Crown of Slaves

presence and the House of Lords.'

The next words came rumbling like a freight train: 'Not to mention that sticking a thumb in High Ridge's eye is an act of grace in its own right. Not sure about the fine points of Second Reformed theology, but in my creed that alone 'ud get you ushered into Heaven.'

He cleared his throat. 'Meaning no disrespect to Your Majesty.'

For a moment, the room was frozen. Both the Queen and her niece were sitting rigid, staring at him. The majordomo appeared to be on the verge of apoplexy, and the two officers likewise. For their part, the soldiers standing guard seemed to be considering the likelihood they'd shortly be carrying out an arrest on the spot. Next to him, Anton's daughter Berry was obviously torn between the urge to hide under her chair and flee the room outright.

And then Elizabeth burst into laughter. No soft and genteel thing, either, but the kind of raucous hilarity more appropriate to a vaudeville theater than a royal palace.

'God, you're good!' she exclaimed, when the laughter subsided. 'It took me two solid days to hammer the same notions into the heads of my-ah-inner circle.' She gave her niece's forearm an affectionate little squeeze. 'Except Ruth, of course.'

Mention of Ruth brought Anton's mind to bear on that variable, and it took him no more than two or three seconds to figure out the rest of it. In broad outline, at least. The thing that had puzzled him the most about the Queen's summons was her reason for requesting Berry's presence as well.

'It's probably not a good idea, Your Majesty,' he said abruptly. 'The part involving your niece and Berry, I mean. I admit the notion has a certain charm, being about as antique a maneuver as there is in the books. Still-'

Forcing himself to remember that he was addressing his monarch, Anton managed to keep a scowl from showing on his face. 'Charming or not, and whether it'd work or not-and meaning no disrespect to Your Majesty- there's no way I'm going to agree to it. I was a father before I was an intelligence officer, and I've never had any trouble keeping my priorities straight.'

Again, the majordomo and the officers got stiff-faced. But Elizabeth simply gave Anton a long and considering look. 'No, that you haven't,' she said. 'Someday you'll have to tell me all the details of what happened in Chicago, but I know enough about the affair to understand the heart of it. Two swine gave you a choice between being a father and having a career, and you shoved the choice right down their throats.'

It was not, Anton reflected, normally considered appropriate for a monarch to refer to her ambassador to the most powerful star nation in the galaxy and to one of her more senior admirals as 'swine.' Not that Elizabeth seemed concerned by the thought.

'Did you hesitate at all?' she asked.

'Not for a second.' He moved his massive shoulders in a little shrug. 'Being a beachcomber's not so bad, when you get down to it.'

'Good. I believe I can trust a man who isn't afraid of being on the beach when he has to.'

Again, he shrugged. This time, as if shifting off a load. 'Be that as it may, Your Majesty, I'm still not going to agree to it. It might not be all that dangerous-probably wouldn't, in fact-but it's still my daughter we're talking about here. And-'

He got no further. Anton had forgotten that Berry had a quick brain of her own. She might not have Anton's habit of systematically examining every situation, but she too had wondered why she'd been specifically included in the summons.

'Oh, that's crap!' She flushed. 'Uh, sorry, Daddy-and, uh, really sorry, Your Majesty. I mean about the bad language.'

There was no trace now of the girl's earlier nervousness. 'But it's still cra-uh, nonsense. It's my life, Daddy, even if I am only seventeen-but I didn't get prolong as early as Ruth-uh, Princess Ruth- did, so I actually probably even look a bit older than she does, if anything, and who'd know the difference anyway, because you've never let anybody get a public image of me either, on account of you're a professional paranoi-uh, very extremely cautious.'

For a moment, Anton thought she might actually stick her tongue out at him. She'd done it before, now and then. But Berry managed to recall her circumstances, drew herself up as graciously as a seventeen year old could, and ended with a little sniff.

'I think I'd make a splendid double for the Princess. It'd be exciting for me, that's for sure, and it'd allow her to get out in the world for once.'

She and Ruth exchanged admiring smiles. Anton looked to the Queen for help, but Elizabeth was practically smirking.

His shoulders slumped. 'Damn,' he growled.

Chapter 2

Berry was far less pleased with the situation the next day, when she had to return to Mount Royal Palace in order to present herself to the royal clinic.

* * *

Anton had insisted from the beginning, and had finally convinced Elizabeth, that the Queen's original idea of having Berry serve as Ruth's double was unworkable. Or, more precisely, would only work for a short time and would likely result in very negative political repercussions.

'You just can't pull it off, in this day and age,' he'd argued. 'All someone has to do is get a scrap of DNA from either one of the girls to expose the switch, and sooner or later someone will manage that. With modern technology, you can manage it from traces of sweat left on a doorknob. Yes, sure, Berry was born on Earth so her DNA will be as much of a melange as any human's in the galaxy. But Ruth's of Grayson-Masadan stock, and that genetic variation has far too many distinct traits not to be spotted easily.'

The Queen frowned. 'I thought you'd agreed, Captain?'

He shook his head. 'You're thinking too directly. You don't need an actual double, Your Majesty. All you need is misdirection. At no point-ever-will you or I or anyone else directly involved in the affair ever come right out and say 'this girl is Ruth Winton and that one is Berry Zilwicki.' All you need to do is announce that Ruth Winton will be accompanying Captain Anton Zilwicki and Professor W.E.B. Du Havel on their voyage to pay the Anti-Slavery League's respects to the family and associates of the martyr Hieronymus Stein. She'll be coming along to pay the personal respects of the House of Winton. That is it. Somewhere along the line-but not in a communique from the dynasty-we'll drop a casual mention that Captain Zilwicki's daughter Berry will be coming along also.'

He gave the girls each a glance. 'We dress Berry up in the fanciest clothing we can find, and have Ruth wear the sloppy teenage stuff Berry usually wears when she's not trying to impress royalty. I'd call it rags except it costs me twice as much to buy the stuff as good clothing would.' He ignored his daughter's little choke of protest. 'Then, let slip the word before we leave-just in time to let the paparazzi show up. Berry will walk beside me as we pass through the gates into the boarding area, dressed like a princess, with the royal guards acting as if they were protecting her. Ruth will tag along behind, looking nonchalant.'

Elizabeth's face cleared. 'Ah. I see. We don't tell them-anyone-that Berry is Ruth and vice versa. We just let them jump to that conclusion on their own.'

'Exactly. That'll serve the purpose from the security angle. But it also allows you to slide off the hook later when the confusion eventually gets cleared up-which it will, don't doubt it for a moment-and people start throwing around accusations that the Crown of Manticore was engaging in duplicity. You just shrug your shoulders and say it isn't your fault if the newsies couldn't get their story straight.'

The Queen shook her head. 'I agree with your logic, Captain, but you're missing the real political problem. Charges of being shrewd and cunning and sneaky, the Crown of Manticore can live with. Frankly, I'd bathe in it. The charge that would really hurt is that we were willing to risk the life of a commoner