The Eisenhorn TrilogyXenos(科幻战争)-第29章

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predate　mankind's　arrival　in　this　system；　and　their　manner　of　manufacture　is　unknown。　They　are　totally　inert；　by　any　auspex　measure
known　to　our　race；　but　many　believe　their　presence　explains　the　quieting　of　the　violent　warp　torrents　that　makes　the　Cadia　Gate　the
single；　calm；　navigable　route　to　the　Ocularis　Terribus。
'They　were　trying　to　measure　this　thing？'
'Uh　huh；'　Fischig　replied　clearly　over　the　speeder's　drive　as　we　pulled　another　hard　turn。　'This　and　several　others。　They　had　auspex　and
geo…locators　and　magnetic　plumbs。　Finding　the　exact　dimensions…　and　I　do　mean　exact…　was　the　entire　goal　of　the　Sons　of　Bael。'
'They　connect　with　Cherubael…　I　mean；　beyond　the　〃Bael〃　part？'
'The　interview　logs　I've　read　show　they　name　〃Bael〃　fully　as　a　god　called　Cherub　of　Bael；　who　came　amongst　them　and　made
demands　that　they　measure　the　pylons　in　return　for　great　knowledge　and　power。'
'And　the　inquisitor　general…　this　Gorfal？　He　suppressed　this？'
'Not　deliberately。　I　think　he　was　just　sloppy。'
'I　want　to　speak　with　the　current　inquisitor　general…　Neve；　did　you　say　her　name　was？'
'Yeah。　I　thought　you　might。'
WHILE　DAYLIGHT　REMAINED；　we　flew　west　to　Kasr　Derth；　the　largest　castellum　in　the　region　and　the　seat　of　provincial　government　for
the　Caducades。　Fischig　switched　on　the　speeder's　vox…ponder　and　broadcast　the　day's　access　codes　to　the　sentry　turrets　as　we　passed
the　outer　ring…ditch。　Even　so；　Man…ticore　and　Hydra　batteries　traversed　and　tracked　us　as　we　went　over。
The　vox…ponder　pinged　fretfully　as　it　detected　multiple　target…locks。
'Don't　worry；'　said　Fischig；　noticing　my　look。　'We're　safe。　I　think　the　Cadians　enjoy　taking　every　possible　opportunity　to　practise。'
We　ran　down　the　line　of　a　slow　moving　convoy　…　drab；　armoured　twelve…wheeler　transports　escorted　by　lurching　Sentinel　walkers　…
and　followed　the　highway　up　towards　the　ridge　of　the　earthwork。　Beyond　it；　and　two　more　like　it；　the　heavy；　grey　fortifications　and
shatrovies　of　Kasr　Derth　sulked　in　the　twilight。
Watch…lights　on　skeleton　towers　stood　on　the　upper　slope　of　the　earthwork。　More　turret　emplacements　and　pillboxes　studded　the
defence　berm　like　knuckles。　Again；　the　vox…ponder　pinged。

Fischig　dropped　the　speed　and　altitude；　and　swung　us　down　towards　the　eastern　barbican；　a　small　fortress　in　its　own　right；　bristling
with　Earth…shaker　platforms。　A　bas…relief　Imperial　eagle　decorated　the　upper　face　of　the　ashlar…dressed　structure。
We　ran　in　through　the　barbican's　gate；　over　the　hydraulic　bascule　that　crossed　the　inner　moat；　and　into　the　castellum's　deliberately
narrow　and　twisting　streets。
Cadia's　earliest　kasrs　had　been　built　in　the　High　Terra　style；　with　the　wide　streets　laid　out　on　a　grid　system。　In　early　M。32；　a　Chaos
invasion　had　made　wretchedly　short　work　of　three　of　them。　The　broad；　ordered　avenues　had　proved　impossible　to　defend　or　hold。
Since　then；　the　kasrs　had　been　planned　in　elaborate　geometric　patterns；　the　streets　jinking　back　and　forth　like　the　teeth　of　a　key。　From
