Warrior Coven (Warhammer 40,000) by C S Goto

Author:C S Goto [Goto, C S]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Black Library
Published: 2015-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight:

Alien Hunting

They will be leaving soon, Dhrykna of the Shining Path. It is as we have foreseen. The emerald eyes of Thae’akzi gazed down on the kneeling figure of the Aspect Warrior, an earnest and pained smile gracing her lips. You must accompany them, child.

The Shining Spear did not look up at the Emerald Seer, but kept her face angled down into the polished surface by her knee. The seer’s words were not unexpected, but they were far from welcome. She had seen the mon-keigh soldiers fight, and they were impressive enough, even if they showed little understanding of the stakes in a fight with the darklings. One of the psykers had killed as many Ulthwé captives as darkling raiders.

They are clumsy and stupid, Thae’akzi of the Emerald Robes, and I cannot control them.

That is why you must go with them – your path is shining and clear. You will guide them with the light of your example. It has been a long time since Ulthwé had a Spear to shatter the darkness, and we should be thankful that you are here now.

Despite her reservations, Dhrykna’s heart thrilled at the compliment from Thae’akzi. It was as though the Emerald Seer had known exactly what to say to stir her emotions and to inspire her into action. The words were also those that whispered constantly in Dhrykna’s own heart, taking on the voice of Prothenulh, the first exarch of the Shining Spears on Ulthwé. The vague promise of ascension to the throne of the exarch veiled her mind like a mist.

If it is the will of the council, Seer Thae’akzi, then I will see it done.

‘It is our will,’ intoned the softer and even more feminine voice of Eldressyn. Her tone was edged with music, and her words seduced an upward glance from the warrior kneeling before her. The mon-keigh are here at our bidding, and it is our bidding that they must do. Their sense of duty compels them, just as our sense of survival compels us.

There were no words for the emotions that spiralled through Dhrykna’s mind as the seer’s thoughts left their images free-floating in her consciousness. The young Ulthroon seer had a talent for making her ideas convincing, and her love for the craftworld of Ulthwé was beyond question. It was widely known that she was one of the favoured seers of the great Eldrad Ulthran himself, which gave her words weight beyond her years. If she was certain of the role of the mon-keigh warriors, then that was enough to ease the turmoil in Dhrykna’s soul. Nonetheless, something still pulled at the edges of her thoughts, unravelling the swirling emotions and stirring suspicion in her heart. There was another voice in her head; it was a whispering presence that seemed to flow into her being, as though diffusing through the skin all over her body and then filtering into her mind.

She had felt the touch of that voice since a time before her first period of training in the temple of the Shining Spears.

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