The Eisenhorn TrilogyXenos(科幻战争)-第30部分

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sleep　three　or　four　hours　a　night　if　I'm　lucky。　My　vox　chimes　and　I'm　up；　called　out　to　another　nest　of　poison　that　the　arbites　have
uncovered。　Firefights　in　the　street；　Eisenhorn！　Running　battles　with　the　foot　soldiers　of　the　archenemy！　I　can　barely　keep　up　with　the
day…to…day　banishments；　forget　the　past　cases　my　crap…witted　predecessor　filed。　This　is　Cadia！　This　is　the　Gate　of　the　Eye！　This　is
where　the　bloody　work　of　the　Inquisition　is　done！　Don't　distract　me　with　stories　of　some　engineering　club　gone　bad。'
'My　apologies。'
'Taken。　See　yourselves　out。'　She　limped　away。
'Neve？'
She　turned。　I　dropped　the　file　case　on　to　the　reading　table。
'They　might　have　been　idiots；'　I　said；　'but　they're　the　only　solid　link　I　have　to　a　daemonhost　that　could　destroy　us　all。'
'A　daemonhost？'　she　said。
'That's　right。　And　the　beast　that　controls　it。　A　beast　that；　if　I'm　right…　is　one　of　ours。'
She　lurched　back　down　the　archivum。
'Convince　me；'　she　said。

THIRTEEN
A　REUNION。
WAR〣ELLS。
THE　LONG；　SLOW　TASK　BEGINS。
I　DON'T　KNOW　if　I　did　convince　the　inquisitor　general。　I　don't　know　if　I　could。　But　she　heard　me　out　and　stayed　around　for　another　two
hours；　helping　to　locate　the　files　of　connected　cases　and　other　materials。　Past　nine；　she　was　called　away　to　a　disturbance　on　an　island
community　in　the　Caducades。　Before　she　left；　she　offered　accommodation　for　me　and　my　staff　in　the　minster；　which　I　politely
declined；　and　made　it　clear　that　I　had　her　permission　to　continue　my　investigation　in　Kasr　Derth；　provided　I　kept　her　informed。
'I've　heard　stories　about　your…　adventures；　Eisenhorn。　I　don't　want　anything　like　that　happening　on　my　turf。　Do　we　understand　each
other？'
'We　do。'
'Good　night；　then。　And　good　hunting。'
Fischig　and　I　were　left　alone　in　the　archivum。
'You　were　wrong；'　I　told　him。
'How's　that？'

'I　did　like　her。'
'Hah！　That　hard…nosed　bitch？'
'Actually；　I　liked　her　because　she　was　a　hard…nosed　bitch。'
I　always　took　pleasure　in　meeting　a　fellow　inquisitor　who　conducted　their　work　fairly　and　seriously；　even　if　their　methods　differed
from　mine。　Neve　was　a　thoroughbred　puritan；　and　lacked　patience。　She　was　abrupt　to　the　point　of　rudeness。　She　was　over…worked。　But
she　called　things　as　she　saw　them；　despised　sloppiness；　and　took　the　threats　to　our　society　and　way　of　life　completely　seriously。　In　my
opinion；　there　was　no　other　way　for　an　inquisitor　to　behave。
WE　WORKED　ON　until　midnight；　studying　and　collating　the　contents　of　hundreds　of　case…files。
By　then；　the　gun…cutter　had　arrived　from　the　landing　fields　at　Kasr　Tyrok；　in　response　to　my　vox…summons。　Fischig　found　one　of
Neve's　rubricators　and　charged　him　with　making　data…slate　copies　of　the　most　promising　files　ready　for　our　return　in　the　morning。
Then　we　got　back　into　the　speeder　and　flew　through　the　castellum's　zig…zag　streets　to　the　town　field。
The　stars　were　out；　and　it　was　cool。　Noctule　moths　fluttered　around　the　landing　lights　of　the　waiting　cutter。
There　was　a　mauve　smudge　in　the　night　sky；　down　low　over　the　eastern　horizon。　The　rising　nebula　of　the　Eye　of　Terror。　Even　from
