The flow of bodies for the pyres never stopped。 This was Broucheroc。 Here； there were always
more corpses。
“You need to put your spade here； new fish；” Bulaven said； standing over the body of a dead ork and
pressing the blade of his entrenching tool against its throat。 “Next； you draw the spade head back
and forth a bit to cut through the skin。 Then； you put your weight on it。 Here； let me show you how
it is done。”
Standing beside him； Larn watched as Bulaven stamped down to push the sharpened spade head
partway through the thick muscles of the ork’s neck。 Then； occasionally wriggling the spade around
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to slice through the worst of the tendons and break the spinal vertebrae； the big man stamped down
on the spade several more times until the creature’s head had been completely severed。
“There。 You see？ Granted； ork skin can be tougher than reptile hide … especially on the big ones。
But if you keep your spade head nice and sharp； and remember to let your body weight do the work；
their heads come off pretty easy。 All right； new fish。 Now you try one。”
In the aftermath of battle came the clean…up。 Around them； while other Guardsmen tended to the
wounded or repaired the shell…damaged emplacements and militia auxiliaries carried in new
ammunition and supplies to replace those expended in the fighting； Larn and Bulaven had been
detailed to the task of beheading fallen orks。 Dubiously； Larn picked an ork at random from the
dozens of bodies lying nearby and placed the sharp end of his entrenching tool across its neck。
Following Bulaven’s earlier example he drew the blade back and forth； feeling the resistance as it
cut through the skin and into flesh。 Then； raising his foot he stamped down on the spade head；
pushing the blade perhaps a quarter of the way into the ork’s neck。 Readjusting his position to put
more force into it he stamped again； harder this time； then again； until at the fourth blow the ork’s
head finally came free to roll away across the frozen ground。
“That’s good； new fish；” Bulaven said。 “Try to make sure you are standing right over the spade
though when you stamp on it。 That way you will put more of your weight behind it。 It makes the
work easier and takes less effort。 We have a lot more corpses to do before our job is done。”
“But why do we need to do it？” Larn said to him。 “They are dead already； aren’t they？”
“Maybe；” Bulaven said。 “But is always better to make sure with an ork； just to be on the safe
side。 They are tough bastards。 You can shoot one in the head and think he’s dead； only for him to
suddenly get up and start walking about a few hours later。 Believe me； I’ve seen it happen。” Then；
noticing Larn casting worried glances at the bodies lying all around them； he smiled。 “Ach； you
needn’t worry about these ones； new fish。 If any of them were capable of moving； they’d be trying
to kill us by now already。 We’ll have their heads off long before any of them that are still alive have
had time to heal。 Then； the militia auxiliaries will take the bodies away for burning to get rid of the
spores。”
“Spores？” Larn asked。
“Oh yes； new fish。 Orks grow from spores。 Like mold。 Leastways； that’s what Scholar says。 I
can’t say I’ve ever seen it happen myself； mind。 But I’m prepared to take his word for it。 You should
ask him about it later。 He’ll tell you all about it。 You know Scholar； he loves telling people about
things。”
Apparently satisfied that Larn now knew what he was doing； Bulaven turned away quietly
whistling a cheerful tune to himself as he began to deprive more dead orks of their heads。 In his
wake； Larn set to the same task of decapitation。 It was gruesome and tiring work； and Larn quickly
found his boots and the spade head were stained black with viscous alien blood。 Soon； he was
sweating under his helmet； the salt of his sweat irritating the head wound he had sustained during
the battle。
In the aftermath； telling him he was lucky and it was only a scalp laceration； Medical Officer
Svenk had bandaged it for him while Corporal Vladek had supplied him with a new helmet —
something for which Davir had been particularly scathing。 What is it with you and helmets； new fish；
Davir had said。 First； you use one to heat a gretch’s brains in。 Then； you go and get yourself shot in
the head。 What will you use the next one for？ A soup bowl perhaps； or a planting pot for some
flowers？ But； much to his own surprise； Larn found he was longer irritated by Davir’s constant
complaints and insults。 He owed him a debt now。 No matter how much the runtish trooper might
