On Basilisk Station

'Captain, that course—'

'I know precisely where that course will take us, Chief Killian,' Honor said crisply.

'Captain—' it was Brigham this time, her voice very formal '—regulations require me to point out that you will be violating planetary traffic patterns on that course.'

'Noted. Chief Braun—' Honor didn't even look up at the quartermaster, and her voice was almost absent '—please log the Sailing Master's warning and note that I assume full responsibility.'

'Aye, aye, Ma'am.' Braun's voice was absolutely toneless, but his expression was wary, as if he expected her to begin gibbering at any moment.

'Impeller wedge up and nominal, Ma'am,' McKeon rasped, and Honor kept her eyes glued to her maneuvering display, watching the time display tick downward.

'Is that course laid in, Chief?'

'Ah, yes, Ma'am. Three-five-seven one-seven-one. Acceleration three-zero-zero gravities for one-zero seconds. Course change to two-seven-four zero-niner-three true also laid in, Captain.'

'Thank you.' Honor felt McKeon's tension at her shoulder, but there was no time to deal with that. 'Courier boat time to impeller readiness?' she snapped.

'Thirty-six seconds, Ma'am,' Lieutenant Cardones said in a small voice.

'Very well.' She paused for just a beat, and then the timer hit zero. 'Execute, Chief Killian!'

'Executing,' the coxswain said in an almost prayerful voice, and HMS Fearless leapt instantly forward and 'down' at an acceleration of just over twenty-nine hundred MPS?.

Honor's hands tightened on her chair's arms, but she didn't even blink as her eighty-eight-thousand-ton command screamed down into the very heart of Medusa's orbital traffic. She'd laid in that vector by eye, without the careful calculations and double-checking The Book required, but there was no time for that, and her mind was still in that odd overdrive. She knew it was correct, with an absolute certainty that admitted no doubt, and Fearless rode the invisible rail she'd nailed down in space as her speed mounted by almost three kilometers per second with every second that passed.

The Havenite courier boat loomed directly ahead of her on Honor's visual display, impeller nodes beginning to glow as they started to come up, but they weren't on line yet. Vapor spewed from the boat's emergency maneuvering thrusters as her skipper tried frantically to avoid Fearless's mad charge, yet those thrusters were far too weak to move the boat more than a few meters in the time they had, and the light cruiser stooped upon the eggshell courier like a vengeful falcon.

Breath hissed as her officers tensed for the inevitable, suicidal impact, but Honor's face was carved stone as the edge of Fearless's drive field slashed past the courier at less than two kilometers, far inside its drive safety perimeter. Vaporized alloy burst from the smaller vessel's stern as the cruiser's vastly more powerful impeller wedge blew her after nodes to incandescent gas; then Fearless was past, and the starscape slewed crazily in the visual display as she shot up and away from the planet in a mad skew turn and went instantly to full emergency power, accelerating at five hundred and twenty gravities.

'My God!' someone gasped as Fearless streaked past an orbiting four-million-ton freighter at a bare ten kilometers' separation. Honor didn't even turn her head. Her eyes were already reaching out for the scarlet light dot of the fleeing Sirius.

'Captain?' Webster sounded as shaken as anyone.

'Yes, Samuel?' Honor asked absently.

'Captain, I have an incoming message from that courier boat. They sound pretty upset, Ma'am.'

'I imagine they do.' Honor surprised herself with a grin and sensed the sudden release of her bridge crew's tension. 'Put them on my screen.'

'Yes, Ma'am.'

Her screen lit with the image of a very young officer in the green and gray of the People's Navy. He wore a lieutenant's insignia, and his face was a curious, mottled blend of furious red and terrified white.

'Captain Harrington, I protest your reckless, illegal shiphandling!' the youngster shouted. 'You almost destroyed my ship! Our entire after—'

'I'm very sorry, Captain,' Honor interrupted in her most soothing tone. 'I'm afraid I wasn't watching where I was going.'

'Weren't watching wh—?!' The Havenite lieutenant strangled his exclamation and gritted his teeth. 'I demand you heave to and assist my command in dealing with the damage you've inflicted!' he snarled instead.

'I regret that that's impossible, Captain,' Honor said.

'Under the interstellar convention of—' the lieutenant began again, but she cut him off with a pleasant smile.

'I realize I'm technically in the wrong about this, Captain,' she said in that same, soothing tone, 'but I'm sure Her Majesty's Resident Commissioner will be able to provide any assistance you require. In the meantime, we're a little too busy to stop. Good-bye, Captain.'

She switched off the com, killing the lieutenant's protest in mid splutter, and leaned back in her chair.

'My, that was a little sloppy of me, wasn't it?' she murmured.

Her crew gawked at her for just a second, and then a chorus of relieved laughter ran around the bridge. She smiled, but when she looked up at McKeon, his face was grim, and there was no humor in his eyes.

'You stopped the courier, Skipper,' he said quietly, under cover of the others' laughter, 'but what about the freighter?'

'I'll stop her, too,' Honor said. 'Any way I have to.'

'But why, Ma'am? You said you understood what's going on, but I'll be damned if I do!'

'Sirius's departure was the last piece I needed.' Honor spoke so softly he had to lean forward to hear her. 'I know where she's going, you see.'

'What?!' McKeon started, then grabbed for his self-control and looked around the bridge. A dozen pairs of eyes were locked on him and his captain, but they whipped back to their own instruments under the impact of his fiery gray glare. Then he returned his own questioning gaze to Honor.

'Somewhere out here, Alistair, probably within only a few hours' hyper flight, there's a Havenite battle squadron. Maybe even a full task force. Sirius is headed for a rendezvous with them.'

McKeon's face went white, and his eyes widened.

'It's the only answer that makes sense,' she said. 'The drugs and guns on the planet were intended to produce a native attack on the enclaves. It was supposed to come as a complete surprise and produce a bloodbath as the Medusans slaughtered off-worlders right and left—including, as you yourself pointed out, their own merchant factors in those northern trade enclaves. In fact,' she spoke more slowly, lips tightening and eyes hardening in sudden surmise, 'I'll lay odds Sirius is officially assigned to one of those enclaves by the Havenite government.' She nodded to herself. 'That would make this just about perfect, wouldn't it?'

'How, Ma'am?' McKeon was out of his depth, and he knew it.

'They're trying a coup de main to seize the planet,' Honor said flatly. 'Sirius's master is `fleeing in panic' from the native insurrection. In the course of his flight, he'll `just happen' to encounter a Peep squadron or task force in the area on `routine maneuvers.' Naturally, he'll spill out his story to the Havenite commander, who, horrified and overcome with a sense of urgency and the need to save off-worlder lives, will immediately proceed to Medusa with his entire force to put down the native uprising.' She stared into McKeon's eyes and saw the dawning understanding.

'And once he's done that,' she finished very softly, 'he'll proclaim Haven's possession of the entire system on the grounds that Manticore has demonstrated its total inability to maintain order and public safety on the planet's surface.'

'That's insane,' McKeon whispered, but his tone was that of a man trying to convince himself, not truly a protest. 'They know we'd never stand for it!'

'Do they?'

'They must! And the entire Home Fleet's only a single wormhole transit away, Skipper!'

'They may believe they can get away with it.' Honor's voice was cool and