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lly　south　of　Terra。　The
masonic　guilds　of　Serebos　are　famously　secretive　about　their　contracts。　They　provide　an　inert；　obsidian…like　black　glass…stone　called
serebite；　a　beautiful　substance　that　is　in　high　demand　right　across　the　Imperium。　Serebite　is；　as　far　as　reckoning　goes；　as　close　to　the
material　used　on　Cadia　for　the　pylons　as　it　is　possible　to　get。　As　I　have　said；　the　masonic　guilds　are　close　about　their　contracts；　but
there　is　little　hiding　the　transportation　of　a　massive　copy　of　one　of　those　pylons　by　shipping　guild　bulk…lifter。　Three…quarters　of　a
kilometre　long　and　a　quarter　square！　Quixos　has　ordered　the　manufacture　of　a　perfect　copy　of　the　Cadian　pylons；　and　has　had　it
shipped　to　Farness　Beta。〃'
Bequin　paused　and　looked　up　at　us。
'〃If　you've　ever　trusted　my　advice；　trust　this　now；〃'　she　continued。　'〃Quixos　is　on　Farness。　And　if　you're　going　to　stop　him；　it　must　be
now。　Your　devoted　friend　and　pupil。　Gideon。〃'
Gideon。　Gideon　Ravenor。　Crippled　as　he　was；　he　had　found　this　insight；　which　totally　altered　our　plan　of　attack。　I　was　speechless。　I
felt　almost　tearful。
'There　is　a　postscript；'　said　Bequin。　'He　writes；　〃The　daemonhosts　will　be　your　foullest　problem。　I　know　you　are　prepared；　but　I　send
you　these。　One　for　each　of　the　twenty　you　have　summoned。〃'
Bequin　took　off　her　half…moon　glasses　and　rose。　Nayl　brought　in　a　crate　and　set　it　down　on　the　table。　Inside　were　twenty　scrolls　of
daemonic　protection；　each　sealed　inside　a　blessed　tube　of　green　marble；　and　twenty　consecrated　gold　amulets　of　the　God…Emperor　as　a
skeletal　relic。　It　was　so　typical　of　Ravenor　to　attend　to　such　details。　Nayl　handed　them　out；　a　heavy　scroll　tube　and　an　amulet　to　each　of
us。
'I'm　convinced；'　Ricci　said；　getting　to　his　feet　and　hanging　the　amulet　around　his　neck　so　that　it　hung　between　the　purity　seals　of　his
armour。
'I　am　glad。　Grumman？'
'I'm　with　you；'　said　the　Cadian。
'A　toast；'　I　said；　raising　my　glass。　'To　this　cell　of　five。　And　to　the　others　who　have　assisted　in　getting　us　this　far。'　Bequin；　Aemos；　Nayl；
Fischig　and　Inshabel　also　saluted　with　their　glasses。
'To　Farness　Beta。　To　the　end　of　Quixos。'
'The　five　inquisitors　in　the　drafty　keep　clinked　glasses。
'Farness　Beta；'　said　Ricci。　'Remind　me。　Where　is　that？'

'In　the　throat　of　the　Cadian　Gate；'　said　Grumman。　'Right　on　the　edge　of　the　Eye　of　Terror。'
TWENTY…TWO
SARNESS　BETA。
CHERUBAEL　AND　PROPHANITI。
QUIXOS。
IT　WAS　EARLY　in　343。M41　before　we　reached　Farness　Beta。　By　then；　war　was　bifurcating　the　Cadia　subsector；　and　armies　of　sheer
horror　were　spewing　out　of　the　Eye　of　Terror。　Like　a　whirlpool　of　fire；　the　Eye　dominated　the　skies　of　most　gate…worlds；　distended　and
angry；　flaring　more　savagely　than　at　any　time　in　living　memory。　Every　flash　and　pulse　of　its　maelstrom　was　another　warp　hole
opening；　another　flotilla　of　death　unleashed。　That　spring　was　known　as　the　Staunch　Holding　of　the　Cadian　Gate；　and　entered　the
history　books；　as　every　scholar　knows。
During　the　first　months　of　343；　the　Cadians　saw　off　the　greatest　incursion　of　Chaos　suffered　in　three　hundred　years。
It　was　almost　as　if　the　Archenemy　knew　something。
THE　ESSENE　BROUGHT　me　to　Farness　champing　and　eager　to　get　on。　We　were　escorted　through　the　immaterium　by　two　other　ships：
Ricci's　stately　steeple　of　a　cruiser　and　Voke's　ancient　porcupine　of　a　warship。　Endor　and　Grumman；　along　with　their　retinue　bands；
travelled　aboard　the　Essene　with　me。　It　had　been　a　long　time　since　the　Essene　had　carried　so　many　people。
The　Imperial　Navy　taskforce；　a　ten…ship　squadron　seconded　from　Battle…fleet　Scarus　for　special　operations　under　the　remit　of　the
Battlefleet　Disciplinary　Detachment；　was　waiting　for　us。
THE　TASKFORCE　HAD　already　been　on　station　for　a　fortnight；　and　its　reconnaissance　and　intelligence　operations　had　comprehensively
prepared　the　ground　for　us。
'We　have　a　confirmed　location　for　Pariah；'　Lord　Procurator　Olm　Madorthene　told　me　over　a　vox…pict　link　from　his　own　ship。
Pariah　was　the　operational　word　we　had　set　for　Quixos。　'Or　at　least　his　seat　of　activity；　anyway。　I'm　relaying　the　data　to　you　now。　Site
