The Eisenhorn TrilogyXenos(科幻战争)-第50章

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A　collision　warning　blared；　and　I　veered　to　the　left　in　time　to　glimpse　a　prospecting　pod　that　filled　my　cockpit　windows　for　a　moment
before　racing　past。
Two　bright　yellow　cursors　had　appeared　on　my　auspex　display。　The　beacon　locators　of　prospecting　pods；　like　the　ones　that　had　chased
us　into　the　mine　system。
The　one　that　had　tried　to　collide　with　me　was　turning　wide　over　the　lava　lake。　The　other　was　coming　in　on　an　intercept　course。　I　swung
round　to　face　it　and　then　gulled　away　at　the　last　minute。　The　pass　was　close；　close　enough　to　see　the　Ortog　Promethium　symbols　on　its
flank。　Close　enough　to　see　Enforcer　Kaleil's　face　through　the　cockpit　ports。
The　first　pod；　an　Imperial　Allied　symbol　just　visible　through　the　heat…flaked　paint；　came　in　and　blocked　my　route　to　the　shore　and　the
Lith。　Its　driver；　unidentifiable；　had　smashed　the　window　lights　out　and　was　firing　a　lascarbine　out　from　the　cockpit。　Despite　our
comparative　speeds；　I　felt　several　shots　land　home；　banging　into　the　pod's　fuselage。　I　steered　away；　trying　desperately　not　to　break　my
recitation　as　I　concentrated　on　the　air　duel。
I　began　to　chant　the　words　like　a　mantra。
As　I　turned　from　the　Imperial　Allied　pod；　I　met　Kaleil's　vessel　head　on。　I　rolled　hard　to　evade；　but　still　we　clipped　and　the　whole　pod
shook。
Warning　lights　lit　up　across　the　control　console。　I　had　thruster　damage　and　reduced　manoeuvring　ability。　The　lava　lake　flashed　up　to
consume　me　but　I　climbed　hard；　away　from　the　ash　beach。
All　the　while；　my　recitation　continued。
The　Imperial　Allied　pod　was　on　my　tail；　streaking　the　air　with　las…shots。　We　whipped　hard　around　the　anthragate　pillar；　but　I　couldn't
shake　him。　I　tried　to　think　what　Medea　would　do。　What　Midas　would　have　done。　For　a　moment；　my　words　faltered　as　I　planned　and
executed　my　frantic　response。
The　pod　was　right　behind　me。　I　braked　hard；　and　managed　to　spin　the　anti…grav　machine　in　place　using　the　attitude　jets；　dropping　my
nose　as　if　curtseying　to　my　attacker。　And　I　ignited　my　mining　laser。
The　Imperial　Allied　pod　was　far　too　close　to　my　rear　to　effect　a　turn　or　a　brake。　I　think　he　was　trying　for　a　collision；　but　I　was　just　too
high　for　him。　He　ran　in　under　my　hull　at　full　thrust；　so　close　he　tore　the　lighting　array　and　the　auspex　antennae　off　the　underside　of　my
pod。
He　also　ran　straight　through　the　incandescent　spear　of　my　mining　laser。　It　sliced　the　Imperial　Allied　pod　lengthways　and　sent　the
disintegrating　halves　spinning　away　into　the　white　hot　magma　below。
My　pod　was　half　crippled　now　from　the　pair　of　impacts。　I　continued　my　recitation；　hoping　the　brief　lapse　wouldn't　matter。
With　its　antennae　gone；　the　auspex　was　blind；　but　I　could　see　Kaleil　anyway。　He　was　gunning　across　the　lake　straight　for　me。

I　hovered　in　place。　There　was　a　time　for　action　and；　as　I　had　already　gambled；　a　time　for　words。　I　switched　off　the　vox…ponder　and
keyed　the　open　channel。
'Kaleil？'
'Horn！'
'Not　Horn…　Inquisitor　Eisenhorn。'
Silence。　He　was　two　hundred　metres　and　closing　at　a　speed　that　would　wipe　us　both　out。