the　air；　Kasr　Derth　looked　like　an　intricate；　angular　puzzle。　Given　the　Cadians'　mettle　and　their　skills　at　urban…war；　a　kasr　could　be
held；　street　by　street；　metre　by　metre；　for　months　if　not　years。
We　slunk　along　the　busy；　labyrinthine　streets　as　the　caged　lamps　came　on　and　business　began　to　shut　for　the　night。　I　was　about　to
remark　to　Fischig　that　it　looked　for　all　the　world　like　a　military　camp；　until　I　realised　that　even　the　civilian　fashion　was　for
camouflaged　clothing。　It　soon　became　easy　to　pick　out　locals　from　visitors。　The　jag…white　and　grey　of　tundra　dress　or　the　panelled
green　and　beige　of　moor　fatigues　marked　out　newcomers　and　off　duty　soldiery。　The　population　of　Kasr　Derth　wore　grey　and　brown
checkered　urban　camouflage。
We　passed　the　stilted　horreums　of　the　Imperial　Cadian　Granary；　and　the　tight…packed　baileys　of　the　rich　and　successful。　Even　the
townhouses　of　the　wealthy　had　armouring　on　their　mansard　roofs。
To　the　left　lay　the　brightly…lit　aleatorium；　to　which　night　crowds　were　already　flocking　to　gamble　away　their　pay。　To　the　right；　Kasr's
senaculum　with　its　gleaming；　ceramite…plated　shatrovy　pyramid。　Ahead；　lay　the　minster　of　the　Inquisition。　The　vox…ponder　pinged
again　as　the　gun…walls　along　the　deep　approach　followed　us。
Fischig　settled　the　speeder　down　on　the　spicae　testicae　paving　of　the　minster's　inner　yard；　where　sunken　guide…lights　stitched　out　a
winking　cross。　Inquisitorial　guards　in　gold…laced　burgundy　armour　approached　us　as　we　swung　back　the　speeder's　canopy　and　climbed
out。
I　showed　the　nearest　one　my　rosette。
He　clipped　his　heels　together　and　saluted。
'My　lord。'
'I　wish　to　see　the　inquisitor　general。'
'I　will　inform　her　staff；'　he　said　obediently；　and　hurried　away　across　the　herringbone　paving；　holding　up　his　baldric　so　his　power　sword
wouldn't　trip　him。
'You　won't　like　her；'　Fischig　said　as　he　came　round　the　parked　speeder　to　join　me。　'Why？'
'Ah；　trust　me。　You　just　won't。'
'IT'S　LATE。　I　had　finished　business　for　the　day；'　said　Inquisitor　General　Neve；　stabbing　her　holoquill　back　into　the　brass　power…well　on
the　desk。
'My　apologies；　madam。'
'Don't　bother。　I'm　not　about　to　shut　my　doors　to　the　famous　Inquisitor　Eisenhorn。　We're　a　long　way　from　the　Helican　sub；　but　your
fame　precedes　you。'
'In　a　good　way；　I　hope。'
The　inquisitor　general　rose　from　her　writing　desk　and　straightened　the　front　of　her　green　flannel　robe。　She　was　a　short；　sturdy　woman
in　her　late　one　tens；　if　my　eye　was　any　judge；　with　salt　and　pepper　hair　plied　back　tightly　into　a　bourse。　She　had　the　typical　pale；　tight
flesh　and　violet　eyes　of　a　Cadian。
'Whatever；'　she　snapped。
We　stood　in　her　sanctum；　an　octastyle　chamber　with　a　black　and　white　cosmati　floor　and　aethercite　walls　inscribed　with　a　waterleaf
design。　It　was　lit　with　rushlights　and　the　flame　glow　accented　the　carved　lotus　motif。
Inquisitor　General　Neve　clumped　around　her　desk　to　face　us；　leaning　on　an　ornate　silver　crutch。
'You'll　want　to　be　reviewing　the　Bael　records；　I　suppose？'
'How　did　you　guess？'　I　asked。