A　is　what　you're　looking　for。'
I　turned　from　my　seat　on　the　Essene　s　elegant　bridge　and　Maxilla　nodded　to　one　of　his　beautiful　servitors。　The　map　display　flashed　up
on　the　secondary　screen　of　my　console。
'I　have　it；'　I　said；　turning　back　to　look　at　Madorthene's　slightly　fuzzy　image　on　the　main　bridge　display。
'It's　a　table　mountain　called　Ferell　Sidor；　literally　the　〃altar　of　the　sun〃；　up　in　one　of　the　remote　northern　wards　of　Hengav　province。
Provincial　government　has　declared　the　whole　ward　a　Sacred　Territory　because　the　area　is　riddled　with　Second　Dynasty　tholos　tombs。
Access　is　supposed　to　be　restricted　to　the　Ecclesiarchy；　the　Farnessi　royal　families　and　sanctioned　archaeologists。　We　believe　Pariah
obtained　licenses　to　excavate　on　Ferell　Sidor　about　six　years　ago；　in　the　guise　of　an　archaeological　mission　from　the　Universitariate　of
Avellorn。　The　local　authorities　are　supposed　to　monitor　such　missions；　but　frankly　they　have　no　idea　what　he's　up　to　there。　If　you　look
at　the　detail　map…'
'Yes；　got　it。'
'You　can　see　the　extent　of　the　workings。　Pariah's　constructed　a　small　town　up　there；　alongside　the　pit。'
'The　excavation　is　considerable…'
'We　think　that's　where　he's　buried　or　sited　this　facsimile　pylon。　It's　difficult　to　get　a　clear　view。　We　didn't　want　to　get　too　close　and　tip
him　off。'
I　rose　from　my　bridge　throne　and　stood　facing　the　enormous　image　of　the　lord　procurator's　face。　'You're　set？'
'Absolutely。　You　have　a　copy　of　my　assault　strategy　there。　Make　any　amendments　you　like。'
There　was　no　need。　Madorthene's　plan　was　economical　and　efficient。　Officially；　this　was　an　operation　by　the　Battlefleet　Disciplinary
Detachment；　prosecuting　leads　gathered　during　the　inquest　into　the　Thracian　Atrocity。　Lord　Procurator　Madorthene　had　entered　into　a
co…operative　pact　with　Commodus　Voke　to　execute　the　plan。　In　reality；　his　pact　was　secretly　with　me。　Olm　was　the　only　non…inquisitor
I　had　written　to。
We　encrypted　the　call…signs　and　command　authorities　for　the　operation；　agreed　the　zero…hour；　and　wished　each　other　luck。
'The　Emperor　protects；　Gregor；'　he　said。
'I　hope　so；　Olm；'　I　replied。
TWO　HOURS　BEFORE　sunrise　the　next　day；　five　hundred　Imperial　Guard　from　the　Fifty…First　Thracian　moved　in　towards　Ferell　Sidor　…
Site　A　–　from　covert　forward　assembly　points　in　the　surrounding　hills　where　they　had　been　dropped　by　troop　ships　the　day　before。
They　advanced；　silently；　in　three　prongs；　the　first　securing　the　single　trackway　that　gave　land…vehicle　access　to　the　table　mountain。
When　all　three　were　in　position；　we　woke　Ferell　Sidor　up。

The　frigates　Zhikov　and　Fury　of　Spatian　bombarded　the　mountain　for　six　minutes；　raising　a　ball　of　fire　that　lit　the　landscape　as　if　the
sun　had　come　up　early。　In　its　afterglow；　thirty　Marauder　bombers　overflew　Site　A　at　low　level　and　delivered　thirty　thousand　kilos　of
high　explosives。
Another　false　dawn。
Despite　this　punishing　overture；　when　the　ground　troops　went　in　eight　minutes　after　the　last　bomb；　resistance　was　furious。　Madorthene
had　feared　that　the　best　part　of　Quixos's　strength　lay　underground；　wormed　inside　the　mountain；　resistant　to　the　worst　aerial　assaults。
In　the　blazing　rains　of　the　excavation　township；　the　Thracian　troops　found　themselves　engaging　fanatical　and　well…armed　cultists。
Most　wore　the　insignia　and　colours　of　the　Mystic　Path。　Many　were　mutants。　Initial　reports　estimated　over　eight　hundred　enemy
warriors。　Madorthene　committed　the　taskforce　reserve：　another　seven　hundred　Thracian　assault　soldiers。
BY　THEN；　WE　were　already　deploying　in　the　second　wave。　Medea　landed　Inshabel　and　myself　on　the　edge　of　the　strike　zone；　along　with
Endor　and　his　two　weapon…servitors。　Ricci's　shielded　pinnace　settled　in　close　by；　kicking　up　dust　and　delivering　him　and　Commodus
Voke；　along　with　a　bodyguard　of　twenty　inquisitorial　troops。　Grumman；　using　a　Navy　drop…ship　loaned　by　Madorthene；　was　the　last　to
make　groundfall；　but　the　first　to　engage。　Grumman's　ten…man　squad　were　all　ex…Kasrkin　specialists。
As　we　hurried　forward　through　the　backwashing　smoke；　our　landing　ships　rising　back　into　the　pre…dawn　sky　behind　us；　there　was　a