War Of Honor

that confuses me.'

'Only one?' McKeon laughed harshly. 'There are dozens of them confusing me right now!'

'Only one main point of confusion,' Honor told him, then let her gaze sweep over the other officers in the compartment. 'If all they wanted to do was to attack us, then the logical way for them to proceed would have been to move straight into the attack as soon as they reached Silesia, before some freak accident—like this one— betrayed their presence. But they didn't do that. Instead, we've got this Second Fleet of theirs hiding out in an out of the way star system close enough to use as a jump-off point while one or two of their destroyers play postman back and forth between them and their closest diplomatic mission.'

'You think they're waiting for orders to attack?' Truman mused aloud.

'Or for orders to turn around and go home and pretend they were never here,' Honor replied.

'There may something to that,' Yu said slowly. Of all the officers in the compartment, he was probably the least happy. 'On the other hand,' he continued with stubborn integrity, 'much as I would prefer for my old homeland not to be the heavy of the piece, there's no way they would sent a force as heavy as the one Commander Reynolds is postulating this far if they didn't seriously intend to use it. They may be waiting for orders from home to kick off the attack, and they may actually be hoping they'll get recall orders, instead. But the mere fact that they've sent an attack force into a region where they know the Star Kingdom is already confronting a possible war scenario indicates all sorts of things I'd really rather not think about.'

'Things none of us would like to think about, Alfredo,' Honor agreed grimly. 'Nonetheless, I think we do have to consider them. And whatever may be going on closer to home, we still have to respond to our own situation out here.'

'What did you have in mind, Your Grace?' Jaruwalski asked, regarding her intensely. Honor glanced at her, and the ops officer shrugged. 'I've known you for a while now, Your Grace,' she said, 'and I've heard that tone of voice before. So since you've already made up your mind about what it is you're planning to do, perhaps you'd care to share it with the rest of us?'

A rumble of laughter rolled around the compartment as Jaruwalski's wry tone punctured the tension, and Honor smiled at her. Any number of flag officers would have stamped on an operations officer who semi-twitted them that way in front of the rest of the staff, but no one thought twice about it on this staff.

'Actually,' she said, 'I have made up my mind. Alice,' she turned to Truman, 'I'm going to pull Werewolf out of your task group to hold her here. I'll swap you the Glory from the Protector's Own to replace her; she's a little bigger, but her emissions signature is close enough that I doubt anyone who sees her will realize she's Grayson and not Manticoran. Then I want you to take your entire group and run a LAC sweep through the star system Hecate was headed for. And I want you to be obvious about it.'

There was a moment of silence, then Truman cleared her throat.

'May I ask why you want me to be obvious, Your Grace?' she asked quietly and a bit more formally than usual.

'First,' Honor told her with a tight smile, 'I don't want any more accidents. If we seem to be sneaking LACs into the middle of their fleet under stealth, then there's entirely too much chance that they might mistake it for a serious attack. We don't need that when things are already this tense with the Andies.' Several heads nodded, and she went on. 'Second, I want them to know that we know they're here.'

'What if they have orders to attack if they're discovered, My Lady?' Yu asked.

'I doubt very much that they do. I could be wrong, of course, but we can't afford to paralyze ourselves trying to second-guess what they may or may not be planning to do. My feeling is that this entire operation was set up to be as covert as possible. Under the circumstances, I think it's more likely they have orders to withdraw if their presence becomes known. If nothing else, I'd think that they'd have to be unhappy about how the Andies may react to their having sent a major fleet presence this close to their borders. At any rate, I think it's worth the gamble. We'll drop in on them, let them know we've realized they're here, and see how they respond.'

She looked back at Truman.

'So, as I say, I want you to be obvious, Alice. But I also want you to emphasize the need to be cautious when you brief your COLACs. I don't want anyone crowding the Peeps—I mean, Havenites—closely enough to provoke them into defensive fire. Clear?'

'Clear,' Truman agreed, and Honor was pleased to taste her intense satisfaction at having been handed the assignment. Some task group commanders would have been wondering if they were being sent out as a way for the station commander to put a convenient scapegoat into the line of fire in case something went wrong. Other station commanders would have been completely unable to delegate the authority, which might have suggested a certain distrust of their subordinate's capabilities. There was no need, she thought, for Alice to know just how hard she really did find it to delegate in this instance. Not because she had any qualms whatsoever about Alice's abilities, but because the responsibility for what she'd just ordered done was hers, not Alice's.

Unfortunately, with everything else that was going on, she needed to be right here, just in case it all hit the fan while Alice was away. Speaking of which . . .

'In the meantime, Alfredo,' she continued, turning back to Yu, 'we'll keep your other people here with Alistair's at Sidemore to cover it during Alice's absence. I think it's at least possible that no one in Nouveau Paris knew Benjamin had sent you out here when they dispatched this Second Fleet. I'd just as soon keep it that way in case things go south on us.'

'Understood,' Yu agreed.

'In that case, people, let's be about it.'

* * *

'Hecate is over two days overdue, Sir,' Captain DeLaney pointed out quietly.

'I know, Molly. I know.'

Lester Tourville frowned as he contemplated the unhappy implications of DeLaney's reminder. There could be any number of reasons for Hecate's failure to arrive as scheduled. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of one of them that he liked. And whatever it might have been, his orders were clear. It seemed extremely unlikely that anything could have given away Second Fleet's presence, but extremely unlikely wasn't the same thing as impossible. Nor was it impossible, however unlikely, that Hecate's nonarrival was the result of something besides the normal hazards of navigation.

'All right, Molly,' he sighed. 'Pass the movement instructions. I want to pull out for the alternate rendezvous within the hour.'

Chapter Forty Seven

'Nothing, Ma'am.'

'Nothing at all, Wraith?' Dame Alice Truman asked.

'No, Ma'am.' Captain Goodrick shook his head. 'We've swept the system pretty thoroughly. I suppose it's remotely possible that there could be one or two stealthed pickets hiding out there somewhere. After all, any star system is a mighty big haystack. But there's no way there's anything I'd call a fleet inside the system hyper limit.'

'Damn,' Truman said softly. She and her chief of staff stood on HMS Cockatrice's flag bridge looking at an astrographic display of a completely empty star system. Truman knew how badly Honor had wanted to either confirm or deny the presence of a Havenite fleet. And how badly she'd wanted for any Havenite admiral to know he'd been spotted. Unfortunately, an empty star system accomplished neither of those objectives. The mere fact that there was no one here now didn't indicate a thing about who might have been here when Hecate and Pirate's Bane fought their brief, bloody battle. Indeed, it was entirely possible that the destroyer's failure to arrive with their mail had inspired the people waiting for her to move to another address.

And the fact that there was no one here to note Truman's own arrival prevented her from delivering