protest to him that it had all been a mistake； even an accident； Davir had saved his life。
Then； pausing in his work to wipe the sweat from his forehead； Larn noticed a gathering redness
in the sky。 Turning to face the ork lines in the east； he saw the sun was setting。 He saw it； and he
was amazed。
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It was beautiful。 Extraordinary。 More breathtaking and vivid even than the sunset he had seen on
his last night at home。 The sun that had so often seemed cold and distant above him had at last
grown to become a warm red orb； the sky once grey around it had transformed and given way to a
dazzling symphony in flaming shades of scarlet。 Watching it； Larn found himself enraptured by
awe。 Moved to the very depths of his soul； he stood there transfixed。 Hypnotised。 Who knew there
could ever be such a sun； he thought in wonder。 Who knew there could be such beauty here？ And no
sooner had that thought occurred than it seemed to him it had all been worth it。 All the things he had
been through。 The fear。 The hardship。 The danger。 The isolation。 All the carnage he had seen and all
the horrors he had witnessed。 All of them now seemed worthwhile。 As though by right of his
passage through hell he had paid the price that had allowed him this brief perfect moment of quiet
and reflection。
“Are you all right； new fish？” he heard Bulaven say beside him。 “Is your head wound bothering
you？ You have been standing there a long time now； just looking at the sky。”
Turning； Larn saw Bulaven facing him and felt moved to tell him about the sunset。 There were
no words for his epiphany； no way to communicate what he was feeling to another。 Unable to
express his emotions； for a moment he was silent。 Then； seeing Bulaven staring at him in concern
and curiosity； Larn felt he should say something — anything — lest the big man should start to
think he had lost his mind。
“I was just struck by how strange this place is；” he said； forced to retreat to more commonplace
matters。 “To have a sun that sets so late in winter。”
“Winter？” Bulaven asked in good…natured confusion； looking around at the frozen corpsecovered
battlefield around them。 “But it is summer hereabouts； new fish。 Good thing； too。 In winter；
life in Broucheroc can really start to get nasty。”
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
23：01 hours Central Broucheroc Time
A Visitor from General Headquarters — The Reconnaissance Mission — Expressions of Disquiet
Among the Ranks — Into No…Man’s land — Alone in the Darkness
“You have done well； sergeant。” Lieutenant Karis said。 “By holding out against that last assault you
have delivered a crippling blow to the activities of the orks in this sector。 And you may be assured
your efforts in that regard have been recognised and will be rewarded。 It is not official as yet； of
course； but between you and me I understand you are to be decorated while your unit is to receive a
citation。” In reply； Chelkar was silent。 Five minutes ago he had been supervising the repairs to the
company’s defences when Grishen had voxed him with the news an officer had arrived and was
waiting to see him in the command dugout。 Hurrying tiredly to meet him； Chelkar had found himself
confronted with a fresh…faced junior lieutenant； all spit…shine boots and folded creases； a swagger
stick poking out at a jaunty angle from beneath his arm。 Though Chelkar had at first wondered if
Sector Command had finally got around to sending them a nee apparent the
lieutenant had come here on behalf of General Headquarters。 A situation that； to Chelkar’s
experience； was unlikely to bode anything but ill。
“Did you hear me； sergeant？” the lieutenant said。 “They are going to give you a medal。”
“I will have to remember to put it with the other ones； lieutenant。” Chelkar said； feeling so
exhausted and bone…weary he no longer cared if his tone was properly diplomatic。 “But I am sure
you didn’t come all this way and dragged me away from my duties just to tell me that。”
Stung by his bluntness； the lieutenant’s face briefly tightened into a look of displeasure。 Then；
abruptly； his mood softening and becoming patently false； he adopted a more conciliatory manner。
“You are right； of course； sergeant。 And may I say what a pleasure it is to hear some plain
speaking for a change。 That is why I was so happy to get this chance to come to the front。 Not that I
find my duties at General Headquarters in any way irksome； you understand； but at GHQ one can so
often forget the realities of frontline life in the Guard。 We are soldiers； you and I。 We don’t do what
we do for honours and medals。 We do it selflessly in