The Eisenhorn TrilogyXenos(科幻战争)-第66部分

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easy。　The　fair…master；　eager　to　be　paid　for　his　services　at　Froigre　Hall；　had　left　as　a　payment　address　an　inn　eighty　kilometres　away　in
Seabrud。　From　the　invoice；　I　saw　that　Aen　had　been　asked　to　mail　the　payment　within　five　days。　The　fair　moved　around　a　great　deal；
and　the　travelling　folk　didn't　believe　much　in　the　concept　of　credit　accounts。
From　Seabrud；　we　got　a　fix　on　the　location　of　Sunsable's　Fair。
They　had　pitched　on　a　meadow　outside　the　village　of　Brudmarten；　a　little；　rustic　community　of　ket…herds　and　weavers　that　was　flanked
by　a　lush；　deciduous　woodland　hillside　to　the　east　and　marshy；　cattle…trampled　fields　below　at　the　river　spill　to　the　west。
It　was　late　afternoon　on　a　hot；　close　day；　the　air　edged　with　the　heavy；　fulminous　threat　of　storms。　The　sky　was　dark　overhead；　but　the
corn　was　bright　and　golden　down　in　the　meadows；　and　pollen　balls　blew　in　the　breeze　like　thistle…fibres。　Grain…crakes　whooped　in　the
corn　stands；　and　small　warblers　of　the　most　intense　blue　darted　across　the　hedges。
Gabon　lowered　the　limo　to　rest　in　a　lane　behind　the　village　kirk；　a　pale；　Low　Gothic　temple　in　need　of　up…keep。　A　noble　statue　of　the
Emperor　Immaculate　stood　in　the　overgrown　graveyard；　a　roost　for　wood　doves。　I　buckled　on　my　sword　and　covered　it　with　a　long
leather　cloak。　Gabon　locked　the　car。
'Stay　with　me；'　I　told　Alizebeth；　and　then　turned　to　Gabon。　'Shadow　us。'
'Yes；　sir。'
We　walked　down　the　lane　towards　the　fair。
Even　from　a　distance；　we　could　hear　the　noise　and　feel　the　energy。　The　arrival　of　the　fair　had　brought　the　folk　of　Brudmarten　and　the
neighbouring　hamlets　out　in　force。　Pipe　organs　were　trilling　and　wheezing　in　the　lank　air；　and　there　was　the　pop　and　whizz　of
firecrackers。　I　could　hear　laughter；　the　clatter　of　rides；　the　ringing　of　score　bells；　children　screaming；　rowdy　men　carousing；　pistons
hissing。　The　smell　of　warm　ale　wafted　from　the　tavern　tent。
The　gate　in　the　meadow's　hedge　had　been　turned　into　an　entranceway　arched　with　a　gaudy；　handpainted　sign　that　declared　Sunsable's
Miraculous　Fair　of　Fairs　open。　A　white…eyed　twist　at　the　gateway　took　our　coins　for　admission。
Inside；　on　the　meadow；　all　manner　of　bright；　vulgar　sights　greeted　us。　The　carousel；　lit　up　with　gas…lamps。　The　ring…toss。　The　neat；
pink　box…tent　of　the　clairvoyant。　The　churning　hoop　of　the　whirligig；　spilling　out　the　squeals　of　children。　The　colourful　shouts　of　the
freak　show　barker。　The　burnt…sugar　smell　of　floss　makers。　The　clang　of　test…your…strength　machines。
For　a　penny；　you　could　ride　the　shoulders　of　a　Battle　Titan　…　actually　an　agricultural　servitor　armoured　with　painted　sections　of　rusty
silage　hopper。　For　another　penny；　you　could　shoot　greenskins　in　the　las…gallery；　or　touch　the　Real　and　Completely　Genuine　shin　bone
of　Macharius；　or　dunk　for　ploins。　For　tuppence；　you　could　gaze　into　the　Eye　of　Terror　and　have　your　heroism　judged　by　a　hooded　man
with　a　stutter　who　claimed　to　be　an　ex…Space　Marine。　The　Eye　of　Terror　in　this　case　was　a　pit　dug　in　the　ground　and　filled　with
