Torch of Freedom

David Weber & Eric Flint Torch of Freedom

PART I

Late 1919 and 1920 Post-Diaspora.

(4021 and 4022, Christian Era)

Beyond the Protectorates, starting at a distance of 210 light-years or so from Sol and extending for depths of from 40 to over 200 light-years, was the region known as 'the Verge.' The Verge was very irregularly shaped, depending entirely on where and how colony flights were sent out, and consisted of scores of independent star systems, many of them originally colonized by people trying to get away from the Shell Systems, which could be considered the equivalent of what were called 'Third World nations' in pre-Diaspora times. Individually, very few of them of them had populations of more than one or two billion (there were exceptions), their economies were marginal, and they had no effective military power. Many of them had all they could do to resist piratical raids, and none of them had the power to resist the Office of Frontier Security and the League Gendarmerie when it came time for them to slip into protectorate status. There was a constant trickling outward from the inner edge of the Verge to the outer edge, fueled more than anything else by the desire of people along the inner edge to avoid the creeping expansion of the Protectorates. Indeed, some people living in the Verge were the descendants of ancestors who had relocated three or four or even five times in an effort to avoid involuntary incorporation into the Protectorates. Their hatred for the Office of Frontier Security—and, by extension, the rest of the League—was both bitter and intensive.

—From Hester McReynolds,

Origins of the Maya Crisis.

(Ceres Press, Chicago, 2084 PD)

Chapter One

November, 1919 PD

'Welcome back.'

Sector Governor Oravil Barregos, Governor of the Maya Sector in (theoretically) the Office of Frontier Security's name, stood and held out his hand with a smile as Vegar Spangen escorted the dark, trim man in the uniform of a Solarian League Navy rear admiral into his office.

'I expected you last week,' the governor continued, still smiling. 'Should I assume the fact that I didn't see you then but do see you now is good news?'

'I think you could safely do that,' Rear Admiral Luiz Rozsak agreed as he shook Barregos' hand with a smile of his own.

'Good.'

Barregos glanced at Spangen. Vegar had been his personal security chief for decades and the governor trusted him implicitly. At the same time, he and Spangen both understood the principle of the 'need to know,' and Vegar interpreted that glance with the experience of all those decades.

'I expect you and the Admiral need to talk, Sir,' the tall, red-haired bodyguard said calmly. 'If you need me, I'll be out there annoying Julie. Just buzz when you're ready. And I've made sure all the recording devices are off.'

'Thank you, Vegar.' Barregos transferred his smile to Spangen.

'You're welcome, Sir.' Spangen nodded to Rozsak. 'Admiral,' he said, and withdrew in the outer office where Julie Magilen, Barregos' private secretary, guarded the approaches like a deceptively demure looking dragon.

'A good man,' Rozsak observed quietly as the door closed behind Spangen.

'Yes, yes he is. And yet another demonstration of the fact that it's better to have a few good men than hordes of not-so-good ones.'

The two of them stood for a moment, looking at one another, thinking about how long they'd both been working on assembling the right 'good men' (and women). Then the governor gave himself a little shake.

'So,' he said more briskly. 'You said something about having good news?'

'As a matter of fact,' Rozsak agreed, 'I think Ingemar's tragic demise helped open a couple of doors a little wider than they might have swung otherwise.'

'Some good should come of any misfortune.' Barregos' voice was almost pious, but he also smiled again, a thinner and colder smile this time, and Rozsak chuckled. There was something a bit sour about the sound to the governor's experienced ear, though, and he cocked an eyebrow. 'Was there a problem?'

'Not a 'problem,' exactly.' Rozsak shook his head. 'It's just that I'm afraid Ingemar's brutal assassination wasn't quite as 'black' as I'd planned on its being.'

'Meaning exactly what, Luiz?' Barregos' dark eyes hardened, and his deceptively round and gentle face suddenly looked remarkably ungentle. Not that Rozsak was particularly surprised by his reaction. In fact, he'd expected it . . . which was the main reason he'd waited to share his information until he could do it face to face.

'Oh, it went off perfectly,' he said reassuringly, with a half-humorous flick of his free left hand. 'Palane did a perfect job. That girl has battle steel nerves, and she buried her tracks—and ours—even better than I'd hoped. She steered the newsies perfectly, too, and as far as I can tell, every single one of them drew the right conclusion. Their stories all emphasize Mesa's—and especially Manpower's—motives for killing him after he so selflessly threw the League's support to those poor, homeless escaped slaves. The evidence could scarcely be more conclusive if I'd, ah, designed it myself. Unfortunately, I feel I can say with reasonable confidence that we've fooled neither Anton Zilwicki, Jeremy X, Victor Cachat, Ruth Winton, Queen Berry, nor Walter Imbesi.'

He shrugged insouciantly, and Barregos glared at him.

'That's an impressive list,' he said icily. 'May I ask if there are any intelligence operatives in the galaxy who don't suspect what really happened?'

'I'm pretty sure there are at least two or three. Fortunately, all back on Old Earth.'

The rear admiral returned Barregos' semi-glare levelly, and, gradually, the coldness oozed out of the governor's eyes. They remained rather hard, but Rozsak was one of the smallish number of people from whom Barregos didn't attempt to hide their hardness as a matter of course. Which was understandable enough, since Luiz Rozsak was probably the only person in the entire galaxy who knew exactly what Oravil Barregos had in mind for the future of the Maya Sector.

'So what you're saying is that the spooks on the ground know we had him killed, but that all of them have their own reasons for keeping their suspicions to themselves?'

'Pretty much.' Rozsak nodded. 'Every one of them does have his or her own motive for seeing to it that the official version stands up, after all. Among other things, none of them wants anyone in the Solarian League to think they had anything to do with the assassination of a sector lieutenant-governor! More to the point, though, this whole affair's offered us a meeting of the minds that, frankly, I never expected going in.'

'So I gathered from your reports. And I have to say, I never would've expected Haven to play such a prominent role in your recent adventures.'

As he spoke, Barregos twitched his head at the armchairs in the conversational nook to one side of an