palatial chamber which the Palace guides modestly referred to as 'the Library.' 'Not that you really expected them to be, now did you?'
'Of course not, but we neo-barbarian planetary despots get used to demanding the impossible. And when we don't get it, we behead the unfortunate soul who disappointed us.'
Benjamin IX, Planetary Protector of Grayson, grinned at her, standing with his back to the log fire crackling on the hearth behind him, and she shook her head.
'I knew that eventually all this absolute power would go to your head,' she told him in a display of lesse majeste which would have horrified a third of the planet's steadholders and infuriated another third.
'Oh, between us, Elaine and I keep him trimmed down to size, Honor,' Katherine Mayhew, Benjamin's senior wife said.
'Well, us and the kids,' Elaine Mayhew, Benjamin's junior wife corrected. 'I understand,' she continued with a cheerful smile, 'that young children help keep parents younger.'
'That which does not kill us makes us younger?' Benjamin misquoted.
'Something like that,' Elaine replied. At thirty-seven T-years, she was almost twelve years younger than her husband and almost six years younger than her senior wife. Of course, she was almost a quarter T-century younger than Honor... who was one of the youngest looking people in the room. Only the third and most junior of her personal armsmen, Spencer Hawke, and the towering young lieutenant commander in Grayson Navy uniform, looked younger than she did. Prolong did that for a person.
Her mouth tightened as the thought reminded her why they were all here, and Nimitz pressed his cheek against the side of her face with a soft, comforting croon. Benjamin's eyes narrowed, and she tasted his spike of recognition. Well, he'd always been an extraordinarily sharp fellow, and spending eight T-years as the father of a daughter who'd been adopted by a treecat had undoubtedly sensitized him.
She gave him another smile, then crossed to the young man in the naval uniform. He was a veritable giant for a Grayson-indeed, he was actually taller than Honor was-and although she was in civilian attire, he came to attention and bowed respectfully. She ignored the bow and enfolded him in a firm embrace. He stiffened for an instant-in surprise, not resistance-and then hugged her back, a bit awkwardly.
'Is there any new word, Carson?' she asked quietly, stepping back a half-pace and letting her hands slide down to rest on his forearms.
'No, My Lady,' he said sadly. 'Your Lady Mother is at the hospital right now.' He smiled faintly. 'I told her it wasn't necessary. It's not as if this falls into her area of specialization, and we all know there's really nothing to be done now except to wait. But she insisted.'
'Howard's her friend, too,' Honor said. She glanced at Andrew LaFollet. 'Is Daddy with her, Andrew?'
'Yes, My Lady. Since Faith and James are safely tucked away here in the nursery, I sent Jeremiah to keep an eye on them.' Honor cocked her head, and he shrugged slightly. 'He wanted to go, My Lady.'
'I see.' She looked back at Carson Clinkscales and gave his forearms another little squeeze, then released them. 'She knows there's nothing she can really do, Carson,' she said. 'But she'd never forgive herself if she weren't there for your aunts. By rights, I ought to be there, too.'
'Honor,' Benjamin said gently, 'Howard is ninety-two years old, and he's touched a lot of lives in that much time-including mine. If everyone who 'ought to be there' really were there, there'd be no room for the patients. And he's been in the coma for almost three days now. If you were there, and if he knew you were there, he'd read you the riot act for neglecting everything else you ought to be doing.'
'I know,' she sighed. 'I know. It's just-'
She stopped and shook her head with a slight grimace, and he nodded understandingly. But he didn't really understand, not completely, she thought. Despite the changes which had come to Grayson, his own thought processes and attitudes had been evolved in a pre-prolong society. To him, Howard Clinkscales was old; for Honor, Howard should have been less than middle-aged. Her own mother, who looked considerably younger than Katherine Mayhew, or even Elaine, and who'd carried Faith and James to term naturally, was twelve T-years years older than Howard. And if he was the first of her Grayson friends she was losing to old age so preposterously young, he wouldn't be the last. Gregory Paxton's health was failing steadily, as well. And even Benjamin and his wives showed the signs of premature aging she'd come to dread.