chemical　lamps　and　coloured　glass　filters。
Nearby；　a　small　donation　allowed　you　to　watch　an　oiled　man　struggle　free　from　chains；　or　a　burning　sack；　or　a　tin　bathtub　full　of
broken　glass；　or　a　set　of　stocks。
'Just　a　penny；　sir；　just　a　penny！'　howled　a　man　on　stilts　with　a　harle…quined　face　as　he　capered　past　me。　'For　the　young　lady！'
I　decided　not　to　ask　what　my　penny　might　buy。
'I　want　to　go　look　at　the　freak　show；'　Alizebeth　told　me。
'Save　your　money…　it's　all　around　us；'　I　growled。
We　pushed　on。　Coloured　balloons　drifted　away　over　the　field　into　the　encroaching　darkness　of　the　thunderhead。　Corn　crickets　rasped
furiously　in　the　trampled　stalks　all　about　us。　Drunken；　painted　faces　swam　at　us；　some　lacking　teeth；　some　with　glittering　augmetic
eyes。
'Over　there；'　I　whispered　to　Alizebeth。
Past　the　brazier　stand　of　a　woman　selling　paper　cones　of　sugared　nuts；　and　a　large　handcart　stacked　with　wire　cages　full　of　songbirds；
was　a　small　booth　tent　of　heavy　red　material　erected　at　the　side　of　a　brightly　painted　trailer。　A　wooden　panel　raised　on　buntingwrapped
posts　announced　''Hololiths！　Most　Lifelike！　Most　Agreeable！''　below　which　a　smaller　notice　said　A　most　delightful　gift；　or　a
souvenir　of　the　day；　captured　by　the　magic　art　of　a　master　hololithographer。'　A　frail　old　man　with　tufted　white　hair　and　small
spectacles　was　seated　outside　the　booth　on　a　folding　canvas　chair；　eating　a　meat　pie　that　was　so　hot　he　had　to　keep　blowing　on　it。
'Why　don't　you　go　and　engage　his　interest？'　I　suggested。
Alizebeth　left　my　side；　pushed　through　the　noisy　crowd　and　stopped　by　his　booth。　A　sheet　of　flakboard　had　been　erected　beside　the
booth's　entrance；　and　on　it　were　numerous　hololithic　pictures　mounted　for　display：　some　miniatures；　some　landscapes；　some　family
groups。　Alizebeth　studied　them　with　feigned　interest。　The　old　man　immediately　leapt　up　off　his　chair；　stowed　the　half…eaten　pie　behind
the　board　and　brushed　the　crumbs　off　his　robes。　I　moved　round　to　the　side；　staying　in　the　crowd；　watching。　I　paused　to　examine　the
caged　birds；　though　in　fact　I　was　looking　through　their　cages　at　the　booth　tent。
The　old　man　approached　Bequin　courteously。
'Madam；　good　afternoon！　I　see　your　attention　has　been　arrested　by　my　display　of　work。　Are　they　not　fairly　framed　and　wellcomposed？'
'Indeed；'　she　said。

'You　have　a　good　eye；　madam；'　he　said；　'for　so　often　in　these　countiy　fairs　the　work　of　the　hololithgrapher　is　substandard。　The
composition　is　frequently　poor　and　the　plate　quality　fades　with　time。　Not　so　with　your　humble　servant。　I　have　plied　this　trade　of
portraiture　for　thirty　years　and　I　fancy　I　have　skill　for　it。　You　see　this　print　here？　The　lakeshore　at　Entreve？'
'It　is　a　pleasing　scene。'
'You　are　very　kind；　madam。　It　is　handcoloured；　like　many　of　my　frames。　But　this　very　print　was　made　in　the　summer　of…　329；　if　my
memory　serves。　And　you'll　appreciate；　there　is　no　fading；　no　loss　of　clarity；　no　discolouration。'
'It　has　preserved　itself　well。'
'It　has；'　he　agreed；　merrily。　'I　have　patented　my　own　techniques；　and　I　prepare　the　chemical　compounds　for　the　plates　by　hand；　in　my