this　great　distance；　just　a　blur　in　the　heavens；　it　put　a　chill　into　me。　If　the　two…headed　eagle　symbolises　all　that　is　good　and　noble　and
right　about　the　Imperium　of　Mankind；　that　rancid　blur　symbolised　all　that　was　abominable　about　our　eternal　foe。
LAUGHTER　AND　WARM　voices　greeted　Fischig　as　we　went　aboard。　Aemos　shook　him　repeatedly　by　the　hand　and　Bequin　planted　a
quick　kiss　on　his　cheek　that　made　him　blush。　He　exchanged　a　few　playful　put…downs　with　Nayl　and　Medea；　and　asked　Husmaan　if　he
was　hungry。
'Why？'　the　scout…hunter　asked；　his　eyes　widening　in　anticipation。
'Because　it's　supper　time；'　said　Fischig。　'Betancore；　get　this　crate　into　the　air。'
We　were　going　to　that　safe　place　he　had　mentioned。
I　HAD　NOT　been　aboard　the　sprint　trader　Essene　for　some　five　years。　A　classic　Isolde…pattern　bulk　clipper；　the　ship　was　like　a　spacegoing
cathedral；　three　kilometres　long；　and　looked　as　majestic　holding　low　anchor　above　Cadia　as　it　had　when　I　first　saw　it；　nearly　one
hundred　years　before；　in　the　cold　orbit　of　Hubris。
Medea　coasted　us　in　towards　the　cargo　hatch　of　the　gigantic　craft。
'A　rogue　trader？'　asked　Inshabel　cautiously；　looking　over　my　shoulder　at　the　ship　ahead。
'An　old　friend；'　I　reassured　him。
SHIP　MASTER　TOBIAS　Maxilla　was；　I　suppose；　my　most　unlikely　ally。　He'd　made　his　living　shipping　luxury　goods　officially；　and
unofficially；　along　the　space　lanes　of　the　Helican　subsector。　He　still　did。　He　was　a　merchant；　he　maintained；　to　any　that　asked。
But　he　had　a　pirate's　taste　for　adventure；　a　yearning　for　the　halcyon　days　of　early　space…faring。　I　had　hired　his　ship　during　the　affair　of
the　Necroteuch；　to　provide　nothing　more　than　transport　for　my　team；　but　he　had　got　involved；　with　increasing　glee；　and　he'd　stayed
involved　ever　since。　Every　few　years　over　the　last　century；　I　had　hired　him　to　run　passage　for　me　or　some　of　my　staff；　or　he　had
contacted　me　to　ask　if　his　services　were　needed。　Just　because　he　was　bored。　Just　because　he　was　''in　the　neighbourhood''。
Maxilla　was　an　educated；　erudite　man　with　a　subtle　wit　and　a　taste　for　the　finest　things　in　life。　He　was　also　a　charming　host　and　a　good
companion　and　I　liked　him　immensely。　He　was　in　no　way　a　formal　part　of　my　staff。　But　he　was；　I　suppose；　after　all　this　time　and　all
those　shared　adventures；　a　vital　part。
The　year　before；　when　it　had　been　decided　that　Fischig　would　embark　on　this　long　chase　after　the　Cadian　leads；　I　had　asked　Maxilla　to
provide　him　with　transportation；　for　as　long　as　it　was　needed。　He　had　agreed　at　once；　and　not　because　of　the　generous　fee　I　was
offering。　To　him；　it　sounded　like　a　true　adventure。　Besides；　it　promised　a　chance　to　give　the　old　Essene　a　proper　long　run　out；　beyond
its　normal　route　of　the　Helican　stars。
A　genuine　voyage。　An　odyssey。　That　was　what　Tobias　Maxilla　lived　for。
HE　WAS　WAITING　in　the　cargo　hold　to　greet　us　even　before　the　extractor　vents　had　finished　dumping　out　the　cutter's　thruster　fumes。　He
had　dressed　for　the　occasion；　as　was　his　way：　a　blue　velvet　balmacaan　with　huge　sleeves　and　a　jabot　collar；　a　peascod　doublet　of