Her mind flashed back to the nursery and the book she'd been reading, with its tale of the immortal, ever- renewed Phoenix, and the memory was more bittersweet than usual as she saw the silver lightly threading the Protector's still-thick, dark hair.
'Your offspring and my beloved siblings did quite well, actually,' she said, deliberately seeking a change of subject. 'I'm always a bit surprised by how they settle down for reading. Especially with all the other more interactive avenues of amusement they have.'
'It's not the same, Aunt Honor,' one of the two young women sitting at the big refectory-style table to one side of the cavernous fireplace said. Honor looked at her, and the dark-haired young woman, who looked remarkably like a taller, more muscular version of Katherine Mayhew, reached up to rub the ears of the treecat stretched across the back of her chair.
'What do you mean, not the same, Rachel?' Honor asked.
'Listening to you read,' Benjamin's oldest daughter replied. 'I guess it's mostly because you're involved-we don't get to see enough of you here on Grayson-and you're, well, sort of larger than life for all the kids.' No one else would have noticed the way the young woman colored very slightly, but Honor hid a smile as she tasted Rachel's own spike of adolescent admiration and embarrassment. 'I know when Jeanette and I-' she nodded sideways at the slightly younger woman sitting beside her '-were younger, we always looked forward to seeing you. And Nimitz, of course.'
The treecat on Honor's shoulder elevated his nose and flirted his tail in satisfaction at Rachel's acknowledgment of his own importance in the social hierarchy, and several people chuckled. Rachel's companion, Hipper, only heaved a sigh of longsuffering patience and closed his eyes wearily.
'She may be right, Honor,' Elaine said. 'Young Honor certainly volunteered suspiciously quickly to 'help keep an eye on the littles' this evening.'
'Besides, Aunt Honor,' Jeanette said in a softer voice (she was considerably shyer than her older sister), 'you really do read awfully well.' Honor raised an eyebrow, and Jeanette blushed far more obviously than Rachel had. But she also continued with stubborn diffidence. 'I know I always really enjoyed listening to you. The characters all even sounded different from each other. Besides, there's more challenge in a book. No body just gives you the way the people and places look; you have to imagine them for yourselves, and you make that fun.'
'Well, I'm glad you think so,' Honor said after a moment, and Katherine snorted.
'She's not the only one who thinks so,' she said, when Honor looked at her. 'Most of the nannies have told me what a wonderful mother you'd make, if you weren't so busy off blowing up starships and planets and things.'
'Me?' Honor blinked at her in surprise, and Katherine shook her head.
'You, Lady Harrington. In fact,' she went on a bit more intently, 'there's been some, um, discussion of your responsibility in that direction. Faith is a perfectly satisfactory heir for the moment, you understand, but no one in the Conclave of Steadholders really expects her to remain your heir.'
'Cat,' Benjamin said in an ever so slightly quelling tone.
'Oh, hush, Ben!' his wife replied tartly. 'Everyone's been pussyfooting around the issue for a long time now, and you know it. Politically, it would be far better in almost every respect for Honor to produce an heir of her own.'
'That's not going to be happening any time soon,' Honor said firmly. 'Not with everything I already have on my plate at the moment!'
'Time's slipping away, Honor,' Katherine said with stubborn persistence. 'And you're going back out into another war. Tester knows we'll all be praying for you to come back safely, but-'
She shrugged, and Honor was forced to concede her point. Still....
'As you say, Faith is a perfectly acceptable heir,' she said. 'And while I suppose I ought to be thinking in dynastic terms, it doesn't really come naturally to me.'
'I hate to say it, Honor, but Cat may have a point from another perspective, as well,' Benjamin said slowly. 'Oh, there's no legal reason you need to produce an heir of your own body right this minute. Especially with, as you say, Faith acknowledged as your heir by everyone. But you're a prolong recipient. You say you're not used to
