The Eisenhorn TrilogyXenos(科幻战争)-第65章

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enshel　seed　traces　found　in
the　stable　block。　More　lho；　as　well　as　listeria　and　e。　coli　in　small　amounts　in　the　kitchen　section…　hmmm…'
Alizebeth　shrugged。　'The　usual　mix　of　recreational　drugs　one　might　expect；　none　in　large　quantities；　and　the　kitchens's　as　hygienic　as
anywhere。　You'd　probably　get　the　same　sort　of　readings　from　Spaeton　House。'
'Probably。　Penshel　seeds；　they're　quite　unusual。'
'A　very　mild　stimulant；'　said　Gabon。　'I　didn't　know　anyone　still　used　that　stuff。　Time　was；　it　was　the　drug　of　choice　in　the　artists'
quarter　of　Dorsay；　back　when　I　was　on　the　force。　The　seeds　are　dried；　rolled　and　smoked　in　pipes。　A　little　bohemian；　an　old　man's
smoke。'
'Most　of　the　outdoor　traces　can　be　put　down　to　the　visiting　entertainers；'　I　mused；　'plus　a　little　off…duty　pleasure　from　the　staff　or　looseliving
guests。　What　about　the　stable　block？　Are　any　of　Froigre's　ostlers　penshel　smokers？'
Alizebeth　shook　her　head。　'They'd　cleared　large　parts　of　the　stable　area　to　provide　spaces　for　the　fair　stall…holders。'
I　put　the　snooper　down　on　the　desk　and　it　wriggled　back　and　forth　for　a　few　moments　until　it　got　enough　purchase　to　right　itself。　'So
nothing　untoward；　in　fact。　And　certainly　no　significant　toxins。'
'None　at　all；'　said　Alizebeth。
Damn。　Given　the　description　of　Aen's　death；　I　had　been　quite　sure　poison　was　the　key；　perhaps　some　assassin's　sophisticated　toxin　that
had　not　shown　up　on　the　initial　medicae　report。　But　Alizebeth's　snooper　was　high…grade　and　thorough。
'What　do　we　do　now？'　she　asked。
I　passed　her　my　data…slate。　'Send　the　contents　of　this　to　Aemos　by　direct　vox…link。　See　what　he　can　come　up　with。'
Uber　Aemos　was　my　ancient　and　trusted　savant。　If　anyone　could　see　a　pattern　or　make　a　connection；　it　was　him。
EVENING　FELL。　I　went　outside；　alone。　I　felt　annoyed　and　frustrated。　In　fact；　I　felt　thwarted。　I'd　come　there　as　a　favour　to　my　old　friend's
widow；　offering　my　services；　and　in　most　respects　I　perial　inquisitor；　and　this　was　most　likely　just　a　job
for　the　local　arbites。　I　had　expected　to　have　the　entire　matter　sewn　up　in　a　few　hours；　to　settle　things　swiftly　in　a　quick；　unofficial
investigation；　and　leave　with　the　thanks　of　the　family　for　sparing　them　a　long；　drawn…out　inquest。
But　the　clues　just　weren't　there。　There　was　no　motive；　no　obvious　antagonist；　no　aggressor；　but　still　it　seemed　likely　that　Aen　Froigre
had　been　killed。　I　looked　at　the　medicae　report　again；　hoping　to　find　something　that　would　establish　natural　causes。
Nothing。　Something；　someone；　had　taken　my　friend's　life；　but　I　couldn't　tell　what　or　who　or　why。
The　evening　skies　were　dark；　stained　a　deep　violet　and　smeared　with　chasing　milky　clouds。　An　early　moon　shone；　passing　behind　the
running　trails　of　cloud　every　minute　or　so。　A　wind　was　gathering；　and　the　stands　of　trees　beside　the　lawn　were　beginning　to　sway　and
swish。　The　leaves　made　a　cold　sound；　like　rain。
I　walked　over　to　my　flyer；　popped　the　cargo　trunk　and　took　out　Barbarisater。　I　slowly　freed　it　from　its　silk　bindings　and　drew　the　long；
