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Apotropaic studies are conducted all the time by the Inquisition； and usually involve one or perhaps as many as three inquisitors。 On a
larger scale； they are named Councils； and require a quorum of at least eleven inquisitors。 Larger than that； they become a Congress。
Such assemblies are extremely rare。 I knew for a fact that my late master Hapshant had served on the last such Congress held in the
subsector。 That was two hundred and seventy…nine years in the past。
The purpose of these studies； even at their smallest level； is the acute examination and assessment of unusually valuable captives。
Once in the custody of the Inquisition； a rogue psyker； a charismatic heretic； an alien warlord… whatever… undergoes a sometimes
lengthy formal examination quite separate from the dissection of his or her actual crimes。 They are often already condemned and only
waiting for sentence to be carried out。 At that stage； the Inquisition wishes to expand its own learning； to understand more precisely
the nature of the enemies of mankind。 The subjects are dissected； usually intellectually； sometimes psychically and occasionally
literally； in order to discover their strengths； weaknesses； beliefs and drives。 Vital truths have in this way been discovered by
Apotropaic councils； truths that have armoured the servants of the Imperium for later clashes。 To illustrate； the Imperial Guard's
famous victory over the Ezzel meta…breed was only successful thanks to methods of detecting their presence discovered by the
examination of an Ezzel scoutform by the Apotropaic Council of Adiemus Ultima in 883。M40。
The size of the inquiry depends on the number or magnitude of the subject。
'Thirty…three heretic psykers of level alpha or above were captured by the Warmaster at Dolsene； during the final major engagement of
the Ophidian Suppression；' Rorken told me； showing me a data…slate。 The security clearance on the slate was so high that even I was
impressed。 'Trained； somehow； to control and master the warp…spawned filth they channel； they formed the backbone of the Enemy's
high command defence； the beating heart of the adversary。'
'How were they taken？ Alive； I mean？' It was astonishing。 Untrained psykers are terrifying enough； their minds always carrying the
horrendous potential to open up a gate into the immaterium； to let its daemons flood through into our universe。 But these… these
fiends； they had somehow learnt … or been trained … to focus their warp…spawned talents； to contain the daemons within themselves and
use their damnable strenguh。 My mind reeled at the threat they had posed； and posed still； though they were our prisoners。
Rorken gestured to the slate in my hands。 'You'll find a summary of the incident there； appended to the main list。 In brief； it was
luck… luck； and the amazing courage of the Adeptus Astartes； working in conjunction with Inquisitors Heldane； Lyko and Voke。'
'Voke… Commodus Voke。'
'I forgot； you're old friends； aren't you？ He was involved with the Glaw affair on Gudran； just before the Schism。'
'Old friends is probably pushing it。 We worked together。 We generated a mutual respect。 I've seen him infrequently since then。 I'm
amazed the old dog is still alive。'
'Alive； despite the prognoses of several generations of medicae experts。 And still powerful。 To achieve this； in his twilight years…'
I nodded。 Even a speed…reading of the incident suggested an act of near mythical valour。 Voke's service to the Emperor was； as ever；
above and beyond any reasonable expectation of duty。
'I know Heldane too。 He was Voke's pupil。 So he's finally made it to inquisitor rank too？'
'For sixty years now… Eisenhorn； you lead a solitary life； don't you？'
'If you mean I don't keep up with the comings and goings of elections and the businesses of other inquisitors； sir； yes。 I do。 I focus on
my work； and the needs of my staff。'
He smiled； as if indulging me。 In truth； my attitude was not uncommon。 As I have said； we of the Inquisition are an aloof； independent
kind； and have little interest in the affairs of our colleagues。 I saw another difference between myself and Rorken。 Whatever my
seniority； I was still an agent of the field； a worker； an achiever； who might be gone into the distant gulfs of the Halo Stars for months
or even years at a time。 His rank tied him to his palace； and wrapped him in the intrigues and mechanisms of the Imperial ruling
classes in general and the Inquisition in particular。
I remembered Commodus Voke as a poisonous old viper； but a determined ally。 During the affair of the Necroteuch； believing himself
