War Of Honor

treaty, but it's only been in the past eighteen T-months or so that Pritchart began really pushing the Star Kingdom for some sort of significant progress.'

'All right,' White Haven agreed. 'A year and a half, then. At any rate, the truce talks have been shuddering towards a breakdown for quite some time. Now, if my brother's sources in the Foreign Office are correct, they're on the brink of a complete collapse. In the middle of all this, we have Theisman announcing the existence of his new navy, and then this 'Second Fleet' they've run in on Honor in Silesia.'

He shook his head.

'Like Honor, the only explanation I can come up with is that they're actively planning to attack us,' he sighed, still shaking his head. 'And I wish to Hell I could blame them for it!'

'I'm afraid we agree with Lady Harrington and Earl White Haven, Your Grace,' Matthews put in. 'Naval Intelligence has shared everything we had with Sword Intelligence, and Greg's analysts agree with ours. We can't say for certain that the Republic has definitely made up its mind to launch an attack, but it's obviously putting its assets in place with that possibility in mind. We've known that for quite some time. Lady Harrington's discovery that they're actually going so far as to deploy forces all the way to Silesia confirms our existing suspicions.'

'Worse than that,' Paxton added, 'the presence of Havenite forces in Silesian space may be an indication that their war plans are not only already in place but have already been activated.'

All eyes turned to him, and he shrugged.

'I'm not saying that's what's happened. I'm saying that we have to be aware that it may be what's happened. If it is, we may have very little time to respond—assuming we have any time at all.'

'What do you want us to do, Hamish?' Benjamin asked, gazing at his guest intently.

'I don't know exactly what was in Honor's letter to you,' White Haven replied. 'I know what she said to me, and Elizabeth allowed me to view her letter.' He smiled suddenly. 'I think it's probably a very good thing Janacek didn't get to see either of them. Although it might have simplified our problem a bit when he dropped dead of pure apoplexy!'

'Now there's an image I'll treasure,' Matthews observed almost dreamily, and he and White Haven grinned at each other.

'Anyway,' the earl resumed, turning back to Benjamin, 'as I say, I don't know exactly what she said to you. What she suggested to us was that we needed to confer with you if Janacek proved . . . unresponsive. And she pointed out that Trevor's Star is the absolute linchpin of our position within Republican territory.'

'How did Elizabeth react to Janacek's response?' Benjamin asked quietly, and White Haven winced mentally in memory.

'Not . . . well,' he admitted. 'She wanted to call a news conference, lay Honor's letters in front of the 'faxes, and publicly charge her Prime Minister and her First Lord of Admiralty with everything short of outright treason.'

'I'd call that reacting 'not well,' ' Benjamin agreed judiciously. 'On the other hand, it might actually have worked, you know.'

'Certainly it might have,' White Haven agreed, 'but Willie sat on her long enough to talk her out of it—for now, at least. As he pointed out, what we do know about Pritchart's notes indicate that they've become increasingly belligerent. That her frustration and anger is what's driving the negotiations now, if you will. And as we've just acknowledged, it's entirely possible that the Republic has already decided to commit to military action. That leaves us with the choice between trying to bring High Ridge down—which might not be as easy as we'd like to think, given how public awareness of our deteriorating relations with Haven is lagging behind events—or leaving it in place at least until we get through the present crisis.

'If they haven't decided to attack us, then drop-kicking High Ridge and Janacek, assuming we could do it, might be the best thing we could possibly do. Especially if we got it done in time to repair the worst of Janacek's blunders. But we don't think they'd go quietly, and if the Star Kingdom suddenly finds itself embroiled in a major domestic political crisis, it could be the final straw needed to push Pritchart into attacking if she hasn't already committed.'

The earl shrugged.

'Willie managed to convince Elizabeth that, under the circumstances, her best bet is to just file all of this away for now and concentrate on what we can do prepare for a possible attack despite 'her' government. The best possible outcome would be for all of this to blow over with no shots fired, even if High Ridge got credit for that outcome. If shots are fired, then she'll have the information of the way they screwed the pooch on file when it comes time to form a new government. And by doing what we can quietly, behind the scenes and without any public fanfare, we may actually accomplish some good without striking the final spark a domestic political dogfight might provide.'

'Um.' Benjamin frowned, then leaned back and tugged at an earlobe.

'I follow the logic. I'm not sure I agree with it, but your domestic situation is different from ours. And I do agree that the best possible outcome would be no shots fired . . . however unlikely I think that might be.'

'I agree, Your Grace,' Matthews said. 'Both that it would be the best outcome and that it's unlikely at this point. And Lady Harrington's analysis of the Peeps' possible opening gambits certainly makes sense to me. If the Republic really intends to attack the Star Kingdom anywhere, it's going to hit Trevor's Star as one of its primary objectives—if not the primary objective.'

'And knowing Thomas Theisman,' White Haven said grimly, 'it's going to hit Third Fleet with enough strength to smash it to bits.'

'Absolutely.' Matthews nodded. 'Not just to take the terminus away from you, either. That would be important enough, given the logistics advantages it offers, of course. But their real objective would be Third Fleet's SD(P)s and CLACs.'

'Agreed. But I can't get Janacek to agree to reinforce. He flatly refuses to do it.'

'In all fairness to Janacek,' Matthews said in the voice of a man who manifestly found it very difficult to be anything of the sort, 'he doesn't have a great deal he could reinforce with. I'd imagine that he's hoping desperately that everything will blow over without ever coming to actual fighting. If the Republic does attack, he probably figures he can do a repeat of your relief of Basilisk from Trevor's Star using units of Home Fleet direct from Manticore.'

'Then he's dreaming,' White Haven said flatly. 'Even if he had Home Fleet sitting out on the Junction, which would leave Manticore and Sphinx effectively unprotected, he couldn't get them through the Junction and into support range of Theodosia's fleet before an attacking force could pin her against San Martin and force her into action.' He laughed harshly, the sound cold and ugly. 'I found that out when I couldn't stop Giscard from blowing the entire Basilisk infrastructure to Hell!'

'Oh, I know that,' Matthews snorted. 'The problem is that I don't think Janacek does.'

'Neither do I,' Benjamin said. He tipped back in his own chair, gazing at White Haven thoughtfully. 'Do you think Janacek would accept a squadron or two of our SD(P)s to support Third Fleet?'

'I doubt it very much, Your Grace,' Paxton said before White Haven could respond. Everyone looked at him, and he shrugged again. 'Janacek has made his attitude towards Grayson abundantly and unfortunately clear. He doesn't like us, he doesn't trust us, and he finds the very thought of asking us for help humiliating and demeaning. I'm sure he'll find some other justification for turning the offer down. He'll probably convince himself that moving Grayson warships into the disputed area would constitute a provocative escalation. But if that's not his reason, he'll find another one.'

'Even if he wouldn't,' Matthews said with a troubled expression, 'I'm not certain how much exposure we could accept here at home, Your Grace. With the Protector's Own away, we're already short sixteen SD(P)s and six carriers. That's a sizable chunk of the entire Navy. Allowing for units down for repair or overhaul, we've got approximately sixty available modern ships of the wall and only eleven carriers. That's enough for me to feel completely confident about holding Grayson against anything our intelligence people estimate the Republic could throw at us. But with every ship we divert to someplace like Trevor's Star, our margin of security drops. And if I were the Republic of Haven and I intended to go back to war against the Manticoran Alliance, then I'd certainly make taking out Grayson a high early priority.'

'He's right there,' White Haven said unhappily.

'I don't doubt he is,' Benjamin acknowledged. 'But at the same time, I don't really expect an early attack