The doors of the audience chamber made a sound. Guilliman came back to himself; this pleasant spell of conversation had to come to a temporary end.
The Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds composed himself and once more became a rational, wise sovereign.
Lox's projection followed behind him. Guilliman opened the tightly shut doors, where Lady Euten and Titus Praetor had been waiting for some time.
"Good day, Lord Lox." Praetor had clearly learned from his friends among the Invictus Guard that Lox had returned to Macragge, albeit in the form of some kind of projection.
Lox greeted him, then offered Lady Euten his regards.
"It has been a long time. Shall we talk as we walk?" Lady Euten remained as elegant and composed as ever, though she seemed displeased by the smell outside the door.
"Those Space Wolves stink—"
"Mind your words, my lady." Guilliman could see that Lady Euten disliked those Wolves, but he could not refuse to defend the sons of Russ.
"I heard they came to monitor you? To monitor a loyal primarch, the ruler of the Five Hundred Worlds?" Lady Euten asked indignantly.
Naturally, she would not show such displeasure over a mere odor. What displeased her was the Space Wolves themselves—their actions were shameful displays of suspicion and division.
"Enough. Fafnir is an honest man. He did not conceal his mission, nor did he try to evade his responsibility. We should respect them. After all, we have nothing to hide."
Lady Euten fell silent at that. She simply moved to Lox's side and began complaining about Guilliman to her son's closest friend.
The primarch's personally appointed Chief Librarian, Titus Praetor, continued, "My lord, you should still proceed with caution. Fafnir is indeed an honest man, but he is also extremely stubborn. If he sees