The trial was over.
A Saint's Port guard entered the hall and led Camus away.
As Lion had promised Lu Jin, he arranged for Camus to be sent to a hive city on the planet called Tantoria, where the Genestealer cult known as the Poor Prince and the fighting between humans were at their fiercest.
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Spirit Seer Kaylarenath watched as the human who had killed his own kin was led out of the hall.
One of his fellows approached and used rhythmic breathing—a secret Aeldari means of communication—to warn Kaylarenath to keep an eye on the human. Otherwise, he might survive at the front.
But Kaylarenath paid no heed to his fellow's advice. He didn't believe Lu Jin and Lion would resort to such despicable tricks.
Trust was important in a joint war effort.
In truth, Lion hadn't used any tricks. The place he had sent Camus was one where survival was impossible.
The Prophet observed the Young God again.
Lu Jin lowered his head, deep in thought.
"Young God, the Samhan Craftworld will aid humanity in this war." Kaylarenath placed a hand over his chest and bowed. "We are at your command."
"You are at Lion's command." Lu Jin looked up. "I'm no strategist."
Kaylarenath nodded and bowed to Lion.
But Lu Jin didn't immediately get up to leave. Something occurred to him, and he asked Spirit Seer Kaylarenath, "I hope to find something."
Kaylarenath immediately understood what the Young God wanted and gestured for him to follow.
Lu Jin rose and followed the Aeldari out of the Council Hall, to a hidden place in Saint's Port.
Manros, Chief Librarian of the Fierce Angels, was in a secret chamber there, using a ritual to search for a lost relic—the Traitor's Femur.
But Manros had been sitting