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'How much longer will we be here?' Bequin asked。
'I don't know。 Another week? A month? Longer? It depends on how forthcoming Glaw decides to be。'
'But you've got things from him already?' asked Fischig。
'Yes。' Not too much; I hoped。
I WALKED THROUGH the empty streets of the minehead for an hour or two that evening to clear my mind。 I knew damn well that I was
choosing a dangerous path。 I had to remain focussed or I risked losing control。
Once I'd got the upper hand with Glaw; I'd been playing with him during those early conversations。 His talk of the line; his three…step
description of the corruption that awaited an imprudent inquisitor… that was nothing new to me。 I had indulged him so that he might
feel superior and smug。 Any inquisitor worth the rosette knew the perils and temptations that surrounded him。
But it didn't stop his words from cutting me。 Every puritanical Commodus Voke was a potential Quixos。 When Glaw said that the line
was often crossed without it being recognised; he was right。 I'd met enough radicals to know that。
I had always; always prided myself on my puritanical stance; moderate and Amalathian though it might be。 I deplored the radical
heresies。 That's why I wanted Quixos。
But I worried still。 I considered what I was doing to be risky; of course; but also pragmatic given my difficult situation。 To destroy
Quixos; I had to get past his daemonhosts; and that required power; knowledge and expertise。 And I could no longer turn to the Holy
Inquisition for support。 But had I crossed the line? Was I becoming guilty of sins that could so easily escalate into radical
abomination? Was I so obsessed with bringing Quixos to justice that I was abandoning my own principles?
I was sure I was not。 I knew what I was doing; and I was taking every precaution I could to manage the more dangerous elements I
was employing。 I was pure and true; even now。
And if I wasn't; how could I tell?
I CLIMBED AN observation mast that rose above the mine settlement and lingered for a while in the caged glass blister at the top;
looking out across the town's skyline to the ragged blue landscape of Cinchare; and the gliding stars beyond it。 Shoals of meteors
burned bright lines down the sky。
There was a noise on the stairs behind me。 It was Nayl。
He put away his sidearm。 'It's you;' he said; joining me in the blister。 'I was patrolling and I saw the tower door open。 'Everything all
right?'
I nodded。 'You fight dirty sometimes; don't you; Harlon?'
He looked at me quizzically and scratched his shaved scalp。 'Not sure I know what you mean; boss;' he said。
'All those years; bounty hunting… and I've seen you fight; remember? Sometimes you have to break the rales to win。'
'I suppose so。 When all's said and done; you use whatever works。 I'm not proud of some of my more… ruthless moments。 But they're
necessary。 I've always been of the opinion that fairplay is overrated。 The bastard trying to skin you won't be playing fair; that's for
sure。 You do what you have to do。'
'The end justifies the means?'
He raised his eyebrows and laughed。 'Now that's different。 That kind of thinking gets a man into trouble。 There are some means that no
end will ever justify。 But fighting dirty; occasionally; is no bad thing。 Neither's breaking the rules。 Provided you remember one thing。'
'Which is?'
'You have to understand the rales in the first place if you're going to break them。'
APART FROM MY daily visits to Glaw in the annex; I also spent time with Bure。 He was labouring in his workshops; assisted by
servitors and his tech…adepts。 He had thrown himself totally into the tasks I had set him。 Though he never said; I think he saw it as
returning with interest my efforts in the battle with the Lith。
He had also listened without alarm when Aemos and I had related the history of the recent past。 It felt like a confession。 I explained
the carta out against me; my rogue status。 He had accepted my innocence without question。 As he put it; 'Hapshant wouldn't have
raised a radical。 It's the rest of the galaxy that's wrong。'
That was good enough for him。 I oved。
One day in the sixth week of our increasingly prolonged stay; he called me to his workshop。
It lay beneath the main chapel of the annex and was two storeys deep; a veritable smithy alive with engineering machines and
apparatus the purposes of which baffled me。 Steam…presses hammered and banged; and screy own

projects; there was much work to do repairing the annex and the translithopede。 I walked down through the swathes of steam and
found Bure supervising two servitors who were machining symbols into a two…metre long pole of composite steel。
'Eisenhorn;' he said; raising his bright green eye…lights to look at me。
'How goes the work?'
