done it yet. Hopefully,' she smiled again, 'our modest efforts over the next two weeks will provide additional encouragement for their efforts.
'In just a moment, Commodore Jaruwalski will run through the entire ops schedule one last time. Afterward, I want to go over the plan individually with each task force commander. If any questions or suggestions have occurred to any of you since our last meeting, that will be the time to bring them forward.'
She paused a second time, then nodded to Jaruwalski.
'Andrea,' she invited, and sat back in her own chair to listen as the ops officer activated the holo display above the conference table.
'Your guests are here, Reverend.'
Reverend Jeremiah Sullivan, First Elder of the Church of Humanity Unchained, nodded in response to his secretary's announcement and turned away from the picture window of his large, comfortable office in Mayhew Cathedral.
'Thank you, Matthew. If you'd be good enough to show them in, please.'
'Of course, Your Grace.'
Brother Matthew bowed slightly, and withdrew. He was back a moment later, accompanied by half a dozen men. Most were of at least middle years. The sole exception was a very young man, indeed, for the office he held. Obviously a prolong recipient, but less than thirty-five T-years old.
He was also the evident leader of the delegation.
'Reverend,' he murmured, bending to kiss the ring Sullivan held out to him. 'Thank you for seeing us.'
'I could hardly say no to a request from such distinguished visitors, Steadholder Mueller,' Sullivan said easily. Mueller smiled and stepped aside, and Sullivan extended his ring hand to the next steadholder in line.
Mueller's smile became just a trifle fixed as he watched. It was certainly correct etiquette for visitors, however exalted their rank, to kiss the Reverend's ring of office. But it was customary in cases like this morning's meeting for the Reverend to settle for receiving the courtesy from the senior member of the delegation.
All five of Mueller's fellows kissed the ring in turn, and Sullivan waved a graceful hand at the half-circle of chairs arranged before his desk to await them.
'Please, My Lords. Be seated,' he invited, and waited courteously until all of them had settled before seating himself behind the desk once more with an attentive expression on his strong, fierce-nosed face.
'And now, Lord Mueller, how may Father Church serve the people of Grayson?'
'Actually, Your Grace, we're not quite sure,' Mueller replied with an air of candor. 'In fact, we're here more to consult than for anything else.'
'Consult, My Lord?' Sullivan arched one eyebrow, his bald scalp gleaming in the morning sunlight pouring in through the hermetically sealed window behind him. 'About what?'
'About-' Mueller started impatiently, then made himself stop.
'About the Manticoran news reports concerning Steadholder Harrington, Your Grace,' he said after a moment, his tone and expression once more controlled.
'Ah!' Sullivan nodded. 'You're referring to that person Hayes' column about Lady Harrington?'
'Well, to that, and to all the other commentary and speculation he seems to have generated in the Manticoran press,' Mueller agreed, and produced a grimace of distaste.
'Obviously, I find the original story and its thinly veiled innuendos an unconscionable invasion of the Steadholder's private life. The sort of thing, I'm afraid, one might expect from such a thoroughly... secular society. Nonetheless, the story's been printed, and widely commented upon, in the Star Kingdom, and it's already starting to make its way through our own news media here in Yeltsin.'
'So I'd observed,' Sullivan agreed almost placidly.
'I'm sure,' Mueller said, his tone more pointed, 'you must find that fact as deplorable as I do, Your Grace.'
'I find it inevitable, My Lord,' Sullivan said in a tone of mild correction, and shrugged. 'Steadholder Harrington is one of our most popular public figures, as all of us are perfectly well aware. This sort of speculation about her is bound to create a great deal of public comment.'
Despite his formidable self-control, Mueller's eyes flickered as Sullivan referred to Harrington's popularity. He really did look a great deal like a much younger edition of his deceased father, Sullivan mused. It was unfortunate the resemblance went so much deeper than the surface.
'Comment is one thing, Your Grace,' Mueller said now, a bit sharply. 'The sort of comment we're observing, however, is something else entirely.'
The other members of the Conclave of Steadholders' delegation looked uncomfortable, but none disagreed with their spokesman. In fact, Sullivan saw, most seemed firmly in agreement. Not surprisingly, given that they'd more or less nominated themselves for their present mission.
'In what specific way, My Lord?' the Reverend inquired, still mildly, after a moment.
'Your Grace, you're obviously aware Steadholder Harrington's declined to reveal the paternity of her child,' Mueller said. 'Moreover, as I'm sure you're also aware, the Steadholder isn't married. So, I'm very much afraid, that her son-the son, I remind you, who ought to replace Lady Harrington's sister in the succession of her Steading-is illegitimate. Not to put too fine a point upon it, Your Grace, this boy will be not simply a bastard, but a bastard whose father is a total unknown.'
'I might point out,' Sullivan replied tranquilly, 'that Manticoran practices are somewhat different from our own. Specifically, Manticoran law doesn't recognize the concept of 'bastardy' at all. I believe one of their more respected jurists once said there are no illegitimate children, only illegitimate parents. Personally, I find myself in agreement with him.'
'We're not talking about Manticoran law, Your Grace,' Mueller said flatly. 'We're talking about Grayson law. About Lady Harrington's responsibility, as a Steadholder, to keep the Conclave of Steadholders informed about the birth of an heir to her Steading. About the fact that she hasn't bothered to marry this boy's father, or even to inform us as to who that father is!' He shook his head. 'I believe, however great her services to Grayson, we have legitimate cause to be concerned when she so clearly chooses to flaunt the law of our planet and of Father Church.'
'Excuse me, My Lord, but precisely how has she done that?'
Mueller stared at the Reverend in consternation for at least three seconds. Then he shook himself.
'My Lord, as I'm sure you're perfectly well aware, I, as a steadholder, am required by law to inform my fellow steadholders of the prospective birth of any heir to my steading. I'm also required to provide proof that the heir in question is my child and the legitimate inheritor of my title and my responsibilities. Surely you aren't suggesting that simply because Lady Harrington wasn't born on Grayson she's somehow exempt from the obligations binding upon every other steadholder?'
It was obvious from his manner that Mueller very much hoped Sullivan would make such an argument. As his father before him-although, so far, at least, without crossing the line into active treason (so far as anyone knows, at any rate, Sullivan told himself tartly)-Travis Mueller had found his natural home in the ranks of the Opposition. And in the Opposition's eyes, Honor Harrington represented everything they detested about the 'Mayhew Restoration's' 'secularization' of their society. The unassailable position Steadholder Harrington held in the hearts of the majority of Graysons was gall-bitter on their tongues, and Sullivan could almost physically taste the eagerness with which they anticpated this opportunity to discredit her.
Not that the unfortunately large number of people who'd attempted the same task before them had enjoyed much luck, he reflected.
'First of all, My Lord,' he said after a moment, 'I'd recommend you consult a good constitutional scholar, since you appear to be laboring under a misapprehension. Your responsibility as a steadholder is to inform myself, as the steward of Father Church, and the Protector, as Father Church's champion and the guardian of secular matters here on Grayson. It is not to inform the Conclave as a body.'
Mueller's eyes first widened, then narrowed, and he flushed slightly.
'I'll grant you, My Lord,' Sullivan continued imperturbably, 'that, traditionally, that's included a notification of the Conclave as a whole. However, the Conclave's responsibility to examine and prove the chain of succession actually begins only after the birth of the heir in question. And, although I realize you weren't aware of it, Lady Harrington informed Protector Benjamin and myself almost two full months ago that she was pregnant. So I assure you all of her constitutional obligations have been faithfully discharged.'
'It hasn't simply been traditional to notify the Conclave, Your Grace,' Mueller said sharply. 'For generations,
