He felt no sadness at all about failing to make a little Yellow Weasel for Old Man Yellow. Dorn wasn't Hogg, after all, and had kept the secret. His explanation only made the other two furious.
"Unbelievable! We're busting our asses over here while that bastard's living it up over there, with three wives and four concubines, no less! No wonder he took Malcador with him. Could three wives and four concubines also include Valdor and Ollanius Persson? Then who are the four concubines?"
"Big brother, for a rebellious father who's gone against all human decency like this, I say we castrate him. We've already got Malice for a mother. This is just too embarrassing."
They had once admired the Emperor all the more; now they despised him all the more. It was obvious that Lorgar had long been dissatisfied with the Emperor. He'd even come up with such a vicious scheme. Dorn heard the brothers talking, but couldn't explain. He couldn't exactly tell them that the Emperor had been captured and taken off to breed, could he?
With matters come to this, the fourth trans-temporal transmission officially began. The three brothers went to the chamber next door, where the formation was set up, but another problem now lay before them.
At this point in 23K, humanity was clearly in the Dark Age of Technology, when the Human Federation had let itself run wild. There were even more lunatics than in the Imperium of Man today, and the place was crawling with madmen who put technology above all else.
The Dark Age of Technology wasn't a good destination. Even if it wasn't as dangerous as the eve of the War in Heaven, the Human Federation had already broken time. After its controlled AI systems had tinkered with it, time had