She　favoured　her　weight　on　her　sound　foot　and　pointed　the　rubber…capped　toe　of　the　crutch　at　Fischig。
'Him；　I　know。　He's　been　here　before。　One　of　yours；　I　suppose；　inquisitor。'
'One　of　my　best。'
She　arched　her　spare；　plucked　eyebrows。　'Hah。　Much　that　says　about　you。　Come　on。　The　archivum。'
A　DIM　SCREW…STAIR　led　down　to　the　basement　archivum。　The　turning　steps　of　the　spiral　were　hard　for　her　to　manage；　but　she　shooed
me　away　curtly　when　I　offered　to　assist　her。
'I　meant　no　insult；　inquisitor　general；'　I　said。
'Your　kind　never　do；'　she　snapped。　I　felt　it　wasn't　the　moment　to　inquire　what　kind　that　might　be。
The　archivum　was　a　long；　panelled　chamber　lit　only　by　the　lamps　of　the　double…faced　desk…row　that　ran　down　its　middle。
'Light　buoy！'　Neve　snarled；　and　a　servitor…skull　drifted　down　from　the　coffered　ceiling；　hovering　at　her　shoulder　and　igniting　its
halogen　eye…beams。
'Bael；　Sons　of。　Find；'　she　told　it；　and　it　coursed　away；　turning　and　dipping；　sweeping　the　racks　of　the　catalogue　with　its　twin　spears　of
light。

It　stopped；　eight　sections　down；　and　began　to　buzz　around　a　shelf　groaning　with　data…slates；　file　tubes　and　dusty　paper　books。
Fischig　and　I　followed　Neve　as　she　hobbled　over　to　join　it。
'Sons　of…　Sons　of…　Sons　of　Teuth；　Sons　of　Macharius；　sons　of　bitches。　She　glanced　round　at　me。　That　passes　for　humour　here；
Eisenhorn。'
'I'm　sure　it　does；　madam。'
Her　fingers　went　back　to　the　stacks；　running　along　the　fraying　spines　and　tagged　slate…sleeves；　following　the　skull…buoy's　light　beams。
'Sons　of　Barabus…　Sons　of　Balkar…　Here！　Here　it　is。　Sons　of　Bael。'
She　pulled　a　file　case　off　the　shelf；　blew　the　dust　off　it　into　my　face　and　handed　it　to　me。　'Put　it　back　where　you　found　it　when　you've
finished；'　she　said。　She　turned　to　go。
'Your　pardon；　wait；'　I　said。
Two　emphatic　thumps　of　her　cratch　swung　her　around　to　face　me　again。
'What？'
'Your　predecessor…　um…'
'Gorfal；'　whispered　Fischig。
'Gorfal。　He　burned　the　members　of　this　cult　without　examination。　Have　you　never　reviewed　the　case？'
She　smiled　at　me。　It　wasn't　encouraging。
'You　know；　Eisenhorn…　I　always　imagined　roving　inquisitors　like　you　had　adventurous；　exciting　lives。　All　so　very　exhilarating；　all
that　celebrity　and　heroism　and　notoriety。　To　think　I　used　to　dream　of　being　like　you。　You　have　no　idea；　do　you？'
'With　respect；　inquisitor　general…　of　what？'
She　gestured　at　the　file　case　I　was　clutching。　'The　crap。　The　nonsense。　The　bric…a…brac。　The　Sons　of　Bael？　Why　the　hell　should　I
review　that　case？　It's　dead；　dead　and　nothing。　A　bunch　of　fools　who　were　pulled　off　the　West…moorland　pylon　in　the　middle　of　the
night　for　playing　around　with　geo…locators。　Whoooo！　I'm　so　scared！　Imagine　that；　they're　measuring　us！　Do　you　have　any　idea　what
this　wardship　is　like？'
'Inquisitor　general；　I—'
'Do　you？　This　is　Cadia；　you　silly　fool！　Cadia！　Right　on　the　doorway　of　Chaos！　Right　in　the　heart　of　everything！　The　seepage　of　evil　is
so　great；　I　have　a　hundred　active　cults　to　subdue　every　month！　A　hundred！　The　place　breeds　recidivists　like　a　pond　breeds　scum。　I
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
unco