The Ocean's mysteries were far beneath me.
Shadow of the Throne, the Primarch's office.
Hathor Maat, the Psyker Dragonet sprawled over his shoulder, woke from the dream, and the newly appointed "Dreamwalker" bowed to the Black Emperor.
"Thank You for Your gift. I will continue to carry out Your will and serve You."
The Temple Master of the "Pavoni" saw the Black Emperor's chiseled chin dip slightly, and instinctively copied him, sculpting his own chin.
"My lord, during the Primarch's Council, the Primarch did not mention what mysteries he obtained on Argos."
"He merely shared with us some insights on traveling through the Great Ocean, ones more fascinating than anything he had spoken of in the past."
Hathor subtly reminded the Black Emperor that he had never doubted the Black Emperor's might.
But since he had followed the Primarch by divine oracle, he naturally had to report every piece of important information to the Black Emperor.
"I know," Nimrod said calmly, not fixated on the outcome of the contest over Warp navigation.
[Santiago and the other "Travelers" should gain quite a lot at Magnus's side.]
Nimrod and Magnus had assigned observers to each other. Hathor had once been seconded to "Shadow of Order," so he naturally became the representative of the "Thousand Sons."
Nimrod, in turn, chose the "Travelers."
Beep, beep, beep...
The Communication Bead in his right ear buzzed. He raised a hand and pressed it, and Arsena Dunn's voice came through.
"My lord, the ship has arrived at Mandeville Point."
"Chief Navigator Lady Visher once again expressed concern over You personally commanding the Warp voyage. I reassured her."
"Miss Viva is extremely excited. She longs to write the glorious chapter of Your contest with Lord Magnus as the ending of Your biography. To that end, she hopes to