War Of Honor

'And has this ship said anything beyond identifying herself?' he asked after a moment.

'As a matter of fact, Herr Herzog, she has,' Isenhoffer said.

'Well, please don't make me drag each word out of you one at a time,' Rabenstrange said tartly.

'Forgive me, Sir,' Isenhoffer said. 'It's just that, on the face of it, it's so absurd that—' He stopped and seemed to give himself a mental shake. 'Sir,' he said, 'according to Troubadour, she has Duchess Harrington aboard. And the Duchess has formally requested to speak personally to you.'

'To me?' Rabenstrange repeated carefully. 'Duchess Harrington herself?'

'That's what Troubadour says, Sir,' Isenhoffer replied.

'I see.'

'With all due respect, Sir,' Isenhoffer said, 'I would advise against allowing Troubadour to come any further in-system.' Rabenstrange looked a question at him, and the chief of staff shrugged. 'Duchess Harrington's request, even if it's sincere, is ridiculous. There are proper channels for one fleet commander to contact another through.'

'And why do you think the Duchess failed to avail herself of those other channels?'

'I suppose it's possible that this represents some dramatic attempt on her part to find a peaceful resolution to the tension between her command and yours,' Isenhoffer said carefully. As Rabenstrange's chief of staff, he knew how strongly the herzog had argued against the Empire's current policy in Silesia. He also knew exactly what Rabenstrange had said to Sternhafen before that admiral had been sent home in disgrace. Perhaps even more significantly at this particular moment, Isenhoffer was also aware of the respect in which Rabenstrange held Honor Harrington.

'From your tone,' the herzog observed now, 'although you may suppose it's possible, you don't find it very likely.'

'Frankly, Sir, I don't,' Isenhoffer acknowledged. 'And, again with all due respect, even if that's what this is, surely she must realize that by now it's too late.'

'I don't recall having issued any orders to attack Sidemore Station,' Rabenstrange said in a suddenly chill voice.

'Of course not, Sir!' Isenhoffer spoke quickly, yet there was an edge of diffident stubbornness in his reply. Chien-lu Rabenstrange hadn't picked a chief of staff he expected to be a yes-man or a weakling. 'I didn't mean to imply that you had. But Duchess Harrington must be aware by this time that His Imperial Majesty fully intends to secure our strategic frontiers here in Silesia. I would submit to you, Sir, that, that being the case, the only thing she could say to you which would resolve the tension between our two forces would be a concession on her part of our territorial demands. And if she were prepared to make such a concession, it would undoubtedly represent instructions from her government at home, which would have been communicated to us through normal channels.'

'Which brings us back to the question of why she didn't use those channels in the first place, does it not?' Rabenstrange asked, and Isenhoffer nodded. 'Well, if you don't believe she's here to propose some sort of diplomatic resolution, then why do you think she's here?'

'I think, perhaps, for two reasons, Sir,' Isenhoffer replied. 'First, I would not be surprised to discover that she's here on her own authority in an effort to at least delay the inevitable. She may propose some sort of stand- down while she requests additional instructions from her government, but I would be somewhat suspicious of any such proposal. The delay involved might well permit the Star Kingdom to transfer additional reinforcements to Sidemore.

'Secondly, Sir, I can think of very few ways in which she could acquire a more precise estimate of our current strength here in Sachsen than by bringing a ship of the wall, with its sensor suite, right into the heart of the star system. I don't say that that would be her primary objective, but it would almost certainly be an inevitable consequence if we permit her to enter the system.'

'You may be correct,' Rabenstrange said after a moment. 'On the other hand, unlike you, I've met the lady. When she speaks, it's usually worth taking the time to listen. And the one thing she doesn't do—or, at least, will never do well—is lie.

'As for what Troubadour's sensors might be able to tell her about our strength, my concerns are strictly limited. In fact, in some respects, I'd prefer for her to have an accurate appreciation of our strength. The sorts of 'mistakes' which have plagued us since that idiot Gortz got himself killed in Zoraster are dangerous, Zhenting. And more than just in terms of the additional people they've already killed.

'The Emperor may fully intend to secure our frontiers, and he may even be willing to go to war with the Star Kingdom in order to accomplish that if he must, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't prefer to do it without any more bloodshed. Nor do I care to be responsible for any more deaths that can possibly be avoided. Let her deliver whatever message she wishes me to have. And let her see what strength we have. If there is some way we can prevent further loss of life, then by all means let us explore the possibilities. And if knowing how powerful our forces are makes her more cautious or encourages her to press her own superiors for authority to concede the Emperor's demands, so much the better.'

'But, Herr Herzog,' Isenhoffer protested, 'she's a Grayson steadholder. She'll insist upon bringing her armsmen to any meeting, and you know what the Emperor's feelings about anything like that have been since the Hofschulte affair.'

'I do, indeed.' Rabenstrange frowned again. Then he shrugged. 'Explain the Emperor's conditions to her, Zhenting. If she can't accept them, then we'll be limited to an electronic meeting.'

* * *

'I don't like it, My Lady,' Andrew LaFollet said stubbornly.

'And I'm afraid I don't recall asking you if you liked it,' Honor replied, and her voice was considerably tarter than usual.

'But especially now,' LaFollet began, 'with tensions so high, it's—'

'Especially now,' Honor said implacably, 'it's particularly important that there not be any incidents. Or any indication that I distrust Herzog von Rabenstrange in any way. This subject is no longer open to debate, Andrew.'

LaFollet had opened his mouth. Now, he shut it. His expression hovered somewhere between mulish and profoundly disapproving, but he recognized the end of the discussion. He and Spencer Hawke exchanged glances, and then he turned back to Honor.

'All right, My Lady,' he half-sighed. 'We'll do it your way.'

'I know we will,' she replied serenely.

* * *

The fregatten kapitan escorting Honor from the superdreadnought Campenhausen's boat bay was perfectly courteous, but he clearly had his reservations about this entire business. The fact that the holsters of her three accompanying armsmen were conspicuously empty had apparently reconciled him somewhat, but from the look he'd given Nimitz, the 'cat's reputation had preceded him. Apparently the fregatten kapitan wasn't any too certain that he shouldn't have been considered as much a weapon as the armsmen's pulsers. On the other hand, he obviously wasn't prepared to argue the point on his own authority.

The lift car delivered Honor's small party to the passage just outside Campenhausen's main flag briefing room. Two Andermani Marines stood guard at the hatch, accompanied by a full kapitan der sternen with the shoulder aiguillette of a staff officer.

'Duchess Harrington,' the staffer said in precise, accented Standard English, with a small, formal bow.

'Yes,' Honor acknowledged, and cocked an eyebrow. 'And you are?'

'Kapitan der Sternen Zhenting Isenhoffer, Herzog Rabenstrange's chief of staff,' the captain replied. 'I am honored to meet you, My Lady.'

'And I you,' Honor said.

Isenhoffer glanced past her at her armsmen, and something suspiciously like a twinkle glimmered in his eye as he took in their expressions.

'Your Grace,' he said, returning his attention fully to Honor, 'I apologize for any unintended insult in our