'I feel like a warsmith; back in the foundries of the forge worlds; when I was flesh。 The specifications you have asked for are difficult;
but not impossible。 I enjoy a challenge。'
I took several sheets of paper from my coat pocket and handed them to him。 'More notes; taken during my last interview with Glaw。
I've underlined the key remarks。 Here; he suggests electrum for the cap piece。'
'I was going to use iron; or an iron alloy。 Electrum。 That makes sense。' He took my notes over to a raised planning table that was
littered easuring tools and data…slates。 Pages of notes that I had already provided him with were piled up;
along with the psychomet…rically captured images Ungish had drawn from my mind of the Cadian pylons; Cherubael; Prophaniti; and
the ornaments he had worn。
'I'm also pondering the lodestone for the cap。 I considered pyraline or one of the other tele…empathic crystallines like epidotrichite; but
I doubt any of them would have the durability for your purposes。 Certainly not for more than one or two uses。 I also thought of tabular
zanthroclase。'
'What's that?'
'A silicate we use in mind…impulse devices。 But I'm not convinced。 I have a few other possibilities in mind。' It was a measure of the
trust Bure showed me that he felt he could mention such Cult Mechanicus secrets so freely。 I felt honoured。
'Here's the haft;' he said; showing me to the etching bench where the two servitors were machining the decoration of the long pole。
'Steel?'
'Superficially。 There's a titanium core surrounded by an adamantium sleeve under the steel jacket。 The titanium is drilled with
channels that carry the conductive lapidorontium wires。'
'It looks perfect;' I said。
'It is perfect。 Virtually perfect。 It's machined to within a nanometre of your measurements。 Let me show you the sword。'
I followed him to a workbench at the far end of the smithy where the sword lay on a rest under a dust sheet。
'What do you think?' he asked; drawing the cloth back。
Barbarisater was as beautiful as I remembered it。 I admired the fresh pentagrammatic wards that had been etched in the blade since I
had last seen it; ten on each side。
'It is a remarkable artifact。 I was almost unwilling to make the alterations you requested。 As it was; I wore out eight adamantium drill
bits on this side alone。 The hardened steel skin of the blade around the solid core has been folded and beaten nine hundred times。 It is
beyond anything we can manufacture today。'
I would owe Clan Esw Sweydyr for this weapon; as I already owed them for Arianrhod's life。 I should have returned it to their care;
for it was part of their clan legacy and usuril; or ''living story''。 It was mine to safeguard; not to take; and certainly not to deface this
way。 But face to face with Prophaniti at Kasr Gesh I had learned two things。 Indeed; that monstrous thing had told them to me。
Pentagrammatic wards worked against dae…monhosts; but they were no stronger than the weapon that bore them。
To my certain knowledge; there were few finer; stronger blades in human space。 I would make my peace and apologies to the clans of
Carthae in time; fates permitting。
I went to touch it; but Bure stopped me。 'It is still resting。 We must respect its anima。 In a few days; you can take it。 Train with it well。
You must know it intimately before you use it in combat。'
He accompanied me to the door of the forge。 'Both weapons must be blessed and consecrated before use。 I cannot do that; though I can
ceremonially dedicate their manufacture to the Machine God。'
'I have already planned for their consecration;' I said。 'But I would welcome your ceremony。 When I go against Quixos; I can think of
no more potent a patron god to be looking down over me than your Machine Lord。'
'WE WILL BE leaving in a few days;' I told him。
The casket was silent for a while。 'I will miss our conversations; Eisenhorn。'
'Nevertheless; I have to go。'
'You think you're ready?'
'I think this part of my readiness is complete。 Is there anything else you can tell me?'
'I have been wondering that。 I cannot think of anything。 Except…'
'Except what?'
The lights around the engram sphere twinkled。 'Except this。 Apart from everything you've learned from me; the secrets; the lore; the
mysteries; you must know that going after this foe is… dangerous。'
I laughed involuntarily。 'I think I've worked that much out already; Pontius!'
'No; you don't know what I mean。 You have the determination; I know; the ambition; I know that too … you h

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