　counselled　me　about　shields　over　the　years。　I　wished　I　had　his　recall。　Better　still；　I　wished　I
had　him　here。
'We　can　collapse　it；'　I　said；　with　fair　confidence。
'Collapse　a　void　shield？'　Roban　asked。
'It's　conical…　super…surface　only。　And　it's　old。　Voids　shrug　off　just　about　anything；　but　they　don't　retain　their　field　if　you　take　out　one
or　more　of　the　projectors。
'That　buttress　there；　the　one　the　garden　wall　is　built　around；　that's　got　to　be　one　of　the　projector　units；　seated　down　into　the　ground。'
Roban　nodded；　apparently　impressed。　'I　see　the　logic；　but　not　the　practice。'
I　walked　over　to　Brother…Sergeant　Kurvel；　interrupting　his　conversation　with　Heldane　without　apology；　and　explained　what　I　wanted
to　do。
Heldane　scoffed　at　once。　'Lyko's　already　trying　that！'
'How？'
'He's　located　the　outer　controls　at　the　front　gate　and　is　trying　to　break　their　coding…'
'Coding　and　controls　that　will　be　dead　and　locked　out　thanks　to　Esarhaddon。　Lyko's　wasting　his　time。　We　can't　switch　this　off。　We
can't　break　Esarhaddon's　control　over　its　system。　But　we　can　undermine　the　system　itself。'
Heldane　was　about　to　speak　again；　but　Voke　shut　him　up。
'I　think　Gregor　may　be　on　to　something。'
'Why？'
Voke　pointed。　Close　to　five　hundred　citizens　were　now　advancing　towards　us　from　streets　on　all　sides。
'Because　as　you　pointed　out；　Heldane；　the　monster　can　hear　us；　and　he　clearly　doesn't　like　the　sound　of　this　plan。'
IT　TOOK　KURVEL　about　ten　minutes　to　gouge　out　the　pavement　and　a　section　of　garden　wall　with　his　lightning　claw；　and　all　the　while
we　were　under　attack　from　the　growing　mob　of　puppets。
'Sewer！'　Kurvel　announced。
I　turned　to　the　others　as　shots　and　missiles　rained　down。　'Commodus…　you　have　to　hold　them　off　a　while　longer。'
'Count　on　it；'　he　said。
'Roban；　get　a　small　squad　and　follow　me。'
Heldane　wasn't　happy。　But　by　then；　Heldane　wasn't　calling　the　shots　any　more。　I　believe　he　took　his　rage　out　on　the　enslaved　citizens。

I　DROPPED　INTO　the　sewer　hole　with　Kurvel；　Roban；　Inshabel　and　three　troopers　of　the　Interior　Guard。　The　defence　on　the　street　above
could　barely　spare　any　of　them。
The　filthy　sewer　tube　went　in　under　the　wall　itself　before　dropping　sharply　away。　Old；　patched　stone　swelled　around　the　base　of　the
buttress。　The　stone　was　warm；　and　foamy　clumps　of　fungus　were　growing　on　it。
Inshabel　trained　a　spotbeam　in　so　I　could　see。
Kurvel　could　see　in　the　dark。　He　took　out　his　last　two　krak　grenades　and　fixed　them　to　the　stonework　with　smears　of　adhesive　paste
from　a　tube　he　carried　in　his　pack。
'I　wish　we　had　more。　We　could　blow　the　wall　right　through。'
'We　could；　brother…sergeant；　but　this　might　be　better。'
'Why？'
'Because　if　we　can　simply　make　this　projector　fail；　the　energies　of　the　shield　will　short　out　before　they　collapse。　Rather　than　blowing
outwards；　that'll　cause　an　electromagnetic　pulse　within　the　field　itself。　And　I　think　an　EM　pulse　is　the　last　thing　Esarhaddon　wants
right　now。'
As　if　to　prove　my　suspicions　right；　a　stabbing　sheet　of　psychic　power　lashed　at　us。　Esarhaddon　had　realised　his　vulnerability；　and　was
turning　his　immense　power　on　us　now。　The　puppets　had　been　sport；　but　now　it　was　time　to　control　or　blast　out　the　minds　of　his　hunters
before　they　stopped　being　playthings　and　became　a　danger。
The　psyker　attack　was　devastating。　Two　of　the　Interior　guardsmen　simply　died。　Another　started　firing；　hitting　Kurvel　twice　and
wounding　Inshabel。　Regretfully；　Roban　blasted　the　trooper　down　with　his　laspistol。
Our　minds　were　harder　to　attack；　especially　given　the　shield　formed　by　the　rock　above　us　and　our　proximity　to　the　energy　flux　of　the
shield。
But　Roban；　Inshabel；　Kurvel　and　I　would　be　dead　or　homicidal　in　seconds。
How　I　wished　for　Alizebeth；　or　any　of　the　Distaff　right　then。
'Trigger　it！　Trigger　it！'　I　gasped；　the　blood　vessels　in　my　nose　and　throat　opening　yet　again　that　day。
'We're　right　on　top　of　the—'
'Just　do　it；　brother…sergeant！　In　the　name　of　the　God…Emperor！'
THE　BLAST　TOOK　out　the　projector。　It　filled　the　sewer　tunnel　with　flickering　destruction。　It　would　have　killed　us　but　for　the　fact　that
Brother…Sergeant　Kurvel　shielded　us　with　his　massive　armoured　body。
It　cost　him　his　life。
I　have　made　a　point　to　have　his　name　and　memory　celebrated　by　the　Primarch　of　the　White　Consuls。
WITH　THE　GENERATING　projector　killed；　the　void　shield　collapsed　in　on　itself；　blacking　out　the　palace　systems　with　the　thunderclap　of
electromagnetic　rage。
Blacking　out　Esarhaddon's　seething　mind　too。
My　research　into　untouchables；　through　Alizebeth　and　then　through　the　Distaff　she　created　and　ran；　had　indicated　to　me　that　perhaps
psychic　power；　no　matter　how　potent；　relied　in　the　final　analysis　on　the　electrical　workings　of　the　human　mind；　the　firing　of　impulse
charges　between　synapses。　Untouchables　somehow　blanked　this；　and　triggered　a　disturbing　and　disarming　vacancy　in　the　natural　and
fundamental　processes　of　the　human　brain。　That；　I　had　initially　concluded；　was　why　psykers　don't　work　around　untouchables…　and
why　forgetfulness　and　unease　is　prevalent　in　their　company。　And；　ultimately；　why　they　disturb　and　upset　humans　so；　and　psykers
doubly　so。
I'd　turned　the　old　void　shield　into　a　brief；　bright　untouchable　event。
And　now；　Emperor　damn　him；　the　heretic　psyker　Esarhaddon；　temporarily　rendered　deaf；　blind　and　mute；　was　mine。

