*And yet,' he said, choking back his rage, *I am surprised at this.'

*Warmaster,' said Aximand, *what do you-'

*Angron is a killer!' snapped Horus, rounding on his Mournival son. *He solves every problem with raw violence. He attacks first and thinks later, if he thinks at all. And yet I never saw this! What else would he do when he saw the survivors of his Legion in the Choral City? Would he sit back and watch the rest of the fleet bombard them from orbit? Never! And yet I did nothing!'

Horus glanced at the smashed remains of the pict-display. *I will never be caught out like this again. There will be no twists of fate I do not see coming.'

*The questions remains,' said Aximand. *What shall we do about Angron?'

*Destroy him with the rest of the city,' said Abaddon without a pause. *If he cannot be trusted to obey his Warmaster then he is a liability.'

*The World Eaters are an exceptionally effective weapon of terror,' retorted Aximand. *Why destroy them when they can wreak so much havoc among those loyal to the Emperor?'

*There are always more soldiers,' said Abaddon. *Many will beg to join the Warmaster. There is no room for those who can't follow orders.'

*Angron is a killer, yes, but he is predictable,' put in Erebus, and Horus bristled at the implicit insult in the first chaplain's words. *He can be kept obedient by letting him off the leash every now and again.'

*The Word Bearers may live by treachery and lies,' snarled Abaddon, *but in the Sons of Horus you are loyal or you are dead!'

*What do you know of my Legion?' asked Erebus, rising to meet the first captain's ire, his mask of smirking calm slipping. *I know secrets that would destroy your mind! How dare you speak to me of deceit? This, this reality, all you know, this is the lie!'

*Erebus!' roared Horus, ending the confrontation instantly. *This is not the place to evangelize your Legion. I have made my decision and these are wasted words.'

*Then Angron will be destroyed in the bombardment?' asked Maloghurst. *No,' replied Horus. *He will not.'

*But Warmaster, even if Angron prevails he could be down there for weeks,' said Aximand.

*And he will not fight alone. Do you know, my sons, why the Emperor appointed me Warmaster?'

*Because you were his favored son,' replied Maloghurst. *You are the greatest warrior and tactician of the Great Crusade. Whole worlds have fallen at the mention of your name.'

*I did not ask for flattery,' snarled Horus.

*Because you never lose,' said Abaddon levelly.

*I never lose,' nodded Horus, glaring between the four Astartes, *because I see only victory. I have never seen a situation that cannot be turned into triumph, no disadvantage that cannot be turned to an advantage. That is why I was made Warmaster. On Davin I fell, yet came through that ordeal stronger. Against the Auretian Technocracy we faced dissent from within our own fleet, so I used the conflict to rid us of those fomenting rebellion. There is no failing I cannot turn to a component in my victories. Angron has decided to turn Isstvan III into a ground a.s.sault a I can consider this a failure and limit its impact by bombing Angron and his World Eaters into dust along with the rest of the planet, or I can forge a triumph from it that will send echoes far into the future.'

Maloghurst broke the silence that followed. *What would you have us do, Warmaster?'

*Inform the other Legions that they are to prepare for a full a.s.sault on the loyalists in the Choral City. Ezekyle, a.s.semble the Legion. Have them ready to launch the attack in two hours.'

*I shall be proud to lead my Legion,' said Abaddon.

*You will not lead them. That honour will go to Sedirae and Targost.'

Anger flared in Abaddon. *But I am the first captain. This battle, where resolve and brutality are qualities required for victory, is tailor-made for me!'

*You are a captain of the Mournival, Ezekyle,' said Horus. *I have another role in mind for you and Little Horus in this fight. One I feel sure you will relish.'

*Yes, Warmaster,' said Abaddon, the frustration disappearing from his face.

*As for you, Erebus...'

*Warmaster?'

*Stay out of our way. To your duties, Sons of Horus.'

THIRTEEN.

