The Eisenhorn TrilogyXenos(科幻战争)-第63章

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mirror　and　lamens　in　the　casket。　The　Imperial　amulet　went　back　on　its　velvet　pad　in　the　locking　draw；　and　I　slid　the　tube…scrolls　back
into　their　catalogue　rack。
Then　I　placed　the　ranestaff　on　its　hooks　in　the　lit　alcove　above　the　glass　case　containing　the　broken　pieces　of　proud　Barbarisater。
Finally；　I　opened　the　void　safe　in　the　floor　behind　my　bureau；　and　gently　laid　the　Malus　Codicium　inside。
Jarat　was　ringing　the　bell　again。
I　sealed　the　safe　and　went　down　to　dinner。

BACKCLOTH　FOR　A　CROWN
ADDITIONAL
LORD　FROIGRE；　MUCH　to　everyone's　dismay　including；　I'm　sure；　his　own；　was　dead。
It　was　a　dry；　summer　morning　in　355。M41　and　I　was　taking　breakfast　with　Alizebeth　Bequin　on　the　terrace　of　Spaeton　House　when　I
received　the　news。　The　sky　was　a　blurry　blue；　the　colour　of　Sameterware　porcelain；　and　down　in　the　bay　the　water　was　a　pale　lilac；
shot　through　with　glittering　frills　of　silver。　Sand　doves　warbled　from　the　drowsy　shade　of　the　estate　orchards。
Jubal　Kircher；　my　craggy；　dependable　chief　of　household　security；　came　out　into　the　day's　heat　from　the　garden　room；　apologised
courteously　for　interrupting　our　private　meal；　and　handed　me　a　folded　square　of　thin　transmission　paper。
'Trouble？'　asked　Bequin；　pushing　aside　her　dish　of　ploin　crepes。
'Froigre's　dead；'　I　replied；　studying　the　missive。
'Froigre　who？'
'Lord　Froigre　of　House　Froigre。'
'You　knew　him？'
'Very　well。　I　would　count　him　as　a　friend。　Well；　how　very　miserable。　Dead　at　eighty…two。　That's　no　age。'
'Was　he　ill？'　Bequin　asked。
'No。　Aen　Froigre　was；　if　anything；　maddeningly　robust　and　healthy。　Not　a　scrap　of　augmetics　about　him。　You　know　the　sort。'　I　made
this　remark　pointedly。　My　career　had　not　been　kind　to　my　body。　I　had　been　repaired；　rebuilt；　augmented　and　generally　sewn　back
together　more　times　than　I　cared　to　remember。　I　was　a　walking　testimonial　to　Imperial　Medicae　reconstruction　surgery。　Alizebeth；　on
the　other　hand；　still　looked　like　a　woman　in　her　prime；　a　beautiful　woman　at　that；　and　only　the　barest　minimum　of　juvenat　work　had
preserved　her　so。
'According　to　this；　he　died　following　a　seizure　at　his　home　last　night。　His　family　are　conducting　thorough　investigations；　of　course；
but…'　I　drummed　my　fingers　on　the　table…top。
'Foul　play？'
'He　was　an　influential　man。'
'Such　men　have　enemies。'
'And　friends；'　I　said。　I　handed　her　the　communique。　'That's　y　assistance。'
But　for　my　friendship　with　Aen；　I'd　have　turned　the　matter　down。　Alizebeth　had　only　just　arrived　on　Gudrun　after　an　absence　of　almost
eighteen　months；　and　would　be　gone　again　in　a　week；　so　I　had　resolved　to　spend　as　much　time　with　her　as　possible。　The　operational
demands　of　the　Distaff；　based　on　Messina；　kept　her　away　from　my　side　far　more　than　I　would　have　liked。
But　this　was　important；　and　Lady　Froigre's　plea　too　distraught　to　ignore。
'I'll　come　with　you；'　Alizebeth　suggested。　'I　feel　like　a　jaunt　in　the　country。'　She　called　for　a　staff　car　to　be　brought　round　from　the
stable　block　and　we　were　on　our　way　in　under　an　hour。
