Crown of Slaves

'I see.' He regarded her severely. 'And just which of my esteemed cousin's ministers provoked that comment?'

'All of them,' she said bluntly. 'In this case, however, I'll admit that I was thinking particularly of Descroix and Janacek. She obviously doesn't have the least damned clue of how rickety a handbasket our relations with Erewhon are already in, and Janacek is cheerfully helping her push them the rest of the way to Hell.' She shook her head. 'Frankly, your cousin is completely tone deaf when it comes to diplomacy, and picking someone like Descroix as Foreign Secretary only made it worse.'

'Scarcely the proper way for a servin' officer t' describe her political superiors,' Oversteegen observed dryly, and she snorted.

'Tell me you approve of our current policy-naval or diplomatic,' she challenged, and he shrugged.

'Of course I do. On the other hand, I believe I just mentioned how much better we native Manticorans are at lyin', didn't I?'

'Yes, I believe you did,' she agreed. Then she leaned forward slightly in her chair, and her expression grew more serious.

'All kidding aside, Michael,' she said, allowing herself to use his given name, since no one else was present to hear it, 'we ought to be moving Heaven and Earth to get back onto the Erewhonese's good side, and you know it. We've managed to piss off effectively every other member of the Manticoran Alliance over the last couple of T- years, and Erewhon is probably the only one of them who's madder at us than Grayson is! But does anyone in the Government seem even remotely aware of that? If they were, they'd have sent at least an SD(P) division out here to show the flag-and a little respect-instead of a single heavy cruiser. And they'd have replaced Fraser as Ambassador long before this!'

'I might point out that Countess Fraser is another of my apparently endless supply of cousins,' Oversteegen said.

'Is she?' Watson grimaced. 'Well, I stand by my original opinion. I suppose every family has to have its share of idiots.'

'True. It's just my misfortune that at the moment a majority of my family's idiots appear t' have found their ways into positions of power.'

'Maybe. But to be fair to Descroix, I think she may actually have made a fairly accurate estimate of Fraser's abilities. Which only makes the fact that she's assigned her to Erewhon an even worse indictment of the Government's failure to grasp just how bad the situation out here is. Obviously, Descroix figures this is a sufficiently unimportant slot that she can use it to find makework for a well-connected total incompetent.'

'And Cousin High Ridge agrees with her,' Oversteegen acknowledged.

'What bothers me the most about this entire situation from our own selfish perspective,' Watson said, 'is the fact that we're going to be expected to back Fraser up as the Star Kingdom's official representative and spokesperson. And, frankly, you aren't going to be in as strong a position to… help shape her policy as someone with flag rank would. Which means we're likely to find ourselves with no choice but to help her make things still worse if-or when-something goes wrong. And you know as well as I do, that something always goes wrong. And that the Foreign Office always blames the Navy when it does.'

'Accordin' t' Admiral Draskovic, I'm the senior officer in Erewhon,' Oversteegen pointed out. 'And accordin' t' regulations, the SO is required t' coordinate with Her Majesty's ambassador. Doesn't say anythin' about whether or not the SO in question is an admiral of the green or an ensign.'

'Oh, that will make things ever so much better!' Watson snorted again, harder. 'I know you, Michael Oversteegen. The only thing I haven't figured out is how in the universe Janacek and the Prime Minister have failed to realize just how stupid you think their policies are.'

'I must have forgotten somehow t' send them the memo,' Oversteegen said. 'Although, t' be totally honest, Linda, I don't have any fundamental quarrel with their basic domestic objective.'

She looked at him with something like incredulity, and he shook his head.

'I said their basic domestic objective. Which, boiled down t' the bare bones is t' preserve the House of Lords' current constitutional position. In that respect, I am a Conservative, after all.' He grinned at her expression, then sobered. 'It's the way they're tryin' t' accomplish that objective that I disagree with. Well, that and the outright graft and corruption they're willing t' accept or even encourage along the way. However important preservin' the existin' constitutional balance of power may be, the Government's overridin' responsibility-both morally and pragmatically speakin'-has t' be t' preserve the entire Star Kingdom and its citizens, first. And I'd like t' think that we could do the job with a modicum of integrity, as well.'

Watson regarded him across his desk for a few seconds. She'd always known that, despite all of his sophistication and deliberately affected world-weary cynicism, there was more than a trace of a romantic idealist hiding inside Michael Oversteegen. She knew how intensely irritating his mannerisms could be-they'd irritated her, often enough, and she knew him far better than most ever would-yet behind them was a man who truly believed that the privileges of aristocratic power carried with them responsibility. It was that belief which had sent him into the Queen's uniform so many years before, and somehow it still survived, despite his proximity by birth and blood to powermongers like High Ridge. And someday, she feared, despite that same proximity, his belief that duty overrode self-preservation and responsibility overrode pragmatism would destroy his career. The ensuing brouhaha was also likely to splash onto his senior officers, of course, but-

Well, if it does, I could be in worse company, she thought.

'I'm not too sure that 'integrity' is a word I'd associate with Countess Fraser,' she said aloud. 'Which brings me back to your original question about our mission brief. I think this has the potential to be a very rocky deployment- from a lot of perspectives. To be honest, though, I don't see much we can do to prepare for any potential diplomatic furor. So I suppose we should be concentrating on more pragmatic problems.'

'Agreed. Obviously, our primary mission is goin' t' be t' show the flag, but as part of that, I'll want us t' do all we can t' repair our relationship with the Erewhonese navy. Or t' minimize additional damage, at least. Since Gauntlet seems t' enjoy a certain reputation as a result of our endeavors at Tiberian, let's plan on takin' advantage of that. I want a full round of port visits and mess invitations laid on. And I want all of our people-enlisted, as well as commissioned-t' be well aware that I will… take it amiss if they should happen t' do anythin' t' exacerbate the situation.'

'Oh, I think I can take care of that, Sir,' Watson assured him.

'My confidence in you is boundless. In addition, however, let's not forget Gauntlet is a Queen's ship. We may be the only Manticoran vessel in Erewhonese space, but that makes it more likely, not less, that when something finally goes wrong, we're goin' t' find ourselves in it, right up t' our necks. So I want t' continue our drill schedule as we'd previously discussed. But I'd also like t' add a bit more emphasis on less conventional operations. In particular, I think we need t' be thinkin' in terms of the police function.'

'Of course, Sir,' Watson said when he paused, but she was a bit puzzled. Obviously they needed to concern themselves with the police function-that was the entire reason they were here in what was ostensibly, at least, peacetime.

'I mean,' he clarified, 'that I want Major Hill t' be thinkin' in terms of more than routine customs boardin' details. And,' his eyes sharpened, 'I particularly want us t' develop our own contacts-on every level possible- instead of relyin' solely on the intelligence input of our Embassy. Whatever ONI may think, there's somethin' very peculiar goin' on out here, Linda. It may be that swattin' those 'pirate cruisers' put an end t' it, but somehow, I don't think so. And, like you, I don't have the most lively respect in the universe for Countess Fraser or the sorts of intelligence appreciations someone like her is likely t' be encouragin' her people t' put together.'

'I see,' she said, and nodded. 'I'll sit down with Hill to discuss that ASAP. And I'll see if I can't involve Lieutenant Gohr in the conversation, as well.'

'Good, Linda. I knew I could rely on you,' he murmured.

Chapter 11

'This is a funeral?' Berry asked dubiously. 'If I didn't know better, I'd think it was a