Her eyes narrowed at his unexpectedly serious tone, and she, too, glanced around the crowded wardroom.
'I really shouldn't ...' she said, but there was an almost wistful note in her voice. Courvosier smothered a grin as he watched temptation war with her sense of duty. It was an unfair contest, especially with curiosity weighing in on temptation's side, and her lips tightened in decision. She raised her hand, and Chief Steward's Mate James MacGuiness materialized out of the crowd as if by magic.
'Mac, would you please escort Admiral Courvosier to my day cabin?' She pitched her voice low enough to be lost in the crowd noise.
'Of course, Ma'am,' her steward replied.
'Thank you.' She looked back at Courvosier. 'I'll join you there as soon as I find Andy and warn him he's on his own as host, Sir.'
'Thank you, Captain. I appreciate it.'
'Oh, so do I, Sir,' she admitted with a grin. 'So do I!'
Courvosier turned from the cabin view port as the hatch slid quietly open and Honor stepped through it.
'I know you're not fond of parties, Honor,' he said, 'but I really am sorry to call you away from one that seems to be going so well.'
'At the rate it's going, I'll have plenty of time to get back to it, Sir.' She shook her head. 'I don't even know half of them, anyway! A lot more planet-side guests accepted their invitations than I'd expected.'
'Of course they did,' Courvosier said. 'You're one of their own, and they're proud of you.'
Honor waved her hand, and her cheekbones heated.
'You're going to have to get over that blush reaction, Honor,' her old mentor told her severely. 'Modesty is all very well, but after Basilisk Station, you're a marked woman.'
'I was lucky,' she protested.
'Of course you were,' he agreed so promptly she gave him a very sharp look indeed. Then he grinned, and she grinned back at how easily she'd risen to his bait. 'Seriously, if I haven't gotten around to mentioning it before, you did us all proud.'
'Thank you,' she said quietly. 'That means a lot, coming from you.'
'Really?' His smile was a bit crooked as he looked down at the gold rings on his own space-black sleeve. 'You know, I'm really going to hate giving up the uniform,' he sighed.
'It's only temporary, Sir. They're not going to leave you on the beach for long. In fact,' Honor frowned, 'I still don't understand why the Foreign Office wanted you in the first place.'
'Oh?' He cocked his head and his eyes glinted at her. 'Are you saying an old crock like me can't be trusted with a diplomatic mission?'
'Of course not! I'm just saying you're far more valuable at the Advanced Tactical Course than fooling around at diplomatic soirees.' Her mouth curled in distaste. 'If the Admiralty had a lick of sense, they'd have told the FO to take a flying leap through the Junction and given you a task force, Sir!'
'There are more things in life than running ATC—or a task force,' he disagreed. 'In fact, politics and diplomacy are probably more important, when you come right down to it.' Honor snorted, and he frowned. 'You don't agree?'
'Admiral, I don't like politics,' she said frankly. 'Every time you get involved in them, things go all gray and murky on you. `Politics' were what created the mess in Basilisk in the first place, and they darn near got my entire crew killed!' She shook her head. 'No, Sir. I don't like politics, I don't understand them, and I don't
'Then you'd better change your mind, Captain.' There was bite in Courvosier's suddenly chill voice. Honor blinked in surprise, and Nimitz raised his head on her shoulder, bending his own grass-green gaze on the cherubic little admiral. 'Honor, what you do in your sex life is up to you, but
She blushed again, much more darkly, but she also felt her shoulders straighten just as they had at the Academy when then-Captain Courvosier had laid down the law. They were both a long way from Saganami Island, but some things never changed, she realized.
'I beg your pardon, Sir,' she said a bit stiffly. 'I only meant that politicians seem more concerned with payoffs and empire-building than with their jobs.'
'Somehow I don't think the Duke of Cromarty would appreciate that characterization. Nor does it suit him.' Courvosier waved a gentle hand as Honor opened her mouth again. 'No, I know you weren't referring to the PM. And I understand your reaction after what happened to your last ship. But diplomacy is absolutely critical to the Kingdom's survival just now, Honor. That's why I agreed to the FO's request when they needed someone for Yeltsin's Star.'
'I can understand that, Sir. And I suppose I was a bit petulant sounding, wasn't I?'
'Just a bit,' Courvosier agreed with a small smile.
'Well, maybe more than a bit. Then again, I haven't really had much to do with diplomacy. My experience has been more with domestic politicos—you know, the slimy sort.'
'A fair enough estimation, I suppose. But this is far more important, and that's why I wanted to talk to you.' He rubbed one eyebrow and frowned. 'Frankly, Honor, I'm a little surprised the Admiralty assigned you to it.'
'You are?' She tried to hide her hurt. Did the Admiral think she'd do less than her best—especially for him—just because she didn't like politics? Surely he knew her better than that!
'Oh, not because I don't think you're up to it.' His quick response eased her hurt, and he shook his head. 'It's just— Well, how much do you know about the Yeltsin situation?'
'Not a lot,' she admitted. 'I haven't gotten my official orders or download yet, so all I know is what I read in the papers. I've checked
'I assume from that last remark that you at least know why we want the system in our camp?' Courvosier made the statement a question, and she nodded. Yeltsin's Star lay less than thirty light-years to galactic northeast of the Manticore binary system. It also lay between the Kingdom of Manticore and the conquest-bloated People's Republic of Haven, and only an idiot—or a member of the Liberal or Progressive Party—could believe war with Haven wasn't coming. The diplomatic confrontation between the two powers had grown increasingly vicious in the two and a half T-years since the PRH's brazen attempt to seize the Basilisk System, and both of them were jockeying for position before the inevitable open clash.
That was what made Yeltsin's Star so important. It and the nearby Endicott System had the only inhabited worlds in a volume forty light-years across, squarely between the two adversaries. Allies, or (perhaps even more importantly) an advanced fleet base, in the area would be invaluable.
'What you may not realize,' Courvosier went on, 'is that more is involved here than just strategic real estate. The Cromarty government is trying to build a fire break against Haven, Honor. We're rich enough to stand up to the Peeps, probably, and we've got the technical edge, but we can't begin to match their manpower. We need allies, but, even more, we need to be seen as a creditable player, someone with the guts and will to face Haven down. There are still a lot of neutrals out there; there probably still will be when the shooting starts, and we need to influence as many as possible of them to be `neutral' in our favor.'
'I can see that, Sir.'
'Good. But the reason I'm surprised the Admiralty assigned you to this particular effort is that you're a woman.' Honor blinked in complete surprise, and Courvosier laughed without humor at her expression.
'I'm afraid I don't follow that, Sir.'
'You will when you get your download,' Courvosier promised sourly. 'In the meantime, let me just give you the high points. Have a seat, Captain.'
Honor sank into a chair and lifted Nimitz from her shoulder to her lap as she regarded her superior. He seemed genuinely concerned, and for the life of her, she couldn't see what her gender had to do with her suitability
