"That is generous of you, lord," Beta says, a little taken aback. There are myths about primarchs, in her time, and they are more unto forces of nature when they are described then men. But Lord Gulliman has lines at the corners of his eyes and has spoken with her frankly, and the lines in the hymns that don't thunder on about his might and duty speak of justice and good governance. He is, by all rights, her liege lord, for she cannot imagine Gideon not yielding to his authority in all but the most extreme circumstances. She wonders if any Inquisitors in his five centuries after her have attempted to argue the technicality of their loyalty being sworn directly to the Throne rather than to him.

"Lord," she begins, and hesitates on offering him something. No. It would not be right to burden him with something already settled by his time. "May I ask, what have you said of the Imperium and of your own role within it?"