EIGHT
ESARHADDON？S　LAIR。
LYKO　THE　VICTOR。
A　VESTIGE。
WE　WENT　INTO　the　grounds　of　the　Lange　palace　over　the　wall。　There　was　a　harsh　stink　of　ozone　from　the　ruptured　shield；　and　the
trimmed　fruit　trees　and　laraebur　hedges　of　the　gardens　were　singed　and　smouldering。
With　Roban　and　Inshabel；　I　ran　down　a　flint…chip　path　between　the　servants'　wing　and　the　east　portico。　Flashlights　and　under…muzzle
torches　bobbed　in　the　gardens　behind　us　as　Heldane　led　the　main　force　of　our　troop　round　to　the　garden　terrace。
The　house　was　dead　and　dark；　all　power　killed　by　the　pulse。　The　main　doors　on　the　east　portico　lay　splintered　on　the　mosaic　floor
where　the　accompanying　wave　of　overpressure　from　the　void　collapse　had　blown　them　in。　All　of　the　windows　were　smashed　holes　too。
Photo…receptors　and　climate　controls　in　the　portico's　polished　blue…wood　panels　were　fused　and　charred。　Smoke　and　the　glow　of
flames　issued　from　deeper　in　the　palace。

We　pushed　further　in；　finding　dead　house　staff　and　inert　servitors。　A　whole　suite　of　state　rooms　on　the　first　floor　was　burning　where
ornate　promethium　lamps　had　been　knocked　over。
We　checked　the　rooms　on　each　side　as　we　progressed。　Roban　led　the　way；　sweeping　his　braced　laspistol　from　side　to　side。
'How　long？'　Inshabel　asked　me。
'Until？'
'Until　he　recovers　from　the　pulse？'
I　didn't　know。　There　was　no　telling　how　badly　we'd　hurt　Esarhaddon；　or　how　resilient　his　mind　was。　We　hadn't　got　long。
On　the　second　floor；　a　flight　of　aethercite　steps　brought　us　up　into　a　grand　banqueting　hall。　The　roof；　a　turtleback　of　toughened　glass；
had　fallen　in　and　the　psi…storms　crackled　and　surged　in　the　sky　far　above。　Every　step　crunched　glass　or　disturbed　debris。
There　were　bodies　here　too；　the　bodies　of　nobility　and　servants　intermingled。
I　heard　movement　and　sobbing　from　an　adjoining　antechamber。
The　wretched　occupants　of　the　room　gasped　in　terror　as　our　flashlights　found　them。　A　handful　of　survivors　from　the　household；
cowering　in　fear　in　the　dark。　Many　displayed　signs　of　psychic　burns　or　telekinetic　welts。
'Imperial　Inquisition；'　I　said　firmly　but　q