I　pressed　the　vox…mic　close　to　my　mouth　and　used　every　shred　of　my　will。
'Don't；'　I　said。
The　Ortog　Promethium　pod　veered　and　then　dived　straight　down　into　the　lava　lake。　A　halo　of　fire　broke　up　from　the　slow；　undulating
splash　it　made　in　the　liquid　rock。
I　LIMPED　MY　pod　over　to　the　ash　beach　and　set　down　about　twenty　metres　short　of　the　Lith。　Medea　moaned　in　her　sleep。　I　dreaded　the
dreams　that　might　be　boiling　through　her　subconscious。
'Get　out　of　my　head！'　I　snarled　aloud　at　the　Lith's　persistent　whispering。
It　took　me　a　moment　to　rewind　the　vox…ponder　recording　and　set　it　to　a　continuous　loop。　Then　I　diverted　its　signal　into　the　echosounding
sonar　system　that　the　pod　used　to　supplement　its　auspex　in　assay　and　location　work。　I　twiddled　the　dials　until　the　powerful
sonar　was　aimed　directly　at　the　malevolent　decahedron。
Conveyed　in　fierce　ultra…sonic　pulses；　my　recording　blasted　the　Lith。　The　Emperor's　Prayer　of　Abrogation　Against　the　Warp；　learned
by　rote　by　every　good　schoolchild　of　the　Imperium。　An　innocent　blessing　against　the　darkness；　a　banishment　of　Chaos。　I　doubted　it
had　ever　been　used　so　actively。　I　doubted　my　scholam　tutors　had　ever　conceived　of　such　a　use　for　that　simple；　sing…song　declaration。
'Words；'　I　murmured。　'Your　corrupt　whispers　against　my　words　of　power。　How　do　you　like　that？'
I　pushed　the　sonar　gain　to　maximum。　In　terms　of　sonics　alone；　the　pulses　would　have　stunned　a　man　to　unconsciousness　and　snapped
his　bones。
For　a　good　minute　or　more；　I　feared　it　was　having　no　effect。
Then　the　whispering　ceased。　It　became　a　subsonic　moaning　of　rage　and　anguish；　and　finally　agony。
The　Lith's　surface　became　discoloured；　as　if　mottled　by　mould。　It　shuddered；　cracking　the　obsidian　around　it。
Then　its　inner　luminescence　sputtered　and　went　out；　and　it　became　indistinguishable　from　the　black　volcanic　glass　that　surrounded　it。
WHEN　THE　LITH　died；　so　did　its　servants；　and　so　did　the　blasphemy。　Checking　that　Medea　was　now　just　sleeping　soundly；　I　nursed　the
damaged　pod　back　down　the　cavern　in　time　to　see　the　last　stringy　remnants　of　the　foul　worm　combusting　and　sliding　off　the
translithopede's　buckled　hull。　The　air　was　thick　with　dirty　cinders　and　the　smoke　of　burning　fat。
The　burning　corpses　of　cultists　littered　the　chamber　floor。　Motionless　stalkers　stood　in　their　midst；　cycling　on　pause；　waiting　for　the
next　command。
BROKEN　AND　TWISTED；　the　great　burrower　was　at　least　intact。　When　I　brought　the　pod　into　the　dock…bay；　Bure's　own　tech…adepts
themselves　emerged　to　take　care　of　Medea's　unconscious　body。
The　companionway　floor　was　raked　over　at　an　angle。　Bure's　engineer　priests　were　still　trying　to　repair　the　inertial　dampers。
Acrid　smoke　filled　the　air；　unpleasantly　scented　by　the　fat…fires　outside。　Aemos　met　me　in　the　doorway　of　the　control　chamber　and
hugged　me　briefly　in　a　rare　display　of　affection。　Bure　had　shed　his　orange　robe。　A　sinister；　stark；　inhuman　silhouette；　he　watched　our
very　human　exchange　from　the　edge　of　the　podium；　backlit　by　fires　raging　in　the　workstations　below。
'We're　fine　now；　old　friend；'　I　said　to　Aemos。