Maggard Factions Luna Wolves PRINCEPS TURNET LISTENED intently as the orders came through, though Ca.s.sar couldn't hear the orders piped into the princeps's ear and he didn't want to a it was all he could do to keep from vomiting. Every time he let his mind wander outside the systems of the Dies Irae, he saw nothing but the tangles of charred ruins. His consciousness retreated within the machine, pulling his perception back into the ma.s.sive form of the t.i.tan.

The Dies Irae was coming back to life around him; he could sense the G.o.d-machine's limbs flood with power and could feel the weapons reloading. The plasma reactor at its heart was beating in time with his own, a ball of nuclear flame that burned with the Emperor's own righteous strength.

Even here, among all this death and horror, the Emperor was with him. The G.o.d-machine was the instrument of His will, standing firm among the destruction. That thought comforted Ca.s.sar and helped him focus. If the Emperor was here, then the Emperor would protect.

*Orders in from the Vengeful Spirit,' said Turnet briskly. *Moderati, open fire.'

*Open fire?' said Aruken. *Sir? The Isstvanians are gone. They're dead.'

To Ca.s.sar, Aruken's voice sounded distant, for he was subsumed in the systems of the t.i.tan, but he heard Turnet's voice as clearly as if he had spoken in his own ear.

*Not at the Isstvanians,' replied Turnet, *at the Death Guard.'

*Princeps?' said Aruken. *Fire on the Death Guard?'

*I am not in the habit of repeating my orders, moderati,' replied Turnet, *and they are to fire on the Death Guard. They have defied the Warmaster.'

Ca.s.sar froze. As if there wasn't enough death on Isstvan III, now the Dies Irae was to fire on the Death Guard, the very force they had been sent to support.

*Sir,' he said. *This doesn't make any sense.'

*It doesn't need to!' shouted Turnet, his patience finally at an end. *Just do as I order.'

Looking straight into Turnet's eyes, the truth hit t.i.tus Ca.s.sar as though the Emperor had reached out from Terra and filled him with the light of truth.

*The Isstvanians didn't do this, did they?' he asked. *The Warmaster did.'

Turnet's face creased in a slow smile and Ca.s.sar saw his hand reaching towards his holstered sidearm.

Ca.s.sar didn't give him the chance to get there first and s.n.a.t.c.hed for his own autopistol.

Both men drew their pistols and fired.

MAGGARD TOOK A step forwards, drawing his golden Kirlian blade and unholstering his pistol. His bulk was even more ma.s.sive than Sindermann remembered, grossly swollen to proportions beyond human and more reminiscent of an Astartes. Had that been Maggard's reward for his services to the Warmaster?

Without wasting words of preamble, Qruze raised his bolter and fired, but Maggard's armour was the equal of Astartes plate and the shot simply signalled the beginning of a duel.

Sindermann and Mersadie ducked as Maggard's pistol spat fire, the noise appalling as the two warriors ran towards one another with their guns blazing.

Keeler watched calmly as Maggard's gunfire blew chunks from Qruze's armour, but before he could fire any more, Qruze was upon him.

Qruze smashed his fist into Maggard's midriff, but the silent killer rode the punch and swung his sword for the Astartes's head. Qruze ducked back from the great slash of Maggard's sword, the blade slicing though the armour at the Astartes warrior's stomach.

Blood sprayed briefly from the wound and Qruze dropped to his knees in sudden pain before drawing his combat knife, the blade as long as a mortal warrior's sword.

Maggard leapt towards him and his sword hacked a deep gouge in Qruze's side. Yet more blood spilled from the venerable Astartes's body. Another killing strike slashed towards Qruze, but this time combat knife and Kirlian blade met in a shower of fiery sparks. Qruze recovered first and stabbed his blade through the gap between Maggard's greaves. The a.s.sa.s.sin stumbled backwards and Qruze rose unsteadily to his feet.

