Ice Guard(科幻战争)-第38部分

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his　head　to　where　he　imagined　his　protectors　might　be；　tried　to　cry　out　to　them；　“Guards！　Guards；
attend　me！”
“They　won’t　help　you；”　Furst’s　voice　said　through　the　deepening　darkness。　“They　too　know　that
this　is　the　gods’　will。　And　they　now　serve　a　new　master。”
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CHAPTER　EIGHTEEN
Time　to　Destruction　of　Cressida：　03。34。45
The　room　was　small；　not　much　bigger　than　the　apartment　blocks　on　the　lower　hive　levels。　It　was
dominated　by　a　single　bed；　though　there　was　plenty　of　junk　piled　in　the　narrow　spaces　around　it：　bits
of　furniture；　clothing；　broken　lamps；　even　a　couple　of　paintings　with　their　corners　touched　by　fire。
The　walls　were　made　of　ice；　of　course。　A　large；　eight…pointed　star　had　been　painted　clumsily　on
one；　so　that　black　rivulets　ran　from　it　to　the　floor。
It　didn’t　surprise　Blonsky　that；　with　all　the　power　he　had；　all　the　space　available　in　the　nearemptied
hive　and　in　the　Ice　Palace；　Mangellan　still　had　his　followers　live　like　this。　The　harder　they
had　to　work　to　survive；　the　less　time　they　had　to　plot　against　him。　Not　that　the　occupant　of　this　room
could　care　much　any　more。
He　lay　crumpled　beneath　the　window　to　the　courtyard；　through　which　he　had　been　leaning　when
Blonsky　had　kicked　open　his　door。　Some　Ice　Warriors　held　that　it　was　wrong　to　shoot　an　enemy　in
the　back；　but　Blonsky　disagreed。　All　that　mattered　was　that　the　heretic　was　vanquished。　To　fail　to
take　that　shot　was　the　sin。
He　only　wished　he　had　had　a　few　more　shots　at　Mangellan。　He　had　been　taking　aim　when　he　had
seen　that　Grayle　was　in　trouble；　had　had　to　help　him　out　instead。　And　the　high　priest’s　guards　had
reacted　too　fast；　faster　than　he　had　expected。
One　of　them　was　here　now。　The　Chaos　Space　Marine。　His　bulk　filled　the　window　frame；　casting
the　small　room　into　shadow。　Blonsky　had　backed　up　as　far　as　the　door；　scrambling　over　the　bed；
wading　through　the　junk；　firing　his　lasgun；　knowing　it　would　do　little　damage；　hoping　at　least　to
throw　off　the　Chaos　Marine’s　balance；　make　him　lose　his　grip　on　the　outside　wall　and　fall。
He　should　have　given　up　by　now；　should　have　withdrawn。
He　hurled　a　frag　grenade；　but　the　Chaos　Space　Marine　caught　it　easily；　and　tossed　it　over　his
shoulder　to　erupt　in　the　sky　above　the　courtyard。　And　then　he　was　inside　the　room；　and　Blonsky　was
out　of　both　ammunition　and　time。
The　Chaos　Space　Marine　raised　his　gun　and　fired；　and　Blonsky　slammed　the　door　between　them
and　ran　as　bolts　punched　through　the　wood。　Barely　a　second　later；　he　heard　a　cracking；　wrenching
sound　as　the　door　was　torn　from　its　ice　frame。
He　raced　along　empty　passageways；　sprang　down　a　flight　of　steps；　but　his　pursuer　remained
doggedly　on　his　heels。　Blonsky　could　hear　his　heavy　footsteps；　thump；　thump；　thumping　behind
him。　The　only　thing　that　kept　the　Chaos　Space　Marine　from　closing　the　gap　between　them　was　the
fact　that　the　Ice　Warrior　was　lighter；　more　lithe；　able　to　corner　more　efficiently　on　the　slippery；
uncarpeted　floors。
He　sped　past　two　shaken　cultists；　refugees　from　the　courtyard；　and　was　away　from　them　before