gleaming　blade　from　its　machined　scabbard。　Barbarisater　had　been　an　heirloom　sword；　a　psychically…attuned　weapon　from　the　forges
of　distant　Carthae　and　slaved　to　the　minds　of　the　generations　of　warrior　women　who　had　wielded　it。　Enhancing　its　strength　with
pentagrammic　wards；　I　had　used　the　long　sabre　in　my　battle　against　the　heretic　Quixos；　during　which　struggle　it　had　been　broken

below　the　tip。　Master　swordsmiths　had　remade　the　blade　from　the　broken　main　portion；　creating　a　shorter；　straighter　blade　by　rounding
off　and　edging　the　break　and　reducing　the　hilt。　A　good　deal　smaller　than　its　old　self；　now　more　a　single…handed　rapier　than　a　hand…anda…
half　sabre；　it　was　still　a　potent　weapon。
Naked；　in　my　hand；　it　hummed　and　whined　as　my　mind　ran　mrough　it　and　made　it　resonate。　The　incised　wards　glowed　and　sobbed　out
faint　wisps　of　smoke。　I　walked　out　over　the　grass　under　the　seething　trees；　holding　the　blade　out　before　me　like　a　dowsing　rod；
sweeping　the　scene；　letting　the　blade…tip　slide　along　the　invisible　angles　of　space。　Twice；　on　my　circuit　of　the　lawns；　it　twitched　as　if
tugged　by　sprite　hands；　but　I　could　discern　nothing　from　the　locations。
But　mere　was　something　there。　My　first　hint　of　a　malign　focus。　My　first　hint　that　not　only　was　foul　play　involved；　but　that　Lady
Froigre　might　be　right。
Though　they　had　left　only　the　slightest　traces　behind　them；　infernal　powers　had　been　at　work　here。
ALIZEBETH　CAME　INTO　my　room　at　eight　the　next　morning。　She　woke　me　by　sitting　down　on　the　side　of　my　bed　and　handed　me　a　cup
of　hot；　black　caffeine　as　I　roused。
She　was　already　dressed　and　ready　for　work。　The　day　was　bright。　I　could　hear　the　household　coming　to　life：　pans　clattering　the　kitchen
block　and　the　butler　calling　to　his　pages　in　the　nearby　gallery。
'Bad　storm　in　the　night；'　she　said。　'Brought　trees　down。'
'Really？'　I　grumbled；　sitting　up　and　sipping　the　sweet；　dark　caffeine。
I　looked　at　her。　It　wasn't　like　Bequin　to　be　so　perky　this　early。
'Out　with　it；'　I　said。
She　handed　me　a　data…slate。　'Aemos　has　been　busy。　Must've　worked　all　night。'
'Through　the　storm。'
'There　was　no　storm　up　his　way。　It　was　local。'　I　didn't　really　hear　that　reply。　I　was　caught　up　in　a　close　reading　of　the　slate。
Failing　to　cross…match　just　about　every　detail　I　had　sent　him；　Aemos　had　clearly　become　bored。　The　list　of　guests　I　had　sent　him　had
led　to　nothing；　despite　his　best　efforts　to　make　connections。　The　caterers　and　performers　had　revealed　nothing　either。　No　links　to　the
underworld　or　cult　activity；　no　misdeeds　or　priors；　except　for　the　usual　clutch　of　innocent　and　minor　violations　one　might　expect。　One
of　the　travelling　actors　had　been　charged　with　affray　twenty　years　before；　and　another　had　done　time　for　grievous　wounding；　that　sort
of　thing。
The　only　item　that　had　flagged　any　sort　of　connection　was　the　description　of　Aen　Froigre's　death。　Aemos　had　only　turned　to　that　rather
vague　clue　once　he'd　exhausted　all　others。
In　the　past　twenty　months；　eleven　people　in　the　Drunner　Region　of　Gudrun；　which　is　to　say　the　coastal　area　encompassing　Menizerre；
