Ashes Of Victory

'Sorry?' Her eyebrows arched in surprise, and Honor nodded.

'I could only stop one missile,' she said. 'I had to choose, and—'

She stopped, her face tight, unable to finish the sentence, and Henke's expression softened. She stood very still for two or three breaths, eyes gleaming as she fought back the tears, but when she made herself speak, her husky contralto sounded almost normal.

'It wasn't your fault, Honor. God knows I'd've made the same decision in your place. It hurts — God how it hurts — to know I'll never see Dad or Cal again, but thanks to you my mother is still alive. And my cousin. And Protector Benjamin.' She reached out and gripped Honor's upper arms, then shook her head vigorously. 'No one could have done more than you did, Honor. No one. Don't ever doubt that!'

Honor gazed into her eyes for a moment, tasting the sincerity behind them, then sighed and nodded. Intellectually, she'd known Henke was right from the beginning, but she'd been terrified Henke wouldn't see it that way. And, she admitted, until she knew Henke didn't blame her for the deaths of her father and brother, she hadn't quite been able not to blame herself for them. But now she could let them go, and she drew a deep breath and nodded again.

'Thank you for understanding,' she said quietly, and Henke clicked her tongue in exasperation.

'Honor Harrington, you are probably the only person in the universe who'd be afraid I wouldn't understand!' She gave her taller friend an affectionate shake, then stood back and returned her gaze to the cobalt waters of Jason Bay.

'And now that that's out of the way, just what did you mean that Beth doesn't have a choice?'

'She doesn't,' Honor said, accepting the return to a less painful subject. 'The entire Cabinet is united. Her only alternatives are to accept their policy... or reject the united recommendations of all her constitutionally appointed ministers. Theoretically, she has the power to do that. As a practical matter, it would be catastrophic. At the very least, it would produce a prolonged constitutional crisis just when we can least afford one. And once we get into those waters, who knows where it would end? Creating constitutional precedents is always a scary proposition, and there's no way to positively predict whether the new precedent would favor the Crown or the Cabinet... which means the Lords.'

'Jesus, Honor! I thought you didn't like politics!' Henke said only half humorously, and Honor shrugged.

'I don't. But ever since Elizabeth got back to Manticore, I've been stuck in a sort of advisory role. I'm not comfortable with it, and I don't think I'm very good at it, but when she insisted she needed me, I could hardly say no. Not after everything that's happened. Besides—' her mouth quirked in a smile which held no humor at all '—at least this way Benjamin has someone he absolutely trusts reassuring him Elizabeth hasn't gone crazy, whatever the Government is up to.'

'So they really are going to accept this truce? When we're only one stop short of the Peep capital?'

Henke sounded as if she still couldn't believe it, and Honor didn't blame her. But—

'That's exactly what they're going to do,' she said quietly.

* * *

Oscar Saint-Just looked up at Citizen Secretary Jeffery Kersaint and did something Kersaint would have flatly denied was possible.

He smiled.

The huge grin looked wildly out of place on that perpetually emotionless face. But under the circumstances, Kersaint understood it perfectly, for the Citizen Chairman — with Kersaint's help, of course — had just pulled off the impossible.

'They bought it?' the PRH's dictator demanded, as if he hadn't quite been able to believe Kersaint the first time around. 'They went for it? For all of it?'

'Yes, Citizen Chairman. They've agreed to a cease-fire in place, with both sides to retain systems they currently occupy, pending comprehensive negotiations to end the war. They request—' he glanced at his memo pad '—that we immediately send a delegation to confirm the details of the truce and begin formal talks within two standard months.'

'Good. Good! We can tie them up for months with talks. Years if we have to!' Saint-Just actually rubbed his hands, looking like a man who'd just received a new lease on life... or at least a temporary stay of execution.

'At least years, Sir. And we may even be able to negotiate an actual treaty.'

'Ha! That I'll believe only when I see it,' Saint-Just said skeptically. 'But that's all right, Jeffery. All I really need is time to get my own house in order and figure out how to cope with these new weapons of theirs, and Citizen Admiral Theisman already has some interesting suggestions in that regard. Well done. Very well done, indeed!'

'Thank you, Sir,' Kersaint said.

'Get together with Mosley and rough out a communique. I want something as optimistic as possible. And tell Mosley to set up an interview with Joan Huertes ASAP.'

'Yes, Sir. I'll get on it at once,' Kersaint agreed, and moved briskly out of Saint-Just's office.

The Citizen Chairman sat gazing into infinity at something only he could see, and this time he smiled faintly at whatever he found there. But then he shook himself. Time to get his house in order, he'd told Kersaint. He had that now, and he keyed his intercom.

'Yes, Citizen Chairman?'

'Get me Citizen Admiral Stephanopoulos. And requisition a StateSec courier boat for Lovat.'

* * *

'Citizen Admiral, I have a com request from Citizen Admiral Heemskerk,' Citizen Lieutenant Fraiser announced, and Lester Tourville looked up from the tactical exercise on Shannon Foraker's plot with a sudden chill. His raised hand interrupted his conversation with Foraker and Yuri Bogdanovich, and he turned to his com officer.

'Did the Citizen Admiral say what he wants?' he asked in a voice whose apparent calmness astonished him.

'No, Citizen Admiral,' Fraiser said, then cleared his throat. 'But a StateSec courier boat did enter the system about forty-five minutes ago,' he offered.

'I see. Thank you.' Tourville nodded to Fraiser and looked back at Bogdanovich and Foraker. 'I'm afraid I'll have to take this call,' he said. 'We'll get back to this later.'

'Of course, Citizen Admiral,' Bogdanovich said quietly, and Foraker nodded. But then the tac officer inhaled sharply, and Tourville glanced back at her.

'Alphand's sidewalls just came up, Citizen Admiral,' she said. 'So did DuChesnois' and Lavalette's. In fact, it looks like Citizen Admiral Heemskerk's entire squadron has just cleared for action.'

'I see,' Tourville repeated, and managed a smile. 'It would seem the Citizen Admiral's message is more urgent than I'd anticipated.' He looked across the flag bridge at Everard Honeker, and saw the matching awareness in his people's commissioner's eyes, but Honeker said nothing. There was nothing, after all, that anyone could say.

Foraker was tapping keys at her console, no doubt refining her data, as if it were going to make any difference. Even if Tourville had been tempted to resist the order he knew Heemskerk was about to give, it would have been futile. With Heemskerk's squadron already at full battle readiness, it would have been an act of suicide to even begin bringing up his flagship's own sidewalls or weapon systems.

'I'll take it at my command chair, Harrison,' he told the com officer. After all, there was no point trying to conceal the bad news from any of his staff.

'Aye, Citizen Admiral,' Fraiser said quietly, and Tourville crossed to the admiral's chair. He settled himself into it, then touched the com stud on its arm. The display before him came alive with the stern, jowly face of Citizen Rear Admiral Alasdair Heemskerk, State Security Naval Forces, and Tourville made himself smile.

'Good afternoon, Citizen Admiral. What can I do for you?' he inquired.

'Citizen Admiral Tourville,' Heemskerk replied in a flat, formal voice, 'I must request and require you to