Resurrection (The Horusian Wars Book 1) by John French

Author:John French [French, John]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Games Workshop
Published: 2017-07-21T16:00:00+00:00

Nine

Enna stopped outside the outer door to the weapon chamber. The remains of fitful sleep clung to her eyes and skin. She breathed out. It had been a week since Covenant had left Gothar, and sleep had eluded her ever since. Now they were less than a day into their warp passage, and the sleep that had finally come had brought dreams rather than rest. She keyed the control to the door. Pistons thumped back into the walls. Severita barred the doorway, pistols hanging in her hands at her side. She met Enna’s gaze with blank intensity.

Enna nodded, and moved to step past. Severita raised one pistol, finger resting beside the trigger guard. Enna paused, looked at the wide circle of the gun’s muzzle, and then up to the other woman’s eyes. They were steady. Enna felt her muscles slide to readiness under her skin. For a moment she thought of saying something, but she was too tired, and too alone to care. She shook her head, looked away, and took another step towards the inner door. Severita’s finger moved to the trigger.

‘Please try to do something you will regret,’ growled Enna.

Severita raised the second pistol. Enna raised an eyebrow.

‘Now, am I to take that as a compliment or a sign that you really don’t trust me?’

‘I don’t know you,’ said Severita, her expression unflinching.

‘Well, if you want to shoot everything that you don’t know, at least it will keep you occupied for a while.’

The inner door hissed open.

‘Mistress Gyrid,’ said Josef as he stepped forward, eyes gliding over Severita’s pistols, and then back to Enna. ‘Something wrong?’

‘I want to see Covenant,’ she said, and felt a stab of pleasure at the twitch in Severita’s face at her use of the unadorned name.

‘Not now,’ said Josef, running a hand over a sweat-beaded face.

‘Let her pass.’ Covenant’s voice came from beyond the open inner door. Enna glanced into the chamber beyond. The light was low, and had the quality of candlelight, though she could see no flames. Racks of shot cannons, cutlasses, mauls, void armour and a profusion of other weaponry hung from racks on the wall. A wide space had been cleared on the floor, and scattered with fine grey ash and sand. Covenant walked towards them. He was stripped to the waist, and his feet were bare beneath pleated trews of black fabric. Sweat sheened his bare skin. Scar tissue and tattoos covered his chest, the puckered skin and ink forming the spread wings, body and heads of an aquila. Serpents writhed in its claws, and fire shadowed its feathers. A faded tattoo of a horned daemon screamed from his left shoulder, the tri-barred ‘I’ of the Inquisition clenched in its jaw. The flat blade of his inactive power sword rested on the other shoulder.

His eyes moved to Severita, and the bolt pistols lowered. Then he looked at Enna.

The silence crackled in the air.

‘You have questions,’ he said, and then turned and walked back into the centre of the room.

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