'We have an understanding；' I said。 I'd saved Voke's life on the flagship Saint Scythus； but he'd returned that favour on the Avenue of
the Victor Bellum。 Maybe that was enough。
'He needs convincing；' said Fischig； 'but I think he's in for the long haul。'
'You do？'
'You see that creep Heldane anywhere？'
I knew what Fischig meant。 Heldane would have opposed this mission without question； and taken great delight in bringing me in；
dead or alive。 Voke had clearly come here without his old pupil knowing。 Fischig was right。 That was a good sign。
'Endor； well； he's safe； isn't he？' said Fischig。 'Given your history； he'd have come anyway。'
'It's good to have him here。 What about Ricci？'
Fischig's voice suddenly dropped to a hiss。 'Speaking of whom。'
He withdrew。 Clutching a goblet of wine； Ricci walked out of the archway behind us and joined me； gazing up at the staggeringly
bright star…field。
'I hope you realise how lucky you are；' Ricci said。
'Every day。'
'You took a risk contacting Lord Rorken。 He's always liked you； but given the current climate； liking you is a dangerous habit。 He was
at loggerheads with Bezier and Orsini over your case。'
'And still he sent you？'
'Let me be direct； Gregor。 I think it will help。 Lord Rorken； may his fortunes multiply in the face of the God…Emperor； sent me to
assist you in the unmasking and destruction of the heretic Quixos。 But if； along the way； I should discover anything that confirmed the
generally…believed allegations of your own heresy…'
'What？'
'I think you understand。'
'You're his hatchet man。 You'll help me… but if I cross the line in your eyes； Rorken has sanctioned you to execute me。'
He raised his glass。 'I think we know where we stand。' We did。 Now it made much more sense that Rorken had sent so senior an agent
to my side。 I said nothing。 Ricci smiled and went back inside。
WE SAT DOWN around the table again and debated some more。 I found most of the questions … especially those from Voke and Ricci …
wilfully small…minded。
At last； after another hour； Grumman voiced a pertinent query。
'Supposing we agree to this。 Agree that Eisenhom is wrongly charged and that Quixos deserves our sternest censure… how do we do
that？ Do we know where Quixos is？'
'Yes；' I said； though I didn't know the answer myself。 My people had enjoyed the best part of two years to do their work； many dozens
of agents sifting data from hundreds of worlds。
Unbidden； Bequin stepped forward and took a seat with us at the table。
'About three months ago； our research discerned a pattern in the data surrounding the near…mythical life of Quixos。 And that pattern
centred on Maginor。'
'Capital of the Niaides subsector； Viceroy sector； Ultima segmentum；' announced Voke。
'Your astronomical knowledge is humbling； sir；' Bequin said smoothly。 She handed out data…slates。
'As you can see from the file of data marked 〃alpha〃； Quixos certainly visited Maginor almost two hundred years ago； and became
involved with a cartel of trade interests and noble families known as the Mystic Path。 The Path was a network which was already
utilising prohibited and forbidden lore and technologies。 Quixos should have closed them down and burned them。 It is clear he did not。
Instead； he fed and supported them。 He nurtured them until they became a power base for his invisible empire of dark belief。 No
longer a cartel but a cult。 A cult of Quixos。'
'Why do we think he's still there？' asked Ricci。
'We think he's made his hidden fastness there； sir；' said Bequin。 'The reaches of the Mystic Path now spread throughout the segmentum
and beyond。 Maginor is its heart。 In 239。M41； Inquisitor Lugenbrau and a warrior band numbering some sixty individuals disappeared
on Maginor。 No trace of them was ever found； though Interrogator Inshabel was able to… ah… recover an incomplete verbal
transcript of a pict…recording apparently made during Lugenbrau's raid。'
I speed…read the transcript。 It was harrowing。 'You got this from Elvara Cardinal； Inshabel？' I asked。
Inshabel was at the back of the room。 He stepped forward； blushing。 'Not directly； sir。 It actually came from the inquisitorial datalibrary
on Fibos Secundus。 How is a damn good story； but it's probably wasting valuable time to repeat it just now。'
Inshabel was right； as I have already said。 It was a damn good story； and I enjoyed it when he told it to me later。 I urge you to access
it。
'We believe Lugenbrau ay not have known it；' continued Bequin。 'He and his entire band were
wiped out by Quixos's forces。'
'Lugenbrau；' murmured Voke； setting his slate down and looking off into space。 'I never met him； but he was a trusted pupil of my late
comrade； Inquisitor Pavel Uet。 When Lugenbrau went missing； Uet took it hard。 The loss shortened his life。'
Voke looked at me with his rheumy eyes。 'If I wasn't decided before； Eisenhorn； I am noust pay。'
'I agree；' said Endor； tossing his slate onto the table and looking grim。 'At the very least； the Inquisition demands vengeance for this。'
'Maginor； then？' Grumman asked。
'It's still his base of operations； sir； we are sure of that；' said Bequin。 'And until a week ago； we were all set to prepare for a strike
against Maginor。 Then we received this。' She held up a astropathic transcript。
'I will read it； if I may。' She carefully put on her half…moon glasses。 They suited her； but I knew her vanity made her hate them。 It said
a lot about the situation that she was willing to wear them in front of these men。
'It begins… 〃Gregor； my friend。 I have been kept up to date with the data concerning your quarry。 It gives me something to do； these
winter afternoons。 I agree that Maginor may be the seat of the evil； and certainly requires the attention of the Inquisition。 But； if you'll
pardon me； I suggest that Maginor be left to the Ordos Niaides。 Using pointers Aemos gave me； I have assessed the following。 My full
findings are on the data…files attached below； but in short； I think you should be looking at Farness Beta。 Quixos's fascination with the
pylons of Cadia made me think； you see。
'〃See below； that I have traced massive stonecutting orders to the limit…world of Serebos； which lies galactically 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 h