modest　studio　adjoining。'　He　gestured　to　his　trailer。　That　is　how　I　can　maintain　the　quality　and　the　perfect　grade　of　the　hololiths；　and
reproduce　and　print　them　to　order　with　no　marked　loss　of　standard　from　original　to　duplicate。　My　reputation　rests　upon　it。　Up　and
down　the　byeways　of　the　land；　the　name　Bakunin　is　a　watchword　for　quality　portraiture。'
Alizebeth　smiled。　'It's　most　impressive；　Master　Bakunin。　And　how　much…？'
'Aha！'　he　grinned。　'I　thought　you　might　be　tempted；　madam；　and　may　I　say　it　would　be　a　crime　for　your　beauty　to　remain　unrecorded！
My　services　are　most　affordable。'
I　moved　round　further；　edging　my　way　to　the　side　of　his　booth　until　he　and　Alizebeth　were　out　of　sight　behind　the　awning。　I　could　hear
him　still　making　his　pitch　to　her。
On　the　side　of　the　trailer；　further　bold　statements　and　enticements　were　painted　in　a　flourishing　script。　A　large　sign　read　''Portraits　two
crowns；　group　scenes　three　crowns；　gilded　miniatures　a　half…crown　only；　offering　many　a　striking　and　famous　backdoth　for　a　crown
additional。''
I　wandered　behind　the　trailer。　It　was　parked　at　the　edge　of　the　fairground；　near　to　a　copse　of　fintle　and　yew　that　screened　the　meadow
from　pastures　beyond　the　ditch。　It　was　damp　and　shaded　here；　small　animals　rustling　in　the　thickets。　I　tried　to　look　in　at　one　small
window；　but　it　was　shuttered。　I　touched　the　side　of　the　trailer　and　felt　Barbarisater　twitch　against　my　hip。　There　was　a　door　near　the　far
end　of　the　trailer。　I　tried　it；　but　it　was　locked。
'What's　your　business？'　growled　a　voice。
Three　burly　fairground　wranglers　had　approached　along　the　copse…side　of　the　booths。　They　had　been　smoking　lho…sticks　behind　their
trailer　on　a　break。
'Not　yours；'　I　assured　them。
'You　had　best　be　leaving　Master　Bakunin's　trailer　alone；'　one　said。　All　three　were　built　like　wrestlers；　their　bared　arms　stained　with
crude　tattoos。　I　had　no　time　for　this。
'Go　away　now；'　I　said；　pitching　my　will　through　my　voice。　They　all　blinked；　not　quite　sure　what　had　happened　to　their　minds；　and　then
simply　walked　away　as　if　I　wasn't　there。
I　returned　my　attention　to　the　door；　and　quickly　forced　the　lock　with　my　multi…key　To　my　surprise；　the　thin　wooden　door　still　refused
to　open。　I　wondered　if　it　was　bolted　from　inside；　but　as　I　put　more　weight　into　it；　it　did　shift　a　little；　enough　to　prove　there　there　was
nothing　physical　holding　it。　Then　it　banged　back　shut　as　if　drawn　by　immense　suction。
My　pulse　began　to　race。　I　could　feel　the　sour　tang　of　warpcraft　in　the　air　and　Barbarisater　was　now　vibrating　in　its　scabbard。　It　was
time　to　dispense　with　subtleties。
I　paced　around　to　the　front　of　the　booth；　but　there　was　no　longer　any　sign　of　Bequin　or　the　old　man。　Stooping；　I　went　in　under　the
entrance　flap。　An　inner　drop　curtain　of　black　cloth　stopped　exterior　light　from　entering　the　tent。
I　pushed　that　aside。
'I　will　be　with　you　shortly；　sir；'　Bakunin　called；　'if　you　would　give　me　a　moment。'
'I'm　not　a　customer；'　I　said。　I　looked　around。　The　tent　all；　and　lit　by　the　greenish　glow　of　gas　mantles　that　ran；　I　supposed；
off　the　trailer　supply。　Alizebeth　w