‘More spirit stones?’ I asked, jumping to the obvious conclusion.
‘Good luck with that,’ I said. ‘Heard anything from Vekkman?’
Which wasn’t my problem, of course. ‘I’ll check in if anything happens,’ I said, and turned back to my aide. ‘We’re sticking with the governor’s people for now.’
‘Very good, sir,’ Jurgen replied, his inevitable response when he didn’t see the point of something but assumed there must be one because someone in authority had just made a decision.
I waved to Fulcher and Defroy, and began walking towards them in the exaggeratedly leisurely manner of someone who expects to be waited for. ‘It seems we’ll have the pleasure of one another’s company for a little while longer,’ I said, as I came within easy conversational range. ‘The inquisitor has just suggested I review your security arrangements here, to ensure His Excellency’s safety.’ I glanced at Defroy as I spoke, for any sign of discomfiture; if I was a heretic infiltrator, a broad hint that an inquisitor didn’t entirely trust me wouldn’t exactly put my mind at rest. But Defroy was nodding, an expression curiously like relief spreading across his face.
‘I was hoping you’d say that,’ he said. ‘Under the circumstances, I’d feel a lot happier knowing a man with a reputation like yours was helping to guard the governor.’
‘As would I,’ Fulcher said, with a brisk business-like nod. He glanced past my shoulder, got his first real look at Jurgen, and his affable smile curdled for a moment before reforming into the expression of faint disbelief most people adopted when being introduced to him. ‘And this is your aide, I take it?’
‘You take it correctly.’ I nodded briskly, and made the usual back-and-forth gesture concomitant on exchanging the names of third parties. ‘Gunner Jurgen,’ I said. ‘Governor Fulcher.’ I watched the Emperor’s anointed coming slowly to terms with this unexpected development, and wondered if he’d hold out a hand to shake from sheer force of habit, but perhaps fortunately for all concerned he overcame the impulse. ‘You won’t find a better man to have at your back.’
‘I don’t doubt that at all,’ Fulcher said, while Jurgen positively glowed from the compliment. ‘Anyone serving with a man like you must be equally exceptional.’
Jurgen shook his head. ‘Plenty more like me in the Guard, sir,’ he said modestly but, thank the Emperor, completely inaccurately.
‘Then our victory against the eldar must be all but assured,’ Fulcher said, determined to have the last word. He turned to Defroy. ‘Have all the relief supplies been offloaded?’
Defroy listened to a voice in his vox-bead. ‘They have,’ he confirmed after a moment.
‘Then I don’t see any point in waiting around.’ Fulcher put his helmet back on, no doubt fondly imagining that he now passed for a soldier, a delusion I rather uncharitably felt I’d like to see challenged by one of the drill sergeants the Guard relies on to knock similar notions out of the heads of raw recruits.