japanagar　silk；　patent　leather　sabattons　with　gold　buckles；　and　a　stupendous　fantail　hat　perched　on　his　powdered　periwig。　His　face　was
skin…dyed　white　and　set　with　an　emerald　beauty　spot。　His　cologne　was　stronger　than　the　thruster　fumes。
'My　dear；　dear　Gregor！'　he　cried；　striding　forward　and　taking　my　proffered　hands　with　both　of　his。　'A　signal　joy　to　have　you　back
aboard　our　humble　craft。'
'Tobias。　A　pleasure；　as　always。'
'And　dear　Alizebeth！　Looking　younger　and　more　fragrant　than　ever！'　He　clasped　her　hand　and　kissed　her　cheek。
'Steady　now；　you'll　smudge…　your　make　up。'
'Wise　Aemos！　Welcome；　savant！'
Aemos　just　chuckled　as　his　hand　was　shaken。　I　don't　think　he　ever　kneake　of　Maxilla。
'MrNayl！'
'Maxilla。'
'And　Medea！　Ravishing！　Quite　ravishing！'

'You　certainly　are；'　Medea　said　playfully；　allowing　one　of　her　circuit…inlaid　hands　to　be　kissed。
'You　knew　we　were　coming；　Maxilla。　You　might　have　smartened　up　a　bit；'　said　Fischig。　Amid　laughter；　they　shook　hands。　I　realised
their　relationship　had　changed。　They　had　been　together　for　a　year　on　this　mission。　Fischig　had　never　really　connected　with　Maxilla：
their　backgrounds　and　lives　were　too　divergent。　But　clearly；　a　year　in　each　other's　company　had　brokered　a　true　friendship　at　last。
That　pleased　me　too。　An　inquisitor's　band　works　better　when　it　is　close　knit。
Maxilla　turned　to　Husmaan　and　Inshabel。
'You　two　I　don't　know。　But　I　will；　as　that's　what　dinners　are　for。　Welcome　to　the　Essene！'
MAXILLA'S　SCULPTURAL　GOLD　servitors；　each　one　a　work　of　art；　had　prepared　a　late　supper　for　us　in　the　grand　dining　lounge。　A　pate
zephir　of　crab；　fresh　from　the　Caducades　that　morning；　ontol　flowers　poivrade　in　their　husks；　fillets　of　Cadian　boar　hongroise；
followed　by　an　ebonfruit　talmouse　with　cream　and　Intian　syrup。　The　gilded　sommelier　served　petillant　Samatan　rose；　heavy…bodied
Cadian　claret；　a　sweet　and　sticky　Tokay　from　a　lowland　dos　on　Hydraphur；　and　stinging　shots　of　Mordian　schnapps。
Our　humours　were　good；　and　the　impromptu　supper　gave　us　time　to　step　back　from　the　work　at　hand　and　relax。　None　of　us　spoke　of
the　case；　or　the　demands　that　it　was　likely　to　make　of　us。　To　rest　the　mind　often　clears　it。
I　was　going　to　need　clarity　now。
WE　RETURNED　TO　Kasr　Derth　the　next　morning　in　the　gun…cutter。　The　steel　dawn　over　the　wide　island　group　of　the　Caducades　was　cut
by　the　rising　edge　of　a　burning；　red　sun。　As　we　swept　in　over　the　craggy　mainland；　the　peaks　and　edges　of　the　moors　were　caught　with
a　pink　alpenglow。
Despite　the　fact　that　we　were　broadcasting　the　correct　clearances；　we　were　challenged　six　times　in　the　half…hour　descent。　At　one　point；
a　pair　of　Cadian　Marauders　rolled　in　and　flanked　us　as　they　checked　us　over。
Military　security　dominated　the　Cadian　way　of　life。　Every　non…military　transport；　shuttle　and　starship　was　placed　under　acute
observation；　especially　those　that　behaved　suspiciously　or　wandered　from　the　authorised　flight　routes。　Aemos　told　me　that　a　pinnace
carrying　the　Deacon　of　Arnush；　visiting　Cadia　for　a　promulgation　seminar；　had　been　shot　down　over　the　S