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Subject: Lord-Captain Roland de Carvajal y Corazon Aguirre
Cipher-Lock: Sister Minerva de Liire – Ordo Famulous
Thought for the Day: “The Emperor’s Hand is in the Smallest Detail”
I feel as if a great weight has been lifted from me. I should be in mourning, still, for the passing of my father, the Lord-Captain of the Aguirre Dynasty, but there has been no love there for many years. I do feel for my sisters in law, especially poor Mignonette who not only lost a husband but her two sons. I will not deny that the loss of the entire male line of the de Liire has been a blow not only to this House but also to the efforts of the Ordo Famulous. Mother Roan has put so much work into the proper marriages and breeding of this line in particular and now it would appear to be withering on the vine. I am less distraught. If there was ever any true potential in the de Liire bloodline it would not have fallen so far from the Light of the Emperor. The de Liire were brilliant, certainly, excellent specimens of humanity, but their souls lacked a certain fundamental quality, a certain moral center. I know that Mother Roan was hoping to rectify this problem in future generations, but it is perhaps best that the experiment conclude in favor of a parallel line.
The Carvajals have, of course, excellent breeding of their own. I have great hope for Roland. Military service seems to have suited him well. And that little cousin of his, Via… of the Oros line of all things… she has proven far more resilient than I thought when she rashly left the homeworld to pursue her “destiny.” It would seem that the hard realities of the galaxy have been instructive and have not broken her spirit. I spoke with her briefly about the Missionaria Galaxia as I believe her temperament well-suited to that sort of demanding service. Fortunately Cardinal Solaris agreed, and not only inducted her, but delegated three Acolytes of the Missionaria to instruct her along with a single Battle-Sister of the Adeptus Sororitas to act as bodyguard. I do hope young Via recognizes the honor and trust accorded her by this gesture.
And so it is that the Dynasty and the Sovereign of the Void have fallen into the hands of a pious man. I know little of the blasphemous acts that led to my father’s death, but I have no doubt his dabbling in the Cold Trade is what did him in. Frankly, I’m still surprised that Svenya kept his position. The little weasel lived in my father’s shadow for so long I would have assumed that the stains of my father’s sins would have long-since tainted him. Roland has permitted him to continue to serve, continue to lurk in the shadow of the Lord-Captain. I do not trust “Uncle” despite all the candy he tried to bribe me with in my youth before I left to take Holy Orders. Still, he appears to be serving Roland as well as he served Francesco, and one rumour at least credits Svenya’s quick action with the ultimate survival of the ship.
Our Choir-Master seems not unaffected by my father’s final folly. The poor man may not be fit for his position. I will have to keep an eye on him. His chosen intermediary, Darrius, seems like a good enough lad, albeit a bit naive. I suppose soul-bonding to the Emperor does not necessarily confer wisdom or experience, merely stability. Still, for all his wide-eyed provincialism, he is an Astropath, and such talents are rare indeed.
I am well-pleased by the new Navigators sent by House Soteris to fulfill our ancient contracts. I know the previous crop were an unsavory lot to say the least. It would appear that House Soteris is keen to demonstrate that not all Navigators of their House flirt with heresy. Our young Carto-Artifex, especially, has impressed me. Her protestations of faith are, perhaps, a bit too forced, as if she feels she has something to prove. Nevertheless, I do not think they are any less genuine for all that. Our new Navigator Primaris, Demetria Soteris, seems a cool, collected creature. There is strength in her, though… we made the voyage from Nido de Halcyon to Port Echo in a tiny fraction of the time it should have taken. I am still trying to make sense of the remarkable speed of our voyage, but the Immaterium is a strange place. We will see if she can repeat the feat.
Our Master of Arms, Steihr Mandis, is as stolid as his reputation. He is one of the few who served my father who have no real suspicion of lingering heretical taint. The man, frankly, doesn’t strike me as cunning or clever enough to have been involved in anything other than shooting or stabbing whomever my father told him to shoot or stab. For all that he lacks command-presence, it is undeniable that he is skilled in the trade of violence.
Well, I suppose I can note my impressions of the rest of the senior staff some other time. This entry has already stretched out longer than anticipated, and we should be coming alongside Port Echo soon. I will take the rest of my time to reflect on the funerals and the ascension of Roland.
The funerals were, as expected, full of solemnity. It was pleased and gratified that Cardinal Solaris himself chose to attend. I pulled every string I had to get the invitation to his personal attention. I can only say that he continues to impress me with his memory, as I had seriously wondered if my name would even ring the proper bells for him. It has been some years since my novice days. He was as polite as ever, although the years are weighing on him. Even the light gravity of the Carvajal moon seemed to pain his joints. Still, he made time for me and for young Via de Oros, and conducted the proper ceremonies with all the gravitas I have come to expect from him. The only thing that marred the ceremonies was the presence of that Inquisitor, Syrah Distaff. What a ridiculous name. She openly smirked throughout the proceedings as if actively trying to insult the family. While I recognize that my father and his sons were engaged in activities of questionable morality and loyalty to the Emperor, she could have at least shown some respect for the history of the Dynasty and those of us not tainted by my father’s corruption. I was moderately mollified to note that her smirk disappeared during the subsequent rites to elevate Roland to Master of the Dynasty. If I detected any particular emotion from her it was… curiosity.
The rest was about as you’d expect. The Lord-Sector sent his archivist. That preening witch Callista Flamel flaunted her wealth and success at us. House D’rian sent one of their third cousins, and every mercantile association with whom we’ve signed a contract sent a token representative. Frankly, I’m surprised everything went off with only a couple of deaths, none of them important. It seems the Cardinal’s Sororitas entourage had to forcefully discourage some of the thugs brought as bodyguards by the Tellurian Combine. Fortunately the Combine swept up their problem without bothering the new Lord-Captain or Svenya.
Roland held up well under hours of tedious ceremony and even more tedious small-talk, but I could tell he was anxious to get aboard the Sovereign and venture forth into the void. Frankly, for all my training in courtly affairs, breeding, politics, and related arts, I find the notion of sojourn amongst the stars delightful. Perhaps it was the sense of stagnation I’ve felt over the past twelve years trying to influence the my family away from the course they seemed so very intent upon to no visible effect. Hopefully my skills and watchful eye will prove more useful to Roland and his people than they were to the de Liire scions.
-Sister Minerva de Liire, Ordo Famulous
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