He　broke　the　embrace；　as　if　guilty。　'You　did　well；　Gregor。　Marvellously！　I…　I　didn't　mean　any　disrespect…'
It　was　at　times　like　that　I　wished　I　could　still　smile。　I　am　too　used　to　my　face　being　the　impassive　mask　Gorgone　Locke　gave　me。
Using　my　will　gently；　so　he　might　understand　the　truth　of　my　words；　I　said；　'No　disrespect　taken；　old　friend。'
Aemos　smiled　sheepishly　and　turned　away。
His　suspensors　hissing；　Bure　glided　over　to　me。　To　my　surprise；　he　hugged　me　too。　It　was　brief　and　clumsy；　his　servo　arms　conveying
no　warmth。　I　felt　terrible　sorrow　for　him　then。　His　human　core　had　been　moved　by　the　events　and　he　had　seen　and　copied　Aemos's
impromptu　display　of　affection。　Just　then；　I　believe；　he　passionately　wanted　to　be　human　again。　Just　for　a　moment。　But　his　vicing　arms
had　no　more　emotion　in　them　than　the　tight　handshake　with　which　he　had　first　greeted　me。
He　swung　away；　his　arms　to　his　sides。　His　green　eye…lights　flicked　back　and　forth　over　the　repair　teams　as　they　worked　to　contain　the
damage。
'I　have　never　said；'　he　began；　his　voxed　voice　toneless　and　cold；　though　it　tried　to　be　neither　of　those　things。　'Hapshant。　He　thought　the
world　of　you；　Eisenhorn。　He　told　me　once　that　he　believed　you　would　eclipse　his　career　with　your　own。　I　think　he　was　right。'
'Thank　you；　magos。'
He　turned　around　to　look　at　me。　His　eye　were　tiny　spots　of　emerald　fire。
'You　never　did　say　what　brought　you　here。'
'Recent　matters　somewhat　overtook　us；　magos。'
'Yes。　But　still；　you　never　did　say…'
'I　have　to　explain　the…　circumstances　that　have　changed　in　my　life；　magos。　I　will　explain　them　carefully；　in　the　hope　that　you　will
understand　and　not　think　badly　of　me。　But　first…　I　gave　you　something　to　safeguard　and　study；　a　century　ago。　I'd　like　to　see　it　again。'

IT　WAS　IRONIC；　as　if　some　karmic　balance　was　at　work。　Of　course；　I　didn't　believe　in　such　things。　Bure　had　burrowed　and　tunnelled　his
way　fruitlessly　through　the　heart　of　Cinchare　for　eleven　weeks；　only　to　have　Aemos　casually　present　him　with　the　Lith's　location。　And
we　had　gone　deep　into　the　mines　to　find　Bure　only　to　learn　that　what　I　had　come　to　Cinchare　for　had　been　safely　locked　away　in　the
annex　of　the　Adeptus　Mechanicus　all　along；　had　I　but　looked　for　it。
IT　TOOK　THIRTY　hours　for　the　ailing　translithopede　to　make　its　way　back　to　the　surface。　Once　we'd　broken　through　the　blue　gypnate
crust　at　the　Imperial　Allied　mineworks；　I　sent　Aemos　and　Medea　back　to　the　cutter　to　check　in　with　Bequin　and　the　others；　still　waiting
aboard　the　Essene　at　high　orbit。　I　hoped　they　hadn't　done　anything　foolish　in　my　absence。
BURE　TOOK　ME　to　the　annex。　His　encoded　touch　brought　the　sanctum　to　life；　and　lit　long　hallways　to　either　side　of　the　Mechanicus
chapel。　He　led　me　down　one　of　these；　the　illumination　plates　still　flickering　as　they　warmed　up　after　such　a　prolonged　period　of　disuse。
The　magos　linked　his　thoracic　neural　cables　to　a　wall　socket　and　disengaged　a　lock。　A　heavy；　armoured　door　slid　open。　Then　another；
inside　the　first；　then　a　third；　a　sturdy　iris　valve　that　withdrew　segmentally　into　the　wall　frame　with　a　n