to be on his deathbed； he had implored me to stand reference for his pupil Heldane。 I had promised him that； though when Voke then
proceeded to stay alive； I had never followed it through。 He had been around to see that Heldane got his rosette。
Heldane… I had never liked him at all。
I'd never met Lyko； the third member of the glorious trio； but I knew him by reputation as an inquisitor whose star was very much in
the ascendant。 Their spectacular achievement on Dolsene would further all their careers magnificently。
I read through the list of inquisitors summoned to form the Council； a list which included my name。 There were sixty in all。 Titus
Endor was amongst them。 So was Osma； and so was Bezier。 Some names； like Schongard； Hand and Reiker； leapt out as men I had
little wish to be in the same room with。 Others … Endor； naturally； and Shilo； Defay and Cuvier … were individuals it would be a
pleasure to see again。
Some names I'd barely heard of； or never heard of at all； others were famous or infamous inquisitors who I knew only by reputation。 It
bly； drawn from all over the sector。
'My inclusion on this list？' I began。
'Is no surprise。 You are a senior and respected member of our office。'
'Thank you； sir。 But I e personally？'
'He was going to；' Rorken told me； 'but you had already been nominated。'
'By whom？'
'Inquisitor Osma；' he replied。
FIVE
THE TRIUMPH。
AT THE SPATIAN GATE。
THE LINE BREAKS。
FOR ALL MY condemnations of the overzealous pageantry of the Novena； I will admit that the Great Triumph of the first day filled me
with a sense of pride and exhilaration。
Across Hive Primaris； the largest and most powerful hive on Thracian； dawn brought a chorus of klaxons and a cacophony of bells。
Ministoram services； relayed live from the Monument of the Ecclesiarch； were broadcast on every crackling pict channel and public
vox service。 The phlegmy intonations of Cardinal Palatine Anderucias rolled across the street levels of the great hive city； overlapping
like some gigantic choral round due to the echoes of doppler distortion。
Civilians and pilgrims flooded into the streets of Hive Primaris in their millions； clogging the arterial routes and feeder tunnels； and
blackening the sky with their craft。 Many were turned back to surrounding hives to watch the proceedings on vast hololithic screens
raised in stadiums and amphitheatres for the event。
The arbites struggled to control the flow of people and keep the route of the Triumph clear。
The day cycle began brightly。 In the night； flocks of dirigibles from the Officium Meteorologicus had seeded the smog fields and
upper cloud levels with carbon black and other chemical precipitants。 Before dawn； sixteen hundred…kilometre wide rainstorms had
washed the clouds away and drenched the primary hives； sluicing the dirt and grime away。 For the first time in decades； the sky was
clear。 Not blue exactly； but clear of yellow pollution banks。 The sun's light permeated the atmosphere and the steepled ridges and high
towers of the hives glowed。 I had heard； from informal sources； that this radical act of weather control would have profound ill
consequences for the planet's already brutalised climate for decades to come。 Reactive hurricane storms were expected in the southern
regions before the week was out； and the drainage system of the primary hives was said to be choked to bursting by the singular
rainfall。
It was also said that the seas would die quicker； thanks to the overdose of pollutants hosed into them so suddenly by the rainclearance。
But the Lord Commander Helican had insisted that the sun shone on his victory parade。
I ARRIVED EARLY to take my place； fearing the great flow of traffic into the hive。 I brought Ravenor with me。 We were both dressed in
our finest garb； emblems proudly displayed； and wore ceremonial weapons。
Medea Betancore flew us in； and landed us at a reserved navy air…station just south of the Imperial armour depot。 By the time she'd got
us on the ground； the air routes were so thick she had no choice but to stay put there for the day。 There was no flying out。 She bade us
a good day； and strolled away across the pad to chat with the ground crew servicing a Marauder。
A private car； arranged by the Nunciature； took Ravenor and myself to the hive's old Founding Fields at Lempenor Avenue； where the
Inquisition was expected to gather to join the march。 Outside the windows of the speeding lifter limousine； we saw steam rising from
the empty； rain…washed streets。 Despite his best efforts； the Lord Commander Helican would have clouds before noon。
I leant forward in the car's passenger bay a