FELIPPE　GABON；　ONE　of　Kircher's　security　detail；　acted　as　our　driver。　He　guided　the　car　up　from　Spaeton　on　a　whisper　of　thrust　and
laid　in　a　course　for　Menizerre。　Soon　we　were　cruising　south…west　over　the　forest　tracts　and　the　verdant　cultivated　belt　outside　Dorsay
and　leaving　the　Insume　headland　behind。
In　the　comfortable；　climate…controlled　rear　cabin　of　the　staff　car；　I　told　Alizebeth　about　Froigre。
'There　have　been　Froigres　on　Gudrun　since　the　days　of　the　first　colonies。　Their　house　is　one　of　the　Twenty…Six　Venerables；　that　is　to
say　one　of　the　twenty…six　original　noble　fiefs；　and　as　such　has　an　hereditary　seat　in　the　Upper　Legislature　of　the　planetary　government。
Other；　newer　houses　have　considerably　more　power　and　land　these　days；　but　nothing　can　quite　eclipse　the　prestige　of　the　Venerables。
Houses　like　Froigre；　Sangral；　Meissian。　And　Glaw。'
She　smiled　impishly　at　my　inclusion　of　that　last　name。
'So…　power；　land；　prestige…　a　honeytrap　for　rivals　and　enemies。　Did　your　friend　have　any？'
I　shrugged。　I'd　brought　with　me　several　data…slates　Psullus　had　looked　out　for　me　from　the　library。　They　contained　heraldic　ledgers；
family　histories；　biographies　and　memoirs。　And　very　little　that　seemed　pertinent。
'House　Froigre　vied　with　House　Athensae　and　House　Brudish　in　the　early　years　of　Gudrun；　but　that's　literally　ancient　history。　Besides；
House　Brudish　became　extinct　after　another　feud　with　House　Pariti　eight　hundred　years　ago。　Aen's　grandfather　famously　clashed　with
Lord　Sangral　and　the　then　Governor　Lord　Dougray　over　the　introduction　of　Founding　Levy　in　the　one…nineties；　but　that　was　just
political；　though　Dougray　never　forgave　him　and　later　snubbed　him　by　making　Richtien　chancellor。　In　recent　times；　House　Froigre　has
been　very　much　a　quiet；　solid；　traditional　seat　in　the　Legislature。　No　feuds；　that　I　know　of。　In　fact；　there　hasn't　been　an　inter…house　war
on　Gudrun　for　seven　generations。
'They　all　play　nicely　together；　these　days；　do　they？'　she　asked。
'Pretty　much。　One　of　the　things　I　like　about　Gudrun　is　that　it　is　so　damned　civilised。'
'Too　damned　civilised；'　she　admonished。　'One　day；　Gregor；　one　day　this　place　will　lull　you　into　such　a　deep　sense　of　tranquil　seclusion
that　you'll　be　caught　with　your　pants　down。'

'I　hardly　think　so。　It's　not　complacency；　before　you　jump　down　my　throat。　Gudrun　…　Spaeton　House　itself　…　is　just　a　safe　place。　A
sanctuary；　given　my　line　of　work。'
'Your　friend's　still　dead；'　she　reminded　me。
I　sat　back。　'He　liked　to　live　well。　Good　food；　fine　wines。　He　could　drink　Nayl　under　the　table。'
'No！'
'I'm　not　joking。　Five　years　ago；　at　the　wedding　of　Aen's　daughter。　I　was　invited　and　I　took　Harlon　along　as…　as　I　don't　know　what；
actually。　You　weren't　around　and　I　didn't　want　to　go　alone。　Harlon　started　bending　his　lordship's　ear　with　tales　of　bounty　hunting　and
the　last　I　saw　of　them　they　were　sprinting　their　way　down　their　fourth　bottle　of　anise　at　five　in　the　morning。　Aen　was　up　at　nine　the
next　day　to　see　his　daughter　off。　Nayl　was　still　asleep　at　nine　the　following　day。'
She　grinned。　'So　a　life　of　great　appetites　may　have　just　caught　up　with　him？'
