that her grief at her father's death was more than offset by the elation of newfound power and influence. Jessica Stein wasn't
And…
Anton had a pretty good idea where she intended to go with that new authority. Whatever doubts he might have had were dispelled by seeing the obvious rapport between Jessica Stein and Ingemar Cassetti. The Renaissance Association, for years, had been riven by an internal faction fight which was none the less savage for all that it had been conducted without violence. It could be described, loosely, as a quarrel between doves and hawks-or, perhaps more accurately, between those people who preferred a long, patient, educational and moral campaign to transform all of Solarian society, versus those who looked to settle for something less sweeping but faster and surer. Soft and slow, versus quick and hard.
The most obvious route for such a 'quick and hard' campaign to take was for the RA to gain the support-and return it in kind-from one of the Solarian League's powerful sector governors.
Ingemar Cassetti, political hatchet-man for one Oravil Barregos, governor of the smallish but highly industrialized and wealthy Maya Sector. And also one of the sector governors more famous than most-less infamous, it might be better to say-for his comparatively high ethical standards and lack of venality. Of all the sector governors of the Solarian League, Barregos had been the friendliest toward the Renaissance League and at least paid lip service to the RA's program, the so-called 'Six Pillars.'
With how much sincerity, of course, remained open to question. Anton was quite sure that Barregos had little if any use for the first through the third of the Six Pillars: the RA's calls for a genuinely federal structure to the Solarian League's government, anti-trust legislation, and the establishment of mass-based organs for popular control of the bureaucracy. His appointment of Cassetti as his lieutenant governor said quite a lot about his own ambitions, and a man of his stripe was unlikely to genuinely favor anything which would have reduced his own power. On the other hand, he probably was favorably inclined toward the other three pillars: the removal of all grades of citizenship, abolition of the Office of Frontier Security, and the eradication of genetic slavery.
The Maya Sector was an anomaly in the Solarian League. The sector's central planet of Smoking Frog was as highly industrialized and economically advanced as any in the galaxy, and most of its other settled worlds not much less so. From the standpoint of its social structure, the sector resembled the autonomous inner worlds of the League rather than the outer colonies. It had little in common with most of the sectors still under the control of governors appointed by the Office of Frontier Security. For the Maya Sector, the harsh social stratification which characterized most of the League outside of the inner worlds was neither necessary nor economically advantageous-and the political restrictions were extremely irksome.
Despite having been originally appointed by the OFS, for a number of years now Governor Barregos had been championing the growing demand for a change in Maya Sector's status. The OFS had resisted that demand with its usual heavy-handedness-but had not (so far, at least) quite dared to remove the very popular governor. Doing so might possibly trigger off an outright revolt. And while the OFS normally didn't worry about provincial rebellions, because the backward planets where they usually occurred could be easily suppressed, a revolt in the Maya Sector could be…
Dangerous. Unless the revolt was crushed quickly, Smoking Frog alone had enough resources to create a fairly impressive naval force. Not one which could possibly stand off a fully mobilized Solarian League Navy, but a powerful enough one to raise such a ruckus as to draw the spotlight of Solarian League public attention onto the policies of the OFS which had led to such a fiasco.
By its nature, the OFS was a nocturnal predator. The last thing the bureaucrats who ran it wanted-much less the commercial combines who were their unofficial partners-was to be examined in the light of day.
So, Barregos stayed; so, the demand for independent status for Maya kept growing; so, the OFS kept reacting like a Mesozoic dinosaur. It was a situation which reminded Anton of water coming to boil in a pressure cooker.
As he'd been ruminating, the steady stream of visitors come to pay their official respects had gently but steadily pushed him toward the edge of the dais after he'd presented his own respects. Now that they were out of hearing range of Jessica Stein and her inner circle, Ruth put into words what Anton was thinking.
'Sun Yat-sen is dead. Long live Chiang Kai-shek.'
Anton was startled. He hadn't expected that kind of sophisticated historical knowledge from such a young woman. Once again, he reminded himself not to underestimate the Princess.
Du Havel was nodding. 'Like all historical analogies,' he said, 'you can't push it too far. But… yes. That's about what I was thinking myself, although I was reminded more of India's history. Gandhi and what followed. But the Kuomintang's a good analogy too. Maybe a better one, in fact. Like the RA, the KMT started off as a society of idealists. And then, after Sun Yat-sen died, became essentially a front group for warlords. Within a generation, it was every bit as brutal and corrupt as the imperial mandarinate-and a whole lot less educated.'
Anton started to add something; but, sensing the presence of an approaching person, broke off and glanced up. And froze.
Froze so abruptly, in fact, that both Berry and Ruth bumped into him. Curious, the two girls peered around his shoulders at the odd apparition who'd caused this highly unusual state of affairs. Captain Zilwicki, to put it mildly, was not known for being easily taken aback.
The young man standing in front of Anton cleared his throat. 'Good evening, Captain Zilwicki. I hadn't expected to meet you here.'
Anton's throat-clearing was a lot noisier. 'Good evening, Citiz- ah… what
The smile on the young man's face was much like the face itself: on the square side, a bit gaunt, and mostly made up of angles and edges. 'Just 'Special Officer Cachat,' ' he said. 'I'm no longer in the, ah, foreign security side of things. These days I'm a cop instead of a spy.'
Anton's self-possession was back. 'I see. Usher took you along with him, then.'
Cachat nodded. 'But I'm forgetting my manners. Ginny-' The young Havenite officer turned half around and more or less hauled a shortish woman away from her conversation with one of the guests. 'Captain Zilwicki, may I present Virginia Usher, the wife of our new director of the Federal Investigation Agency. Virginia, Captain Anton Zilwicki, formerly of the Royal Manticoran Navy.'
The woman in question was shapely, beautiful, and possessed of a smile that was even more dazzling than her costume.
'Oh, Victor!' she laughed, extending her hand to Anton. 'I'm quite sure Captain Zilwicki knows exactly who I am. Even if I did manage to stay out of his sight while we were all having our little adventure on Terra.'
The last remark caused Berry and Ruth's eyes to widen.
'Oh!' Berry gasped, staring at Cachat. '
She broke off, fumbling for the words. Anton, despite the fact that most of his brain was simultaneously cursing fate and listening to alarm bells going off, decided that straight-forwardness was called for.
'Yes, he's the one. Saved my daughter Helen's life-and Berry's, most likely.' He gave Cachat a deep nod, almost a bow. 'I never really had the chance to thank you properly at the time. Please allow me to do so now.'
Cachat looked uncomfortable. Virginia Usher laughed again. 'Look at him blush! It still amazes me, as many times as I've seen it. S'about the only thing Victor does that makes him look his age instead of'-here she poked his rib cage playfully with a finger-'a crazed cold-blooded assassin.'
Now, Victor's expression was pained. 'Ginny, 'crazed cold-blooded assassin' is the silliest oxymoron I've ever heard.'
'Nonsense!' She grinned at Anton. 'You were
For a moment, Anton's memory flashed back to a weirdly lit grotto in the subterranean depths beneath
