Mission of Honor

one between her own mahagony skin and dark eyes and Pritchart's platinum and topaz, and they'd been producd by political and social systems which were at least as different as their appearances. Yet she'd come—unwillingly, almost kicking and screaming—to the conclusion that the two of them were very much alike under the surface.

'So,' she said, sitting back from the table she shared with only Honor, Pritchart, and Theisman, 'is Simхes telling the truth or not, Honor?'

The two Havenites looked at Honor with slightly surprised expressions, and Honor smiled. Nimitz was sound asleep on his perch, and after the night which had just passed, she saw no point in waking him up.

'There's a reason Her Majesty's asking me, instead of Nimitz or Ariel,' she told her guests. 'As it happens, I've been hanging around with treecats long enough to have caught to at least some of their abilities. I can't read minds, but I can read emotions, and I know when someone's lying.'

It was astonishingly easy for her to make that admission to the leaders of the star nation she'd fought for her entire adult life.

Pritchart blinked at her, then those topaz eyes narrowed in thought, and the president began nodding— slowly, at first, then more rapidly.

'So that's why you make such a fiendishly effective diplomat!' she said with something very like an air of triumph. 'I couldn't believe how well a total novice was reading us. Now I know—you were cheating! '

The last word came out in something very like a laugh, and Honor nodded back.

'Where diplomacy's concerned, according to my mentors in the Foreign Office, there is no such thing as 'cheating,' Madam President. In fact, one of those mentors quoted an old axiom to me. Where diplomacy is involved, he said, if you aren't cheating, you aren't trying hard enough.'

Elizabeth snorted in amusement, and Theisman shook his head.

'In this instance, however,' Honor continued more seriously, 'what Her Majesty is asking me is whether or not I can tell if Dr. Simхes is telling the truth. I already informed her'—she looked directly at Pritchart '—that I knew you were, Madam President. On the other hand, I also assumed you would have expected from the beginning that Nimitz would have been able to tell me and that I would have passed his observations on to Her Majesty, so I didn't feel any particular scruples about that.'

Pritchart nodded again, and Honor shrugged.

'What I can tell you about Simхes is that his anger—his outrage—at this 'Alignment' is absolutely genuine. The pain inside that man is incredible.'

She closed her eyes for a moment, and her nostrils flared.

'Everything I can 'taste' about his 'mind glow' tells me he's telling us the truth, in so far as he knows the truth. Whether or not McBryde might have been passing along disinformation is more than I could say, of course. But, on balance, I think he was telling the truth, as well. It all fits together too well with what we've already seen, and with what Simхes can tell us about their hardware.'

'And there are still so damned many holes in it,' Elizabeth half-snarled.

'Yes, there are,' Honor agreed. 'On the other hand, I'd say the Star Empire knows infinitely more than we knew yesterday, Elizabeth . . . given that we didn't know anything at that point.'

Elizabeth nodded slowly, then looked at Pritchart.

'So I guess what it comes down to,' she said slowly, 'is where we go from here. Whatever happens, I want you to know I'm enormously grateful for the information you've provided us. And I think we can both agree that the war between Haven and Manticore is over.'

She shook her head, as if, even now, she couldn't quite believe what she'd just said. Not because she didn't want to, but because it seemed impossible, like something which couldn't possibly be true because of how badly everyone wanted it to be true.

'Mind you,' she continued, 'I don't expect everyone to be delighted about that. For that matter, a few days ago, I probably would have been one of the people who wasn't delighted myself,' she admitted.

'Trust me, there's the odd couple of billion Havenites who probably feel exactly the same way,' Pritchart said dryly.

'And that's the sticking point, isn't it?' Elizabeth asked softly. 'Stopping shooting at each other—that much I'm sure we can manage. But it's not enough. Not if Simхes' and McBryde's story is true after all.'

'No, it's not,' Pritchart agreed quietly.

'Well,' Elizabeth smiled with very little humor at all, 'at least I can feel confident now that you'll keep the Republican Navy off our backs long enough for us to deal with this Admiral Filareta.'

'Actually,' Pritchard said, 'I had something else in mind.'

'Something else?' Elizabeth's eyebrows rose.

'Your Majesty—Elizabeth—the Mesan Alignment wants both of us destroyed, starting with the Star Empire. I don't know if it honestly believes the SLN can do the job where you're concerned, or if it was anticipating we'd do it when we recognized the opportunity it had given us. But it doesn't really matter. What matters is that this Solarian attack on you is simply one more step in a strategy directed against both of us. So I think something a bit more pointed than simply stopping shooting at each other might be in order.'

'Such as?' Elizabeth asked slowly, eyes slitted in concentration.

'I understand your missile production facilities have been taken off-line,' Pritchart said. 'Tom here tells me you've undoubtedly got enough of those ungodly super missiles in your magazines to thoroughly kick the ass of this Filareta if he really insists on following his orders. But that's going to cut into your reserves, and given that the Alignment managed to rip the hell out of your home system, I think it would be a good idea for you to conserve as much ammunition as you can in hopes we'll find someone a bit better suited to playing the role of target.'

'And?' Elizabeth's eyes were opening wider in speculation.

'Well, it just happens that Thomas here has a modest little fleet—two or three hundred of the wall, I believe—waiting approximately eight hours from Trevor's Star in hyper. If you're willing to trust us in Manticoran space, perhaps we could help you encourage Filareta to see reason. And while I'm well aware our hardware isn't as good as yours , every indication I've seen is that it's one hell of a lot better than anything the Sollies have.'

'Are you offering me a military alliance against the Solarian League? ' Elizabeth asked very carefully.

'If McBryde was right, there isn't going to be much of a Solarian League very much longer,' Pritchart replied grimly. 'And given the fact that the same bunch of murderous bastards who shot up your home system are also directly responsible for you and I having killed a couple of million of our own people, I think we could say we have a certain commonality of interest where they're concerned. And it's not a case of selfless altruism on my part, you know. We're both on the Alignment's list. Don't you think it would be sort of stupid of either of us to let the other one go down and leave us all alone?'

Brown eyes and topaz met across a table littered with the remnants of breakfast, and it was very, very quiet.

'We're still going to have those problems, you know,' Elizabeth said almost conversationally after a moment. 'All those people on both sides who don't like each other. All that legacy of suspicion.'

'Of course.' Pritchart nodded.

'And then there's the little matter of figuring out where this Alignment's real headquarters is, and who else is fronting for it, and what other weapons it has, and where else it has programmed assassins tucked away, and exactly what it's got in mind for the Republic once the Star Empire's been polished off.'

'True.'

'And, now that I think about it, there's the question of how we're going to rebuild our capabilities here, and how much technology sharing—and how quickly—we can convince our separate navies and our allies to put up with. You know there's going to be heel-dragging and tantrum-throwing the minute I start suggesting anything like that!'

'I'm sure there will.'

The two women looked at one another, and then, slowly, both of them began to smile.

'What the hell,' Elizabeth Winton said. 'I've always liked a good challenge.'

She extended her hand across the table.