blindingly obvious to her as it was to him. 'If they're really worried about what our new hardware can do to them, then they'll probe, but they'd have to be planning on probing across a hell of a broad front to be pulling in the tonnage you're talking about. No, this sounds a lot more like the preliminary for a narrow-focus operation of some sort, not a scattergun series of small probing actions.'
'And?' Givens prompted in a respectful tone when he paused.
'And if I'm right, if this
CHAPTER TWENTY
'Excuse me, Milady. The lawyer you were expecting is here.'
'He is?' Honor looked up from the chessboard as James MacGuiness entered the library to make his announcement. Andrew LaFollet had followed him in from the hall, and she smiled broadly at both of them. 'Thank God!'
She looked back at her mother.
'I'm afraid business calls, Mother,' she said with exquisite politeness. 'Much as I deeply regret the interruption, it seems I have no choice but to concede the game. Although, of course, I would have won if not for the way duty has called me away.'
'Oh?' Allison cocked her head, and her eyes glinted. 'And precisely what aspect of the endless chain of defeats you've suffered at my hands over the years gives you the least cause for such airy optimism?'
'As a mature and reasonable woman, I decline to enter into such a petty debate,' Honor declared, and Nimitz bleeked a laugh as she lifted him from his perch. Samantha laughed as well, but more quietly. She was curled up in the crib with Faith, resting her chin on the baby's chest and sending the subliminal, soothing buzz of her purr deep into the child. Over the centuries of 'cat-human bonding, the two-legged side of the process had discovered that 'cats made superlative babysitters. They might be too small to pick a child up, but that didn't mean they couldn't cuddle, and no human could be as sensitive to an infant's moods and needs. Then, too, for all its diminutive size, a 'cat was formidably armed and perfectly willing to use its weaponry in defense of its charge. Besides, they loved babies, whether they had six limbs and fur, or only two legs and no fur at all, and babies actually seemed to be able to 'hear' the 'cats in a way adults could not.
Now Honor paused, waiting to see if Samantha wanted to accompany her and Nimitz, but the female 'cat only flicked an ear, radiating a gentle sense of contentment, and then closed her own eyes once more, as if to share Faith's slumber.
'Goodness,' Allison murmured respectfully. 'I was never able to keep a child that quiet. And I don't remember Nimitz's managing it with you, either. Although,' she added thoughtfully, 'that was probably because he got to you too late, after you were already set in your obstreperous ways.'
'Obstreperous, is it? I'll remember that.'
'Small minds fixate on small things, dear,' Allison said airily.
'Indeed they do,' Honor replied with deadly affability, and her mother laughed. 'Would you care to sit in on this?' Honor went on. 'I don't know how interesting it would be, but you're welcome to come along.'
'No, thank you. Actually, if Sam is going to keep an eye on Faith, I think I'll just leave James with Jenny, grab my suit, and spend a few hours down on the beach.'
'Your `suit'?' Honor snorted, and glanced at LaFollet. The major looked back, with an equanimity he would never have displayed if he'd found himself trapped in the middle of such a conversation a few T-years earlier, and she grinned. 'Mother, I've seen you swim, and I don't recall any suits being involved. In fact, I seem to remember certain comments of yours on backward, barbarian, repressive cultures.'
'That was before I found myself forced to associate with an entire household of Graysons, my dear.' Allison grinned wickedly at LaFollet. The armsman's eyes twinkled back at her, and she chuckled as he made the gesture a Grayson sword master used to indicate a touch in the fencing salle. 'And I've seen you swim, too, you know,' she went on, 'so don't get snippy with me, young lady! I happen to know the suits you introduced to Gryphon were a lot more, um, modest than anything you ever wore back home or at Saganami Island!'
'But at least I always wore
'So did I — exactly what God issued me at birth. And if it's good enough for Him, then it ought to be good enough for anybody else. Especially—' Allison drew herself up to her full diminutive height and preened comfortably '—when it looks so good on me.'
'I don't know how Sphinx survived you, Mother,' Honor said mournfully. 'And when I think of the effect you're bound to have on Grayson now that you've been unleashed on my poor Harringtons, my blood runs cold.'
'We'll survive, My Lady,' LaFollet assured her. 'Of course, I understand that since your mother arrived, Lord Clinkscales has been insisting on cardiovascular exams for any visitors to Harrington House. Something about liability concerns, I believe.'
'I know,' Allison said wickedly. 'Isn't it wonderful?' LaFollet smiled and both Harringtons laughed, then Allison made shooing motions. 'Go on — get! Never keep a lawyer waiting. They have friends in low and infernal places.'
'Yes, Momma,' Honor said obediently, and turned to follow MacGuiness from the room.
The man who turned towards her as she and LaFollet entered her office had a face which might charitably have been called 'rough hewn,' although some might have been tempted to use a less complimentary phrase. He was on the small side, little more than six or seven centimeters taller than her mother, and impeccably groomed. Indeed, he was a little on the dandyish side, and obviously sufficiently well off that he could have had his face biosculpted into surpassing handsomeness. That he had not so chosen said interesting things about his personality, and what Honor tasted of his emotions only confirmed that first impression. He radiated an air of self-possession even a 'cat might have envied and carried himself like the high-priced courtroom specialist he was, yet anyone who mistook him for a soft, citified type would undoubtedly learn to regret it. There was a toughness behind the brown eyes at odds with the manicured, well-groomed exterior, and Honor liked the taste of his emotions as he regarded her calmly.
'Good afternoon, Mr. Maxwell.' She crossed the office, set Nimitz on her desk, and turned to hold out her hand. 'I'm Honor Harrington.'
'So I see,' he said, smiling as he clasped the offered hand. She cocked an eyebrow, and he chuckled. 'I've seen you often enough on HD since your return, Your Grace,' he explained. He tilted his head back to gaze up at her and pursed his lips. 'It's odd, though,' he murmured. 'Somehow I thought you'd be taller.'
'You did, did you?' Honor moved behind her desk, waving him into a facing armchair as she went. She seated herself and waited until he'd followed suit, then tipped her chair back. 'Willard warned me you had a sense of humor,' she remarked then.
'Did he?' Maxwell smiled. 'Well, he's told me quite a few things about you, as well, Your Grace. None, I hasten to add, confidential. I'd say you've impressed him quite favorably, over all. Especially after that business at Regiano's.'
