Chapter 151 Skull
After selection, discussion, and mutual ridicule with Morse, the final version of the Dornish language translator was determined by Perturabo to be one that had the characteristics of the Human Empire and the Imperial Fists Legion. The form of the union of signs - the hand, and the skull.
The Lord of Iron embedded the white skull made of steel into the gilded palm of the stone carving, allowing the golden palm to hold the skull firmly. The adjusted oval gold-copper gem was embedded in the forehead of the skull, and with the shadow of the runes flashing across the surface of the skull and palms, a work that was comparable to the proportions of a mortal skull was completed.
"He's going to love it," Morse said.
"Dorne?"
"Of course. Rogal Dorn will love your gift."
Perturabo began cutting boards to make a gift box. "No," he said, half focused on his handiwork, "his aesthetic style is not enough for him to fully understand my art, and he just rejected my design for the renovation of the Rotunda three hours ago."
"He will like it because it looks golden." Morse added the reason, "And it is a gift from a brother and may have practicality. That is enough."
"Dorne better like this," Perturabo whispered.
Morse smiled and took out the processed walrus tusk from the air.
This tusk, which is about one meter long, happens to be a perfectly sized indoor ornament for the original body. It will not occupy precious limited space because it is too large, nor will it inadvertently highlight the original body because it is too small for human dimensions. Alien properties that are different from ordinary people.
He placed the walrus tusk somewhere casually and presented it to anyone who saw it. Most of the time, a work is discarded the moment it is completed - because the potential and possibilities in the raw materials have been lost. It is only in rare cases that I keep my works with me.
Perturabo looked at the ivory with a strange painting style and said nothing. The boards became flat under his hands, and the edges were designed into precisely measured, concave and convex squares that fit together to eliminate the need for metal spikes.
After a while, he raised his head: "Another I saw the Emperor's shuttle appearing over Terra."
"Thanks for the reminder." Morse said, "I'll go back One trip.”
He returned to the sofa and lay down, his body shrinking smoothly and becoming as flat as paper. Just when Perturabo was about to put Morse away and find a place to put it, the body quickly returned to the form of a living person, causing Perturabo to withdraw his outstretched hand stiffly - he had intended to casually He grabbed Morse's body by one corner and lifted it up.
“There’s one thing I forgot to ask,” Morse raised a hand flat on his chest and waved, “Have you ever done anything about the last time you drove Dorne into the wall? "Synchronized my memory to you in Terra?"
"Synchronized!" Perturabo suddenly raised his voice and looked to the side as if nothing had happened, "Why should I hide my experience from myself? "
"It seems that the data packets we exchanged when I stopped checking them are still valid." Morse blinked and then spread his face again as if the air had been sucked out. Perturabo grabbed the husk by the neck and swung the thing into the cupboard.
After he closed the cabinet door, Rogal Dorn's footsteps appeared at the end of the corridor.
Perturabo quickly returned to his seat, first pushed the completed skull to the most conspicuous place on the table, then picked up the hand saw and continued cutting the wood, making a gesture of concentration without raising his head when Dorn entered the door.
"Perturabo, is your work done?" Dorn asked as he came in.
"You have eyes." Perturabo replied flatly.
“I saw a skull and hand combination on your desk,” Donne said. “You were doing carpentry. I didn’t know you were combining the skull and hand combination with your Whether the carpentry is considered complete as a whole, or you individually consider the former to be completed; so although I have eyes, I cannot accurately judge the state of your work..." "If you don't want the box," Perturabo threw down the clang of the handsaw. The sound interrupted Donne, "Then it's done. Take it, your translator."
"Thank you." Dorn nodded his thanks and picked up this small imitation skull product from the table with one hand. For a mortal, both hands are needed to hold the object in the palm of the original body like a toy given to a child. "Does it have an exclusive work name?"
"No, you are its owner, you come to name it." Perturabo said, "Your touch on the gem on its forehead can make It starts or stops working."
"That's it?" Dorn's finger touched the switch.
A line of Gothic language appeared above the skull. What Rogal Dorn means is: Can this be used to activate this item?
There was a smile on Dorn's unsmiling face. The White-haired Primarch flipped the switch again to turn it off, knowing that Perturabo did not need a medium to understand him.
"When did you leave Inwit?" he asked.
"Wait until I finish this box," said Perturabo, "and set sail today. Goodbye, Rogal Dorn."
"I have a question." said Dorn, "Can the Imperial Fists walk with the Iron Warriors?"
Perhaps there really isn't much in the world that can change Dorn's calm tone, so much so that Perturabo took a few tenths of a second to react before he realized What kind of request did Rogal Dorn make?
"Why?" he asked in disbelief, unable to tell whether he was too happy or a little annoyed. If he was both, which emotion was greater. "Invet, Phalanx, and clearing out the greenskins, the Iron Warriors haven't done enough to help you?"
"The Iron Warriors have done a lot for the Imperial Fists, and I believe it is necessary to make up for it through cooperative warfare." Rogal Dorn said that this proposal has been considered by him many times. "At the same time, in the Father of the Legion, In terms of your triple identity as Primarch and Commander of the Great Crusade, you are a model for learning."
"Have we had a similar conversation last time?"
" Yes, Perturabo. This is what I wanted to say when I came to communicate with you last time, but you interrupted me with the gift and told me to shut up and keep quiet. I didn't find the right opportunity to say it. Finish my sentence."
Dorn stated the facts completely and calmly, and Perturabo clamped the two planks together. His huge fingers completed the work they were doing with uncanny agility, and his size itself gave his movements a sense of power - the way he assembled the wooden box was like squeezing Rogal Dorn into it. in wooden planks.
Then, Perturabo said: "Yes, as long as you don't care that the glory of the Imperial Fists is eclipsed next to the Iron Warriors."
"I don't think that will happen," Rogal Dorn said, "because your honorable character ensures that you will not intentionally obscure our honor."
"Oh, Dorn." Turabo sighed, "You'd better leave this room quickly and prepare for the army's departure from Inwit."
"The preparations are complete, my brother. Because I believe you will agree. My application.”
“My dear brother, please do the first half of the sentence!”
(End of this chapter)