'Perhaps。　Though　you'd　think　that　would　have　shown　up　on　the　medicae　mortus's　report。'
'So　you　do　suspect　foul　play？'
'I　can't　shake　that　idea。'
I　was　silent　for　a　few　minutes；　and　Alizebeth　scrolled　her　way　through　several　of　the　slates。
'House　Froigre's　main　income　was　from　mercantile　dealings。　They　hold　a　twelve　point　stock　in　Brade　ent　Cie　and　a　fifteen　per　cent
share　in　Helican　SubSid　Shipping。　What　about　trade　rivals？'
'We'd　have　to　expand　our　scope　off…planet。　I　suppose　assassination　is　possible；　but　that's　a　strange　way　to　hit　back　at　a　trade　rival。　I'll
have　to　examine　their　records。　If　we　can　turn　up　signs　of　a　clandestine　trade　fight；　then　maybe　assassination　is　the　answer。'
'Your　friend　spoke　out　against　the　Ophidian　Campaign。'
'So　did　his　father。　Neither　believed　it　was　appropriate　to　divert　funds　and　manpower　into　a　war　of　reconquest　in　the　subsector　next
door　when　there　was　so　much　to　put　in　order　on　the　home　front。'
'I　was　just　wondering…'　she　said。
'Wonder　away；　but　I　think　that's　a　dead　end。　The　Ophidian　War's　long　since　over　and　done　with　and　I　don't　think　anyone　cares　what
Aen　thought　about　it。'
'So　have　you　got　a　theory？'
'Only　the　obvious　ones。　None　of　them　with　any　substantiating　data。　An　internecine　feud；　targeting　Aen　from　inside　the　family。　A
murder　driven　by　some　secret　affair　of　the　heart。　A　darker　conspiracy　that　remains　quite　invisible　for　now。　Or…'
'Or？'
'Too　much　good　living；　in　which　case　we'll　be　home　before　nightfall。'
FROIGRE　HALL；　THE　ancestral　pile　of　the　noble　House　Froigre；　was　a　splendid　stack　of　ivy…swathed　ouslite　and　copper　tiles
overlooking　the　Vale　of　Fiegg；　ten　kilometres　south　of　Menizerre。　Water　meadows　sloped　back　from　the　river；　becoming　wildflower
pastures　that　climbed　through　spinneys　of　larch　and　fintle　to　hem　the　magnificent　planned　gardens　of　the　house；　geometric　designs　of
box…hedge；　trim　lawn；　flowering　beds　and　symmetrical　ponds。　Beyond　the　sandy　drive；　darkened　woods　came　right　down　to　skirt　the
back　of　the　great　hall；　except　for　where　a　near…perfect　sulleq　lawn　had　been　laid。　Aen　and　I　had　spent　several　diverting　afternoons
there；　playing　against　each　other。　A　kilometre　north　of　the　house；　the　gnarled　stone　finger　of　the　Folly　rose　from　the　ascending　woods。
'Where　to　put　down；　sir？'　Gabon　asked　over　the　intercom。
'On　the　drive　in　front　of　the　portico；　if　you'd　be　so　kind。'
'What's　been　going　on　here？'　Alizebeth　asked　as　we　came　in　lower。　She　pointed。　The　lawn　areas　nearest　to　the　hall　were　littered　with
scraps　of　rubbish　…　paper　waste　and　glittery　bits　of　foil。　Some　sections　of　grass　were　flat　and　yellow　as　if　compressed　and　starved　of
light。
Tiny　stones；　whipped　up　by　our　downwash；　ticked　off　the　car's　bodywork　as　we　settled　in　to　land。
'OH；　MY　DEAR　Gregor！'　Lady　Freyl　Froigre　almost　fell　into　my　arms。　I　held　her　in　a　comforting　embrace　for　a　few　patient　moments　as
she　sobbed　against　my　chest。
'Forgive　me！'　she　said　suddenly；　pulling　away　and　dabbing　her　eyes　with　a　black　lace　handkerchief。　'This　is　all　so　very　terrible。　So
very；　very　terrible。'
'My　deepest　sy