False Gods

'I haven't seen him since I saw him on the apothe­caries' slab,’ confessed Loken.

Then why are you here? It surely can't be for a lesson on the principles and ethics of civilisation. What's hap­pening?'

'I don't know,’ admitted Loken. 'Something bad I think. I need your knowledge of… things esoteric, Kyril,’

Things esoteric?' repeated Sindermann, putting down his quill. 'Now I am intrigued,’

The Legion's quiet order has taken the Warmaster to the Temple of the Serpent Lodge on Davin. They've placed him in a temple they call the Delphos and say that the 'eternal spirits of dead things' will heal him,’

'Serpent Lodge you say?' asked Sindermann, plucking books seemingly at random from the cluttered piles on his desk. 'Serpents… now that is interesting,’

What is?'

'Serpents,’ repeated Sindermann. 'Since the very begin­nings of time, on every continent where humanity worshipped divinity, the serpent has been recognised and accepted as a god. From the steaming jungles of the Afrique islands to the icy wastes of Alba, serpents have been worshipped, feared and adored in equal measure. I

believe that serpent mythology is probably the most widespread mythology known to mankind.'

Then how did it get to Davin?' asked Loken.

'It's not difficult to understand,’ explained Sinder-mann. 'You see, myths weren't originally expressed in verbal or written form because language was deemed inadequate to convey the truth expressed in the sto­ries. Myths move not with words, Garviel, but with storytellers and wherever you find people, no matter how primitive or how far they've been separated from the cradle of humanity, you'll always find storytellers. Most of these myths were probably enacted, chanted, danced or sung, more often than not in hypnotic or hallucinatory states. It must have been quite a sight, but anyway, this method of retelling was said to allow the creative energies and relationships behind and beneath the natural world to be brought into the con­scious realm. Ancient peoples believed that myths created a bridge from the metaphysical world to the physical one,’

Sindermann flicked through the pages of what looked like a new book encased in fresh red leather and turned the book so Loken could see.

'Here, you see it here quite clearly,’

Loken looked at the pictures, seeing images of naked tribesmen dancing with long snake-topped poles as well as snakes and spirals painted onto primitive pot­tery. Other pictures showed vases with gigantic snakes winding over suns, moons and stars, while still more showed snakes appearing below growing plants or coiled above the bellies of pregnant women.

'What am I looking at?' he asked.

'Artefacts recovered from a dozen different worlds during the Great Crusade,’ said Sindermann, jabbing his finger at the pictures. 'Don't you see? We carry our myths with us, Garviel, we don't reinvent them,’

Sindermann turned the page to show yet more images of snakes and said, 'Here the snake is the symbol of energy, spontaneous, creative energy… and of immortal­ity,’

'Immortality?'

Yes, in ancient times, men believed that the serpent's ability to shed its skin and thus renew its youth made it privy to the secrets of death and rebirth. They saw the moon, waxing and waning, as the celestial body capable of diis same ability, and of course, the lunar cycle has long associations with the life- creating rhythm of the female. The moon became the lord of the twin mysteries of birth and death, and the serpent was its earthly coun­terpart,’

The moon…' said Loken.

'Yes,’ continued Sindermann, now well into his flow. 'In early rites of initiation where the aspirant was seen to die and be reborn, the moon was the goddess mother and the serpent the divine father. It's not hard to see why the connection between the serpent and healing becomes a permanent facet of serpent worship,’

'Is that what this is,’ breathed Loken. A rite of initia­tion?'

Sindermann shrugged. 'I couldn't say, Garviel. I'd need to see more of it,’

Tell me,’ snarled Loken. 'I need to hear all you know,’

Startled by the power of Loken's urging, Sindermann reached for several more books, leafing through them as the 10th Company captain loomed over him.

Yes, yes…' he muttered, flipping back and forth through the well-thumbed pages. Yes, here it is. Ah… yes, a word for serpent in one of the lost languages of old Earth was 'nahash', which apparently means, 'to guess'. It appears that it was then translated to mean a number of different things, depending on which etymo­logical root you believe,’

Translated to mean what?' asked Loken. 'Its first rendition is as either 'enemy' or 'adversary', but it seems to be more popularly transliterated as 'Sey-

tan'.' 'Seytan,’ said Loken. 'I've heard that name before.' 'We… ah, spoke of it at the Whisperheads,’ said Sin-dermann in a low voice, looking about him as though someone might be listening. 'It was said to be a night­marish force of deviltry cast down by a golden hero on Terra. As we now know, the Samus spirit was probably the local equivalent for the inhabitants of Sixty-Three Nineteen.' 'Do you believe that?' asked Loken. That Samus was a

spirit?'

'Of some form, yes,' said Sindermann honesdy. 'I believe that what I saw beneath the mountains was more than simply a xenos of some kind, no matter what the Warmaster says.'

'And what about this serpent as Seytan?'

Sindermann, pleased to have a subject upon which he could illuminate, shook his head and said, 'No. If you look closer, you see the word 'serpent' has its origina­tion in the Olympian root languages as 'drakon', the cosmic serpent that was seen as a symbol of Chaos.'

'Chaos?' cried Loken. 'No!'

'Yes,' went on Sindermann, hesitantly pointing out a passage of text in yet another of his books. 'It is this 'chaos', or 'serpent', which must be overcome to create order and maintain life in any meaningful way. This ser­pentine dragon was a creature of great power and its sacred years were times of great ambition and incredible risk. It's said that events occurring in a year of the dragon are magnified threefold in intensity.'

Loken tried to hide his horror at Sindermann's words, the ritual significance of the serpent and its place in mythology cementing his conviction that what was

happening on Davin was horribly wrong. He looked down at the book before him and said, What's this?'

'A passage from the Book ofAtum', said Sindermann, as though afraid to tell him. 'I only found it quite recently, I swear. I didn't think anything of it, I still don't really… After all, it's just nonsense isn't it?'

Loken forced himself to look at the book, feeling his heart grow heavy with each word he read from its yel­lowed pages.

Iam Horus, forged of the Oldest Gods,

I am he who gave way to Khaos

I am that great destroyer of all.

I am he who did what seemed good to him,

And set doom in the palace of my will.

Mine is the fate of those who move along

This serpentine path.