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508 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published August 1, 2012
Like Nakir and his comrade, Raldoron’s power armour was in good order and dressed in a manner befitting the summit that was about to take place. ... Amit, however, did not consider that important. His armour was the same duty gear he had worn throughout the Kayvas conflict, the artificer-wrought superiority of it still visible, but layered with impact marks, blade scratches and other signifiers of battle-worn hardware. It mirrored the martial bluntness of the warrior who wore it.
‘Could you not have serviced your armour before arriving, brother?� Nakir was asking. Amit shrugged
As he walked back to the lithocast chamber, intending to seek Raldoron for his duties, Kano found his path blocked by another officer. ‘You.� The captain of the Fifth Company was waiting for him. ‘I will have words with you, Librarian.�
Kano’s eyes narrowed, but he bowed as protocol demanded he should. ‘I no longer carry that duty or title, Captain Amit. You know that full well.�
‘I was at Nikaea, that is so. I know that rank and title may be excised with a single word of command, but a duty� Not so easily forgotten, in my experience.�
He kept a neutral aspect. Amit was a hard man to read. At first glance, all that he was seemed there on the surface, quick and fierce. Kano knew that was only the edge of him, though. Amit ran deep and dark, and kept much more of himself hidden than many realised.
Amit shook his head. ‘I say look higher still, brothers. Who sent us here?�
'Choose your next words carefully,' said the primarch, becoming very still. [Amit] gave a grunt of humourless laughter. 'You know that is not my way, master.
‘Ral,� he said to the First Captain. ‘Shall I tell you why I keep Captain Amit close at hand?�
‘I have wondered on occasion, master,� ventured Raldoron.
‘You,� Sanguinius told him, ‘you I keep near because you are close to the hearts of my sons as the stone is to the sand. Berus is High Warden because he knows our lore and our Legion’s soul as though it were a living being. Azkaellon leads my Sanguinary Host because he distrusts everything and suspects threat in all places. But Amit…� He paused. ‘Captain Amit will always speak his mind, never hesitating, even if he knows full well it courts reprimand.�
‘You may be assured of that until my dying day,� Amit noted.
Without waiting for his permission, a hooded figure pushed past him into the chamber. 'Amit.' No other warrior of the Legion would be so bold.
‘I will take responsibility for what has been done,’said Amit. ‘I forfeit my life, my rank and my honour.�
‘You will do none of that.� Azkaellon emerged from the shadows across the chamber, his armour shimmering in the light of the electro-candles. ‘It will not be permitted.�
‘Following me?� Amit snapped.
‘You knew,’said Raldoron, eyeing the Guard Commander. �
'Were you ... afraid? They say the Emperor's angels are never troubled, that there is nowhere you fear to tread.'
They are not superior, Kreed thought. They're like us. He smiled; this pleased him.
'I will not have my sons die in my stead,' whispered Sanguinius.
Let us never speak of balls again. When we must refer to a person's strength, in the Emperor's name, let us speak of their fortitude.But she had surprised him with her fortitude. This woman, who was not even a soldier, had walked with them into a place filled with terrors undreamed of by even the most seasoned veteran. She had not faltered.