War Of Honor

despite himself and despite his scalding anger.

'To convince us of exactly what Admiral Harrington was convinced of,' Janacek said with the patience of someone speaking to a very small child. 'Our relations with the Republic are deteriorating steadily. You know that as well as I do. And despite all of his public statements of confidence in his navy's abilities, Theisman isn't at all certain of his ability to stand up to us. So he sent his two destroyers off to Silesia with orders to draw our attention there in order to convince us he was sending forces to threaten Sidemore. Obviously what he wants is for us to divert still more of our strength to Silesia, thus weakening ourselves at the decisive point if the cease-fire should fail.'

'I see.' White Haven considered the First Lord in silence for several seconds, then shook his head. 'Exactly how were his destroyers supposed to suggest all of this to us?'

'By being followed to an appropriate star somewhere—exactly as this Hecate was. Undoubtedly, they hoped to be picked up by one of our warships. If one of them had been, she would have 'suddenly' realized she was being trailed and broken away from the star she'd been to such trouble to bring to our attention. Our ship would have followed her until she either lost us or else returned to the Horus System 'for new orders.' In either case, when the incident was reported to Sidemore, Admiral Harrington and her staff could be relied upon to draw the proper conclusions.

'As it turned out, they were spotted and shadowed by what they thought was a typical Silesian merchant ship, and they thought they saw an even better way to get their disinformation into our hands. Obviously, they intended to board Bachfisch's ship, drop a few hints, and then turn her loose with stern orders not to go anywhere near the Marsh System. Of course any Silly merchant crew would immediately see the possibility of selling such information to us, which would have sent them straight off to Admiral Harrington!'

'And the data Admiral Bachfisch recovered from her computers?' White Haven asked.

'Strictly a fallback position,' Janacek said confidently. 'Hecate was never intended to be captured or destroyed, but it must have been apparent to their planners that their ship might be unfortunate enough to attract the attention of a cruiser or even a battlecruiser. With our compensator efficiency advantages, Hecate's ability to pull away would have been far from assured, so they briefed her crew with a cover story and planted a few ambiguous references to this 'Second Fleet' of theirs in her computers. They probably had it set up to look as if the crew had attempted to purge their database and failed to get everything dumped.' He shrugged. 'When they screwed up and misidentified Bachfisch's ship as a regular merchie, someone had time to go back to the fallback plan before he was killed.'

'Do you seriously believe any of that?' White Haven asked almost conversationally, and Janacek swelled with fury.

'Of course I do!' He shook his head angrily. 'Oh, I'm sure we have some of the details wrong, but there's no way—no way in the universe—Theisman would even contemplate genuinely sending a force as powerful as the one Harrington is postulating that far away from the decisive theater at a time like this! I don't doubt that their ops plan came apart on them. Certainly I don't believe they deliberately sacrificed an entire destroyer crew just to convince us their information was genuine! But the only thing that makes any sense is that this was intended as some elaborate diversionary effort.'

'And you don't intend to be diverted by it, do you?'

'No, My Lord, I do not,' Janacek said flatly, staring unyieldingly into White Haven's eyes.

'My Lord,' White Haven said quietly, 'haven't you even considered the other implications of this supposed diversionary effort of yours?'

'What 'other implications'?' Janacek demanded.

'If Duchess Harrington's belief that sizable Havenite forces have been sent to Silesia is, in fact, correct, then they can only be there for one purpose: to attack Sidemore Station and destroy her task force. If they did such a thing, it would be a clear act of war, and we would respond to it as such—everywhere, not just in Silesia. The implication is clearly that they're actively contemplating resuming hostilities, and if they're willing to do so in an area as far from our strategic center as Silesia, then they're certainly willing to do it somewhere closer to home, as well.

'Even if you assume this was no more than an effort to draw us into dispersing our forces, it certainly suggests they're planning active operations against us somewhere. Any dispersal we were drawn into as a result of this disinformation attempt you've postulated would be only temporary. If we found no other sign of their 'Second Fleet' within a few weeks—or, at most, a few months—then we'd begin recalling any reinforcements we'd sent. Once we did that, the balance of forces would revert to what it had been, and Theisman would know that as well as we did. Trust me, the man is an excellent strategist.

'So if the dispersal would be only temporary, I have to wonder why he should bother. Unless, during that temporary window of dispersal, he intended to attack us here.'

'Make up your mind,' Janacek said nastily. 'You came in here prepared to demand that we send reinforcements to Sidemore. Now you're saying that if we did that, we'd be playing directly into Theisman's hands.'

'I'm saying nothing of the sort,' White Haven snapped. 'I'm simply pointing out that even if your analysis were correct—which I don't for a moment believe it is—it only underscores the danger of a Havenite attack. If Duchess Harrington is correct, on the other hand, the danger isn't underscored; it's confirmed!'

'Tensions are undoubtedly running high,' Janacek told him, biting off each word as if he were chewing an iron bar. 'The danger of a resumption of hostilities is greater than it's been in quite some time. If you want me to concede that the interruption of our building programs was a mistake, then off the record, I will. However, nothing ONI has turned up convinces me that the Republican Navy is capable of meeting us in combat successfully.'

'And if they don't agree with your analysis?'

'Then they may be stupid enough to find out the hard way.'

'Will you at least put our system pickets and station commanders on a higher state of readiness and reinforce Trevor's Star?' White Haven demanded.

'Our system pickets and station commanders are always at a high state of readiness,' Janacek shot back. 'As for Trevor's Star, the system picket—as you're perfectly well aware—is already extremely powerful, and the terminus forts are online and fully ammunitioned. To further reinforce Third Fleet at this particular moment would only increase tensions between the Republic and the Star Kingdom without providing any practical increase in the system's security.'

'So you're telling me that alerting our commanders and reinforcing Third Fleet are politically unacceptable options?'

'In essence, yes,' Janacek said unflinchingly, and White Haven gazed at him for several silent seconds. It was obvious that the First Lord had no intention of being swayed, and finally, the earl shook his head.

'Do you know,' he said in a conversational, almost pleasant tone, 'if I hadn't heard it with my own ears I wouldn't have believed it was possible for you to get even stupider.'

Janacek's already rage-darkened face turned an alarming shade of purple and his jaw worked, as if his mouth were independently trying to get out the words his infuriated brain couldn't quite wrap itself around. White Haven simply looked at him for two or three breaths, then shook his head again.

'Obviously, there's no point trying to talk sense into you,' he said, his voice flat with cold contempt. 'Good day.'

And he strode out the office door before Janacek ever managed to find his voice once more.

* * *

'Edward, I think we need to seriously consider further reinforcing Sidemore.'

'Out of the question!' Janacek snapped, and glowered at Admiral Chakrabarti, wondering just what the First Space Lord had heard about his 'interview' with White Haven.

Chakrabarti only looked back at him levelly, and Janacek threw his hands up.

'Just where do you propose we find those reinforcements?' he demanded. 'Especially after the note we just sent off to Pritchart? If she and Theisman are stupid enough to break off negotiations after they get it, we're going to need every hull we've got a lot closer to home than Silesia!'

'In that case,' Chakrabarti said, 'I think we need to draft new instructions for Duchess Harrington.'

'What sort of 'new instructions'?' Janacek growled.

'Instructions to give the Andermani whatever the hell they want!' Chakrabarti shot back with highly