much better. Even though he was prepared to dislike Duchess Harrington because of her parentage, she was a patient. She had a legal and moral right to privacy, to trust that doctor-patient confidentiality would not be violated, and it had been. It was almost like a form of rape, even if the assault was non-physical, and he would have been coldly, bitterly furious in any patient's case. In this instance, given the prominence of the patient in question and the way that prominence was goading the newsies speculations, his emotions went far beyond fury.
Franz Illescue was not a man with much use for the custom of dueling, even if it was legal. But in this case, if he could find out who was responsible, he was prepared to make an exception.
'Welcome back,' Michelle Henke said with a smile as Andrew LaFollet peeled off at her day cabin's hatch and Honor and Nimitz stepped through it.
'Thanks.' Honor crossed the cabin and flopped onto Henke's couch far more inelegantly than she would ever have considered if anyone else had been present.
'I trust Diego did the honors properly?' Henke asked lightly. Captain Diego Mikhailov was Ajax's captain. 'I told him you wanted it kept low key.'
'He kept is as low key as my faithful minion outside the hatch there would permit,' Honor replied. 'I like him,' she added.
'He's a likeable sort. And good at his job. Not to mention smart enough to realize how harried and hunted you must feel right now. He understands exactly why he's not invited to dinner tonight. In fact, he commented to me that you must be delighted to be back aboard ship.'
'As a matter of fact, I've seldom been happier to find myself confined aboard ship in my entire life,' Honor admitted as she rested her head on one couch arm, closed her eyes, and stretched out with Nimitz on her chest.
'That's because the worst that can happen here is that you get blown up,' Henke said dryly. She crossed to the wet bar, opened a small refrigerator, and produced a pair of chilled bottles of Old Tilman.Honor chuckled appreciatively, although her amusement was clearly less than complete, and Henke grinned as she opened the beer bottles.
'I told Clarissa I'd buzz for her if we decided we needed her,' she continued, holding out one of the bottles to Honor. 'Here.' Honor cracked one eye and looked up, and Henke waggled the bottle at her. 'You look like you need this.'
'What I need is about fifteen minutes-no, ten minutes would do nicely, actually-alone with Mr. Hayes,' Honor said balefully. She accepted the bottle and swallowed a mouthful of cold beer. 'I'd feel ever so much better afterward.'
'At least until they came to put you in jail.'
'True. The courts are tacky about things like that, aren't they?'
'Unfortunately.' Henke swallowed some of her own beer, leaning back in an armchair facing Honor's couch, and rested one heel on the expensive coffee table on the thick, even more expensive carpet between the two of them.
Honor smiled at her and looked around curously. It was the first time she'd visited Henke aboard Ajax, and although Henke's day cabin was substantially smaller than her own lordly flag quarters aboard Imperator, it was still large and comfortable indeed by the standards of most battlecruisers. Ajax's total complement was under six hundred, including Marines, and her designers, faced with all that space, had obviously felt someone as lordly as a flag officer deserved the very best. The deep pile carpet was a dark crimson, which Honor knew Henke would never have chosen for herself and undoubtedly intended to change at the earliest possible moment, but the paneled bulkheads, indirect lighting, and holoscupltures gave it an air of almost sinfully welcoming comfort.
Best of all, it was totally empty except for Henke, Honor, and Nimitz.
'Feeling better?' Henke asked after a moment.
'Some.' Honor closed her eyes again and rolled the chilled beer bottle across her forehead. 'Quite a bit, actually,' she went on, after a moment. 'The mind-glows out here are a lot easier on Nimitz and me.'
'There must be times when being an empath is a complete and total pain,' Henke said.
'You have no idea,' Honor agreed, opening her eyes once more and sitting up a bit. 'To be perfectly honest, Mike, that's one reason I was so happy you invited me to dinner tonight. All my staffers are firmly in my corner, but if I'd stayed home aboard the flagship, I'd almost have had to host a formal dinner on my first night back. Eating alone with my oldest friend is an awfully much more attractive proposition. Thanks.'
'Hey, it's what friends are for!' Henke said, more lightly than she felt and trying not to show how touched she was.
'Well, the company's good,' Honor said with a crooked smile. 'But I suppose if I'm going to be completely honest, the real attraction is Chief Arbuckle's paprikash.'
'I'll see to it that Clarissa gives Mac the recipe,' Henke said dryly.
'Attention on deck!'
The Eighth Fleet's flag officers, their senior staffers, and their flag captains rose as Honor, Rafael Cardones, Mercedes Brigham, and Andrea Jaruwalski entered the compartment. Simon Mattingly and Spencer Hawke parked themselves against the bulkhead just outside the compartment, flanking the hatch, and Andrew LaFollet followed the naval officers in. He took his customary, inconspicuous place against the bulkhead behind Honor's chair, and level gray eyes swept the entire briefing room with instinct-level, microscopic attention to detail.
'Be seated, Ladies and Gentlemen,' Honor said, striding to her own place.
MacGuiness had contrived a proper perch for Nimitz, bracketed to the back of her chair, and the treecat gave a buzzing purr as he arranged himself upon it. Honor smiled as she tasted his approval of the new arrangements, then seated herself and looked out at her command team.
The senior divisional commanders were present this time, as well, and they were no longer such unknown quantities. There were a few about whom she nursed some minor concerns, but by and large she was supremely confident in the temper of her weapon. Whether it would be enough for the tasks demanded of it was more than she could say, but if it failed, it would not be because of any fault in the quality of the men and women of whom it was composed.
'As you all know,' she said after a moment, 'we've actually received a few reinforcements. Not as many as we were slated to-other commitments, unfortunately, are drawing off units which otherwise would have been earmarked for us. Nonetheless, we have more striking power than we had last time. And,' this time, the wolf at her core showed in her smile, 'we're still getting the opportunity to show the Havenites our newest and best.'
Several other people smiled, as well, and Honor looked at Michelle Henke.
'I'm sure you were less than pleased when Captain Shelburne reported Hector's engineering casualty, Admiral Henke. I trust, however, that the replacement I've managed to arrange for you until Hector can get that beta node replaced is satisfactory?'
'Well, Your Grace,' Henke replied judiciously, 'I suppose, under the circumstances, I'll just have to make do.'
This time, the people who'd smiled laughed out loud, and Honor shook her head.
'I'm sure you'll manage somehow, Admiral,' she told Henke. Then she looked at the other officers again.
'In most ways, this meeting is something of a formality,' she told them. 'You've all done well in training and preparing your commands for Cutworm II. You've all had time to study our objectives. And I'm confident all of us are well aware of the importance of this operation.'
She paused to let that sink in.
'Cutworm II is both more ambitious and less ambitious than our first attacks were,' she continued after a moment. 'It's more ambitious primarily in terms of timing and how deep we're penetrating to hit Chantilly and Des Moines. Since all of our task forces will have different transit times, and since I've decided to once more orchestrate our strikes to hit our targets simultaneously, Admiral Truman and Admiral Mikl¢s will depart immediately after this meeting. Admiral McKeon will depart for Fordyce the day after tomorrow, and Admiral Hirotaka and I will depart for Augusta four days after that.
'Remember, hitting our assigned objectives-hard-is critically important, but bringing your ships and your people home is equally so. It seems unlikely the Republic will have been able to adjust its defensive stance significantly in the last three weeks. Nonetheless, it isn't impossible, so be alert. We're more likely to see changes in doctrine and tactical approaches than we are to see significant redeployment of covering forces. Eventually, obviously, we hope that's going to change, but simple message transit times are going to preclude their having