The a.s.sa.s.sin stepped in close and lunged with his sword. Maggard was almost the equal of Qruze in physique and had youth on his side, but even Sindermann could see he was slower, as if his new form was unfamiliar, not yet worn in.

Qruze sidestepped a huge arcing strike of Maggard's sword and swung inside his opponent's defence, reaching around to lock his head in the crook of his elbow.

His other arm snapped round to plunge the knife into Maggard's throat, but a fist seized Qruze's hand in an iron grip, halting the blade inches from the man's pulsing jugular.

Qruze fought to force the blade upwards, but Maggard's newly enhanced strength was the greater and he began to force the blade to one side. Beads of sweat popped on Qruze's face, and Sindermann knew that this was a struggle he could not win alone.

He pushed himself to his feet and ran towards Maggard's fallen pistol, its matt black finish cold and lethal-looking. Though designed for a mortal grip, the pistol still felt absurdly huge in his hands. Sindermann held the heavy pistol outstretched and marched towards the struggling warriors. He couldn't risk a shot from any kind of distance, he was no marksman and was as likely to hit their deliverer as their killer.

He walked up to the fight and placed the muzzle of the pistol directly on the bleeding wound where Qruze had stabbed Maggard. He pulled the trigger and the recoil of the shot almost shattered his wrist, but the effect of his intervention more than made up for the trauma.

Maggard opened his mouth in a silent scream and his entire body flinched in sudden agony. Maggard's grip on the knife weakened and, with a roar of anger, Qruze punched it into the base of his opponent's jaw and through the roof of his mouth. Maggard buckled and fell to the side with the force of a falling tree. The golden armoured a.s.sa.s.sin and the Astartes rolled and Qruze was on top of his enemy, still gripping the knife.

Face to face for a moment, Maggard spat a mouthful of blood into Qruze's face. Qruze pushed the knife deeper into Maggard's jaw, plunging it into his opponent's brain.

Maggard spasmed, his huge bulk thrashing briefly, and when he stopped Qruze was looking into a pair of blank, dead eyes. Qruze pushed himself from Maggard's body. *Face to face,' said Qruze, breathing heavily with the exertion of killing Maggard. *Not with treachery, from a thousand miles up. Face to face.'

He looked at Sindermann and nodded his thanks. The warrior was wounded and exhausted, but there was a calm serenity to him.

*I remember how it used to be,' he said. *We were brothers on Cthonia. Not just among ourselves, but with our enemies, too. That was what the Emperor saw in us when he came to the hives. We were gangs of killers as existed on a thousand other worlds, but we believed in a code that was more precious than life. That was what he wrought into the Luna Wolves. I thought that even if none of the rest of us remembered, the Warmaster would, because he was the one the Emperor chose to lead us.'

*No,' said Keeler, *you are the last one.'

*And when I realized that I just... told them what they wanted to hear. I tried to be one of them, and I succeeded. I almost forgot everything, until... until now.'

*The music of the spheres,' said Sindermann quietly.

Qruze's eyes focused again on Keeler and his face hardened.

*I did nothing, Half-heard,' said Keeler, answering his unasked question. *You said so yourself. The ways of Cthonia were the reason the Emperor chose you and your brothers for the Luna Wolves. Perhaps it was the Emperor who reminded you.'

*I saw this coming for so long, but I let it, because I thought that was my code now, but nothing changed, not really. The enemy just moved from out there to amongst us.'

*Look, as profound as this all is, can we get the h.e.l.l out of here?' asked Mersadie.

Qruze nodded and beckoned them towards the Thunderhawk gunship. *You're right, Miss Oliton, let's get off this ship. It is dead to me now.'

*We're with you, captain,' said Sindermann as he gingerly picked his way over Maggard's body after Qruze. The years seemed to have dropped from him, as if the energy lost in the fight was returning with interest. Sindermann saw a light in his eyes he hadn't seen before.

Watching the light of understanding rekindled in Iacton Qruze reminded Sindermann that there was still hope.

