Nurgle, stirring his great cauldron, pinched the sword hilt between two fingers. He found it exceedingly interesting, so he carefully selected a flower bud in his garden that was about to wither, fitted the hilt into it, and gave it to Mortarion as he departed.
By then, Mortarion had led the entire Death Guard Legion on the winds of plague to the edge of the Eye of Terror. They would soon be able to join the fierce battlefield.
When Mortarion first set out, he had not wanted to go to Cadia. He truly did not want to see Typhus's traitorous face, written all over with ambition. Yet he had not placed Typhus under much restraint either. After all, he did not want to control his company captain the way The Emperor had controlled him.
If Typhus refused to behave, then so be it. As long as he did not wander around in front of Mortarion and provoke his anger, that was enough.
He had always been interested in the Five Hundred Worlds that Roboute Guilliman took such pride in. He had also learned quite a few gardening skills under Grandfather these past years, so finding a place to practice seemed like an excellent choice.
But not long into the voyage, Mortarion felt a nameless fire constantly plucking at his heartstrings. At first, he did not understand why. Then, one day, as he lay in bed and fell into a deep sleep, he dreamed of Jaghatai's punchable old face.
"Send Typhus, the true master of the Death Guard, to see me."
Those words immediately drove all sleep from Mortarion. After waking, he simmered in anger for a long while. Then he realized that the dream had been a revelation, telling him that Jaghatai Khan had returned.
He immediately changed his destination