they　could　react　to　his　presence。　Next　time；　he　knew　he　might　not　be　so　lucky。　He　rounded　two
corners　in　quick　succession；　and　heard　a　great　crash　behind　him　as　the　Chaos　Space　Marine　lost
control　and　slammed　into　a　wall。　For　the　first　time；　Blonsky　had　a　few　seconds’　grace；　and　he　knew
he　couldn’t　wait　for　a　better　chance。　He　chose　a　door　at　random；　and　found　himself　in　a　banqueting
hall；　decorated　in　rich　shades　of　brown　and　red　with　tapestries　hanging　from　the　walls。
He　had　intended　to　find　a　hiding　place；　and　hope　that　the　Chaos　Space　Marine　went　past。　He　had
known　that　this　was　a　long　shot；　but　it　was　the　best　he　had　had。　He　got　lucky；　again。　There　were
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more　doors　out　of　the　room；　on　opposite　walls　at　its　far　end。　He　hurried　to　one　of　them；　and　was
turning　the　handle　as　the　main　door　was　smashed　open；　quivering　on　its　hinges。
The　Chaos　Space　Marine　leapt　into　the　room；　propelling　himself　over　the　table。　Blonsky　didn’t
wait　for　him　to　land。　He　raced　through　a　small　kitchen　and　out　into　another　passageway；　worried
that　he　was　starting　to　lose　his　bearings；　that　he　might　not　be　able　to　find　his　way　out。　As　if　that　was
the　worst　of　his　problems。
He　had　gained　some　distance　on　the　Chaos　Marine；　but　it　was　still　behind　him。　He　could　still
hear　its　footsteps。　It　just　kept　on　coming。
There　were　fewer　heretics　on　their　heels　than　Palinev　had　feared。
He　didn’t　stop　to　ask　why；　he　just　counted　his　blessings。　He　suspected　that　the　explosion　he　had
heard　a　moment　ago；　the　distinctive　burst　of　a　frag　grenade；　might　have　had　something　to　do　with　it。
He　didn’t　stop　to　wonder　what　had　happened　to　Pozhar；　why　he　hadn’t　followed　his　comrades　out　of
the　courtyard；　because　he　guessed　he　would　not　like　the　answer。
Anyway；　there　were　still　some　heretics　out　here　—　cultists　and　a　few　Traitor　Guardsmen　who
had　escaped　before　the　Ice　Warriors　had；　who　were　starting　to　regain　their　senses；　to　gather　and　to
talk；　and　to　look　for　the　threat　in　their　midst。
And　they　found　it。
“It’s　him！”　a　cultist　screamed；　pointing　at　Steele；　her　finger　trembling。　Then　her　eyes　turned　to
Confessor　Wollkenden；　still　unconscious；　slung　over　Grayle’s　shoulder。　“It’s　both　of　them。　The
sacrifices！　They’re　escaping　with　the　sacrifices！　They—”
Palinev　shot　her　through　the　head；　but　it　was　too　late。　More　cultists　were　coming　at　them　with
knives；　while　others　hung　back；　shouldering　lasguns。　They　must　have　looked　like　easy　pickings；
Steele　still　leaning　on　Palinev’s　shoulder；　Grayle　encumbered　by　Wollkenden。　But　Steele　was　not　as
helpless　as　he　seemed。　He　seized　two　incoming　cultists　by　their　robes；　smashed　their　heads　together；
thrust　them　into　the　path　of　the　first　las…beams。
Taking　advantage　of　their　temporary　human　shields；　the　Ice　Warriors　ducked　into　a　side
passageway　—　but　it　came　to　a　dead　end；　a　few　metres　along。
Steele　snatched　Grayle’s　lasgun　from　him　and　ordered　him　to　keep　back；　to　keep　Wollkenden
out　of　the　line　of　fire。　Palinev　was　already　strafing　the　corridor　behind　them；　discouraging　the