And there was nothing so dangerous in the galaxy as a little hope.

TURNET'S SHOT WENT high, and Ca.s.sar's went wide. Jonah Aruken ducked for cover as the rounds ricocheted on the curved ceiling of the bridge. Turnet rolled down behind the command chair as Ca.s.sar pulled himself from his own chair, set deep into the c.o.c.kpit floor and level with the t.i.tan's eye. Ca.s.sar fired again and sparks showered as the autopistol round hit the electronics arrayed around Turner's chair.

Turnet fired back and Ca.s.sar dropped into the cover of the depression formed by his own seat. The connectors had torn free from his scalp as he moved and tears of blood streaked his face, metallic monofilament wires clinging wetly to the back of his neck.

His mind throbbed with the suddenness of being ripped away from the G.o.d-machine. *t.i.tus!' yelled Aruken. "What are you doing?'

*Moderati, surrender or you will die here!' shouted Turnet. *Throw down your weapon and surrender.'

*This is treachery!' shouted Ca.s.sar. *Jonah, you know I am right. The Warmaster did this. He brought death to this city to kill the believers!'

Turnet fired blindly from behind the elaborate machinery of the command seat. *Believe? You would betray your Warmaster because of this religion? You're diseased, do you know that? Religion is a sickness, and I should have put you down a long time ago.'

Ca.s.sar thought rapidly. There was only one way out of the c.o.c.kpit a the doorway that led into the t.i.tan's dorsal cavity where the plasma generator was located along with the detail of engineer crewmen who operated it. He couldn't run, for fear of Turnet shooting him dead as he broke from cover. But the same was true of Turnet. They were both trapped.

*You knew,' said Ca.s.sar, *about the bombardment.'

*Of course I knew. How can you be so ignorant? Don't you even know what's happening on this planet?'

*The Emperor is being betrayed,' said Ca.s.sar. *There is no Emperor!' shouted Turnet. *He abandoned us. He left the Imperium that men died to conquer for him. He doesn't care. But the Warmaster cares. He conquered this galaxy and it is his to rule, but there are fools who don't understand that. They are the ones who have forced the Warmaster into this so that he can do what must be done.'

Ca.s.sar's mind reeled. Turnet had betrayed everything the Emperor had built, and the combat within the command bridge struck Ca.s.sar as representative of what was happening in the wider conflict.

Turnet rose and fired wildly as he ran for the door, both shots smacking into the bridge wall behind Ca.s.sar.

*I won't let you do this!' yelled Ca.s.sar, returning fire. His first shot went wide, but now Princeps Turnet was struggling with the wheel lock of the door. Ca.s.sar lined up his shot on Turnet's back. *t.i.tus! Don't do it!' shouted Aruken, wrenching the t.i.tan's primary motor controls around. The t.i.tan lurched madly, the whole bridge tipping like the deck of a ship in a storm. Ca.s.sar was thrown back against the wall, the opportunity to take his shot gone. Turnet hauled the door open, throwing himself from the t.i.tan's bridge and out of Ca.s.sar's firing line.

Ca.s.sar scrambled to his feet again as the t.i.tan rocked upright. A shape moved in front of him and he almost fired before realizing it was Jonah Aruken.

*t.i.tus, come on,' said Aruken. *Don't do this.'

*I don't have a choice. This is treachery.'

*You don't have to die.'

Ca.s.sar jerked his head towards the t.i.tan's eye, through which they could still see the Death Guard moving through the death-slicked trenches. *Neither do they. You know I am right, Aruken. You know the Warmaster has betrayed the Imperium. If we have the Dies Irae then we can do something about it.'

Aruken looked from Ca.s.sar's face to the gun in his hand. *It's over, Ca.s.sar. Just... just give this up.'

*With me or against me, Jonah,' said Ca.s.sar levelly. *The Emperor's faithful or His enemy? Your choice.'