False Gods

Serghar Targost raised his head and said, A mortal within the order? The order is for Astartes only,’

'Is it, Serghar? I was led to believe that this was a place where men were free to meet and converse, and confide outside the strictures of rank and martial order,’

The Warmaster is right,’ said Aximand, rising to his feet. There is only one qualification a man needs to be a part of our quiet order. He must be a warrior,’

Targost nodded, though he was clearly unhappy with the decision.

Very well, let them come forward and show the sign,’ he said.

Both Marr and the gold-armoured warrior stepped for­ward and held out their hands. In each palm, a silver lodge medal glinted.

'Let them speak their names,' said Targost.

'Tybalt Man,' said the Captain of the 18th Company.

The mortal said nothing, looking helplessly at Horus. The lodge members waited for him to announce him­self, but no name was forthcoming.

'Why does he not identify himself?' asked Aximand.

'He can't say,’ replied Horus with a smile. 'Sorry, I couldn't resist, Serghar. This is Maggard, and he is mute. It has come to my attention that he wishes to learn more of our Legion, and I thought this might be a way of showing him our true faces.'

'He will be made welcome,' assured Aximand, 'but you didn't come here just to bring us two new members, did you?'

'Always thinking, Little Horus,' laughed Horus. 'I've always said you were the wise one.'

Then why are you here?' asked Aximand.

'Aximand!' hissed Targost. 'This is the Warmaster, he goes where he wills.'

Horus held up his hand and said, 'It's alright, Serghar, Little Horus has a right to ask. I've kept out of your affairs for long enough, so it's only fair I explain this sudden visit,’

Horus walked between them, smiling and bathing them in the force of his personality. He stood before Axi­mand and the effect was intoxicating. Horus had always been a being of supreme majesty, whose beauty and charisma could bewitch even the most stoic hearts.

As he met the Warmaster's gaze, Aximand saw that his power to seduce was beyond anything he had experi­enced before, and he felt shamed that he had questioned this luminous being. What right did he have to ask any­thing of the Warmaster?

Horus winked, and the spell was broken.

The Warmaster moved into the centre of the group and said. 'You are right to gather and debate the coming

days, my sons, for they will be hard indeed. Times are upon us when we must make difficult decisions, and there will be those who will not understand why we do what we do, because they were not here beside us,’

Horus stopped before each of the captains in turn, and Aximand could see the effect his words were having on them. Each warrior's face lit up as though the sun shone upon it.

'I am set upon a course that will affect every man under my command, and the burden of my decision is a heavy weight upon my shoulders, my sons,’

'Share it with us!' cried Abaddon. 'We are ready to serve,’

Horus smiled and said, 'I know you are, Ezekyle, and it gives me strength to know that I have warriors with me who are as steadfast and true as you,’

We are yours to command,’ promised Serghar Targost. 'Our first loyalty is to you,’

'I am proud of you all,’ said Horus, his voice emo­tional, 'but I have one last thing to ask of you,’

'Ask us,’ said Abaddon.

Horus placed his hand gratefully on Abaddon's shoul­der guard and said, 'Before you answer, consider what I am about to say carefully. If you choose to follow me on this grand adventure, there will be no turning back once we have embarked upon it. For good or ill, we go for­ward, never back,’

'You always were one for theatrics,’ noted Aximand. 'Are you going to get to the point?'

Horus nodded and said, 'Yes, of course, Little Horus, but you'll indulge my sense for the dramatic I hope?'

'It wouldn't be you otherwise,’

'Agreed,’ said Horus, 'but yes, to get to the point. I am about to take us down the most dangerous path, and not all of us will survive. There will be those of the Imperium who will call us traitors and rebels for our

actions, but you must ignore their bleatings and trust that I am certain of our course. The days ahead will be hard and painful, but we must see mem through to the end.'

'What would you have us do?' asked Abaddon.

'In good time, Ezekyle, in good time,’ said Horus. '1 just need to know that you are with me, my sons. Are you with me?'

'We are with you!' shouted the warriors as one.

Thank you,' said Horus, gratefully, 'but before we act, we must set our own house in order. Hektor Varvarus and this remembrancer, Karkasy: they must be silenced while we gamer our strength. They draw unwelcome attention to us and that is unacceptable.'

Varvarus is not a man to change his mind, my lord,' warned Aximand, 'and the remembrancer is under Garviel's protection.'

'I will take care of Varvarus,’ said the Warmaster, 'and the remembrancer… Well, I'm sure that with the correct persuasion he will do the right thing,’

What do you intend, my lord?' asked Aximand.

'That they be illuminated as to the error of their ways,’ said Horus.

TWENTY

The breach

A midday clear

Plans

The visit of the Emperor's Children was painfully brief, the two primarchs sequestering themselves behind closed doors for its entirety, while their warriors sparred, drank and talked of war. Whatever passed between the Warmaster and Fulgrim appeared to satisfy the Primarch of the Emperor's Children that all was well, and three days later, an honour guard formed up at the upper tran­sit dock as the Emperor's Children bade their farewells to the Sons of Horus.

Saul Tarvitz and Torgaddon said heartfelt goodbyes, while Lucius and Loken exchanged wry handshakes, each anticipating the next time they would cross blades. Eidolon nodded curtly to Torgaddon and Loken, as Apothecary Fabius made his exit without a word.

Fulgrim and Horus shared a brotherly embrace, whis­pering words only they could hear to one another. The wondrously perfect Primarch of the Emperor's Children turned with a flourish towards the pressure door and

stepped from the Vengeful Spirit, his long, scale cloak bil­lowing behind him.

Something glinted beneath the cloak, and Loken did a double take as he caught a fleeting glimpse of a horribly familiar golden sword belted at Fulgrim's waist.

Loken saw that the Iron Citadel was aptly named, its gleaming walls rearing from