heretics　from　approaching；　forcing　them　to　run　for　cover。　As　his　power　pack　ran　dry；　Steele　took　his
place　and　continued　the　barrage。　Palinev　reloaded　and　was　able　to　relieve　the　colonel　in　turn。
“We　can’t　keep　this　up；”　Steele　grumbled。　“The　longer　we’re　pinned　down　here；　the　more
attention　we’ll　draw。　And　once　that　Chaos　Space　Marine　gets　wind　of　our　location…”　He　didn’t
have　to　complete　the　sentence。
“Can　we　burn　through　the　walls？”　asked　Palinev。
“I　doubt　it；”　said　Grayle。　“We　could　try；　but　remember　the　glacier；　remember　how　it　re…formed
around　the　Termite。”
Palinev　was　firing　into　an　empty　passageway。　He　eased　his　finger　off　the　trigger；　thinking　to
conserve　power　—　and　immediately；　four　Traitor　Guardsmen　rushed　his　position。　He　fired　in
concert　with　Steele；　counting　them　down；　one；　two；　three…　but　the　last　of　them　refused　to　fall。　It
just　kept　on　advancing。
The　fourth　traitor　had　hung　back；　using　his　fellows　as　cover　so　that　only　when　he　was　almost
upon　the　Ice　Warriors　did　they　have　a　clear　shot　at　him。　Their　beams　glanced　off　his　flak　jacket；
failing　to　score　that　critical　hit　—　and　Palinev　could　see　behind　the　traitor　the　shapes　of　more　of　his
kind　beginning　to　rise；　to　crane　forward；　ready　to　advance　as　soon　as　he　engaged　the　enemy。
They　were　to　be　disappointed。　The　traitor　staggered　up　to　the　corner；　raised　his　gun；　collapsed
and　died　at　Palinev’s　feet。
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Steele　strafed　the　corridor　for　another　few　seconds；　then　turned　to　his　two　troopers。　“This　is　what
we’re　going　to　do；”　he　said。　“How　many　frag　grenades　do　you　have　left　between　you？　We’re　going
to　pitch　the　whole　damn　lot　of　them　out　there；　at　the　heretics；　bring　down　the　roof　if　we　can。　And
then　we’re　going　to　run　like　hell　in　the　other　direction。　Palinev；　you　must　know　where　we’re　going；
you　take　point。　Grayle；　behind　him；　with　Wollkenden。　I’ll　bring　up　the　rear；　lay　down　covering　fire；
make　sure　that　anyone　who　survives　the　explosion　doesn’t　dare　so　much　as　glance　after　us。”
“I　should　take　the　rear；　sir；”　said　Grayle。　“It’s　too　dangerous　for—”
“Those　are　my　orders；　trooper；”　interrupted　Steele。
“At　least　take　my　greatcoat。　Yours　is　in　shreds。　One　bull’s…eye　from　a　lasgun　and—”
Steele　shook　his　head。　'You　have　the　most　important　job　of　any　of　us。　I’m　not　strong　enough　yet
to　carry　the　confessor。　You　have　to　protect　him。　We　move　on　my　mark。　Three；　two；　one…　Palinev；
do　you　hear　that？”
Palinev　did　hear　it；　although　his　ears　were　a　second　behind　the　colonel’s。　“Gunfire；　sir。　To　the
right　of　us。　It　must　be　the　others。　They　had　to　come　this　way　too。　They　must　have　come　up　behind
the　heretics；　taken　them　by　surprise。”
Steele　considered　that　news　for　a　moment；　then　a　tight　smile　pulled　at　his　lips　and　he　hefted
Grayle’s　lasgun。　“In　that　case；”　he　said；　“change　of　plan。”
Anakora　had　known　it　wouldn’t　be　easy。　No　matter　how　much　confusion；　how　many　distractions；
the　Ice　Warriors　could　cause；　no　matter　how　good　their　disguises　nor　how　skilled　they　were；　she　had
not　expected　to　get　out　of　the　Ice　Palace　without　a　fight。
Already　they　appeared　to　have　lost　B