happened at Lovat, but I know Tourville and Giscard. I imagine they're both dead by now, but I doubt very much that either of them just rolled over and played dead for your SS goons, and I imagine you've suffered a few losses of your own. But more importantly, by issuing those orders, you warned every regular officer that the purges were about to begin all over again... and this time, we're not standing for it, Citizen Chairman.'
'So you're replacing me, are you?' Saint-Just barked a laugh. 'Are you really crazy enough you actually
'I don't want it, and I'll do my best to avoid it. But the important thing is that the decent men and women of the Republic can't let someone like
'So now what?' Saint-Just demanded. 'A big show trial before the execution? Proof of my `crimes' for the Proles and the newsies?'
'No,' the citizen admiral said softly. 'I think we've had enough of those sorts of trials.'
His hand rose with Saint-Just's pulser, and the Citizen Chairman's eyes widened as the muzzle aligned with his forehead at a meter's range.
'Good-bye, Citizen Chairman.'
AUTHOR'S AFTERWORD
One of the problems with creating background for a series as long as this one is the difficulty in maintaining continuity and internal consistency. I know of a few places where I've failed in that regard (most of them, fortunately, minor), and I feel quite certain that there are those among Honor Harrington's readers who could point out several more instances to me.
In the course of writing this novel, unfortunately, I discovered yet another, all on my own.
In the background notes, which were published as part of the appendix in
So those of you who thought to yourselves, 'Hey! This is
Or, as Shannon Foraker might have said:
'Oops!'
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