Dorsay　and　Insume　all　the　way　to　Madua　chapeltown；　had　died　of　a　similar；　mystery　ailment。　Only　a　tight；　deliberate　search　like　the
one　Aemos　had　conducted　would　have　shown　up　such　a　connection；　given　the　scale　of　area　involved　and　the　size　of　population。　Listed
together；　the　deaths　stood　out　like　a　sore　thumb。
Here；　Aemos　had　come　into　his　own。　Another　clerk　might　have　sent　those　findings　to　me　and　waited　for　direction；　but　Aemos；　hungry
to　ansself；　had　pressed　on；　trying　to　make　a　pattern　out　of　them。　No　simple　task。　There　was　nothing　to　demographically
or　geographically　link　the　victims。　A　housewife　here；　a　millkeeper　there；　a　landowner　in　one　small　village；　a　community
doctor　in　another；　seventy　kilometres　away。
The　only　thing　they　had　in　common　was　the　sudden；　violent　and　inexplicable　nature　of　their　demises：　seizures；　abrupt；　fatal。
I　set　down　my　cup　and　scrolled　on；　aware　that　Alizebeth　was　grinning　at　me。
'Get　to　the　last　bit；'　she　advised。　'Aemos　strikes　again。'
Right　at　the　last；　Aemos　revealed　another　connection。
A　day　or　two　before　each　death；　the　victim's　locality　had　been　paid　a　visit　by　Sunsable's　Touring　Fair。
LADY　FROIGRE　WAS　most　perturbed　to　see　us　about　to　leave。　'There　are　questions　here　still…'　she　began。
'And　I'm　going　to　seek　the　answers；'　I　said。　'Trust　me。　I　believe　my　savant　has　hit　upon　something。'
She　nodded；　unhappy。　Rinton　stepped　forward　and　put　his　arm　around　his　mother's　shoulders。
'Trust　me；'　I　repeated　and　walked　out　across　the　drive　to　my　waiting　flyer。
I　could　hear　the　sound　of　chain　blades；　and　turned　from　the　car　to　walk　around　the　side　of　the　hall。　One　of　the　trees　brought　down　in
the　night's　freak　storm　had　crashed　part　of　the　stable　block　and　the　housemen　were　working　to　saw　up　the　huge　trunk　and　clear　it。
'Is　that　where　you　detected　Penshel　seed？'　I　asked　Alizebeth　when　she　came　to　find　out　what　was　keeping　me。
'Yes；'　she　said。
'Fetch　my　blade。'
I　called　the　housemen　away　from　their　work；　and　walked　into　the　collapsed　ruin　of　the　stable；　crunching　over　heaps　of　coarse　sawdust。
The　ivy…clad　tree　still　sprawled　through　the　burst　roof。
Alizebeth　brought　me　Barbarisater　and　I　drew　it　quickly。　By　then　Lady　Froigre　and　Rinton　Froigre　had　emerged　to　see　what　I　was
doing。
Barbarisater　hummed　in　my　hand；　louder　and　more　throatily　than　it　had　done　the　previous　night。　As　soon　as　I　entered　that　part　of　the
stable　block；　the　particular　stall　the　tree　had　smashed；　it　jumped。　The　taste　of　Chaos　was　here。
'What　was　this　used　for？'　I　asked。　'During　the　fete；　what　was　this　area　used　for？'

'Storage；'　said　Lady　Froigre。　'The　people　from　the　fair　ent　and　belongings　out　of　sight。　Food　too；　I　think。　One
man　had　trays　of　fresh　figs　he　wanted　to　keep　out　of　the　light。'
'And　the　hololithographer；'　said　Rinton。　'He　used　one　of　those　stalls　as　a　dark　room。'
SO　HOW　DO　you　find　a　travelling　fair　in　an　area　the　size　of　the　Drunner　Region？　If　you　have　a　copy　of　their　most　recent　invoice；　it's
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　in