'Your secretary indicated that the matter had some urgency,' she continued in that same chill voice which pretended that she didn't know precisely what had brought him here.
'I'm afraid it does, Your Majesty,' he agreed, wishing passionately that the unwritten portion of the Star Kingdom's Constitution didn't require the formality of a face-to-face meeting between a prime minister and the monarch at a time like this. Unfortunately, there was no way to avoid it, although he'd toyed—briefly, at least—with the thought that since this was technically only a violation of a truce and not a formal declaration of war he might have evaded it.
'I regret,' he told her, 'that it is my unhappy duty to inform you that your realm is at war, Your Majesty.'
'It is?' she asked, and he heard his own teeth grinding together at the proof that she intended to spare him no smallest fraction of his humiliation. She knew precisely what had happened at Trevor's Star, but . . .
'Yes, unfortunately,' he replied, forced by her question to formally explain the circumstances. 'Although we've received no notification that the Republic of Haven intended to resume active military operations, their Navy violated Manticoran space this morning at Trevor's Star. Their task force was engaged by our own forces and driven off after suffering relatively light casualties. Our own forces suffered no damage, but the Republic's action in violating the Trevor's Star territorial limit can only be construed as an act of war.'
'I see.' She folded her hands on her desk and looked at him steadily. 'Did I understand you to say, My Lord, that our own forces drove the intruders off?'
The emphasis on the possessive pronoun was subtle but unmistakable, and High Ridge's eyes flickered with rage. But, again, still trapped by the prison of formality and constitutional precedent, he had no choice but to reply.
'Yes, Your Majesty. Although, to be more precise, they were driven off as a result of the joint action of our forces and those of the Protectorate of Grayson.'
'Those Grayson forces being the ones which made unauthorized transit through the Junction yesterday?' she pressed in those same, chill tones.
'Yes, Your Majesty,' he made himself say yet again. 'Although, it would be more accurate to call their transit unscheduled rather than unauthorized.'
'Ah. I see.' She sat there for several seconds, regarding him levelly. Then smiled with absolutely no trace of warmth or humor. 'And how do my ministers recommend that we proceed in this moment of crisis, My Lord?'
'Under the circumstances, Your Majesty, I see no option but to formally denounce our own truce with the Republic of Haven and resume unrestricted military operations against it.'
'And are my military forces in a fit state to pursue that policy in the wake of this attack, My Lord?'
'They are, Your Majesty,' he replied a bit more sharply, despite everything he could do to control his tone, as her question flicked him unerringly on the raw. He saw her satisfaction—not in any flicker of an expression on her own face, but in the treecat's ears and body language—and fought to reimpose the armor of his formality. 'Despite the Republic's incursion into our space, we suffered no losses,' he amplified. 'Effectively, the military position remains unchanged by this incident.'
'And is it the opinion of my Admiralty that this incident was an isolated one?'
'Probably not, Your Majesty,' High Ridge admitted. 'The Office of Naval Intelligence's estimate of the enemy's current order of battle strongly suggests, however, that the forces which violated the Trevor's Star limit constituted virtually the entirety of their modern naval units. That clearly implies that any other operations they may have carried out, or attempted to carry out, must have been on a much smaller scale.'
'I see,' the Queen repeated. 'Very well, My Lord. I will be guided by the views of my Prime Minister and my First Lord of Admiralty in this matter. Are there other measures which you wish to propose?'
'Yes, there are, Your Majesty,' he replied formally. 'In particular, it's necessary that we inform our treaty partners of the state of affairs and notify them that we intend to formally reinvoke the mutual defense clauses of our alliance.' He managed to get that out without even gagging, despite the gall and bile of suggesting any such thing. Then he drew a deep breath.
'In addition, Your Majesty,' he continued, 'given the significance and extreme gravity of the Republic's actions, and the fact that the entire Star Kingdom is now forced, however unwillingly, to take up arms once again, it is my considered opinion as your Prime Minister that your Government must represent the broadest possible spectrum of your subjects. An expression of unity at this critical moment must give our allies encouragement and our enemies pause. With your sovereign consent, I believe that it would be in the Star Kingdom's best interests to form a government of all parties, working together to guide your subjects in this moment of crisis.'
'I see,' the Queen said yet again.
'In time of war, such a suggestion often has merit,' she continued after a brief pause, her eyes deadly as her sentence reminded him of another meeting in this same office four years before. 'Yet in this instance, I think it may be . . . premature.' High Ridge's eyes widened, and the merest hint of a smile touched her lips. 'While I am, of course, deeply gratified by your willingness to reach out to your political opponents in what you've so correctly described as a moment of crisis, I feel that it would be most unfair to burden you with possible partisan disputes within your Cabinet at a moment when you must be free to concentrate on critical decisions. In addition, it would be unjust to create a situation in which you did not feel completely free to continue to make those decisions for which you, as Prime Minister, must bear ultimate responsibility.'
He stared at her, unable to believe what she'd just said. The Constitution required him to inform her and obtain her formal consent to any proposal to form a new government, but no monarch in the entire history of the Star Kingdom had ever
She gazed back at him, her face carved from mahogany steel, and he recognized her refusal to countersign his bid for political survival. There would be no 'coalition government,' no inclusion of the Centrists and Crown Loyalists to broaden his basis of support . . . or share in the guilt by association if additional reports of disaster rolled in. Nor would she even permit him to extend in her name the invitation William Alexander would almost certainly have refused, thus giving High Ridge at least the threadbare cover of being able to accuse the Centrists of refusing to support the Crown at this moment of need.
She had limited him to just two options: to continue without the cover of a joint government with the Opposition, or to resign. And if he resigned, it would be no more and no less than a formal admission of full responsibility on his part.
The moment stretched out between them, shivering with unspoken tension, and he hovered on the brink of threatening to resign if she did not endorse a coalition. But that was what she wanted. That was precisely the politically suicidal misstep into which she strove to drive him, and he felt a flowering of indignant outrage that the Crown should resort to such blatant political maneuvering at such a moment.
'Were there any further measures you wish to propose or discuss?' she asked into the ringing silence, and he recognized the question's message. Whatever he might propose, whatever he might recommend, she would saddle him unmistakably, personally, and permanently with responsibility for it.
'No, Your Majesty,' he heard himself say. 'Not at this time.'
'Very well, My Lord.' She inclined her head in a slight bow. 'I thank you for your solicitous discharge of your responsibilities in bringing this news to me. I'm sure it must have been a most unpleasant task. And since there are undoubtedly many matters which require your urgent attention in the wake of this unprovoked aggression, I won't keep you longer.'
'Thank you, Your Majesty,' he got out in a strangled voice. 'With your permission?'
He bowed considerably more deeply to her, and she watched with pitiless, unflinching eyes as he withdrew.
Chapter Fifty Eight
'How do you think we did back home, Sir?' Captain DeLaney asked quietly as she and Lester Tourville rode
