"Traitor"? What is she talking about?
Berry was a little annoyed with Web, but not much. In truth, Ruth was such an odd person in so many ways that Berry didn't think anyone but she herself would really understand what the young woman was feeling at the moment.
Well… except for one other person, perhaps. By now, as close as their friendship had become, Berry knew a lot about Ruth's history. And that of her family.
"Your mother would have done the same," she murmured. "Don't think she wouldn't have, Ruth."
The princess kept sobbing. "I liked Ahmed Griggs," she choked out. "Once-once-he got over being so stuffy. And-and-"
The next words came almost in a waiclass="underline" "And I really liked Laura and Christina! I can't believe they're all dead!"
Berry had been extremely fond of Sergeants Hofschulte and Bulanchik herself. Lieutenant Griggs had been too unbending for Berry to warm up to him much, though she'd had no doubts of his devotion to duty. But Christina Bulanchik had had a warm personality-as had Laura Hofschulte, who'd also possessed a sense of humor as quick and ready as the reflexes which had kept her fighting to the end, after seeing to Ruth's own safety.
Berry's own memory of the savage and terrifying gunfight was mostly one of blurred confusion and sudden terror. But she knew she'd always remember Laura Hofschulte's last moments alive, which Berry had witnessed while crouched under the gaming table.
First, the sight of Hofschulte on one knee, something in the sure set of her stance making clear that the pulser rounds being fired by the sergeant were going home. Then, the stance crumpling, and the horrible sight of Laura's lifeless eyes staring sightlessly at Berry after the sergeant's body fell to the floor-with the body of her last assailant collapsing next to her.
"That bastard," Ruth half-hissed; half-sobbed. "That stinking fucking murderer. I can't believe I'm-and I didn't even hesitate!"
It was obvious from the expression on his face that Web was now completely confused. Berry wondered, for an instant, how a man so very intelligent could also be so obtuse.
But she only wondered for an instant. Berry had her own memories of what life was like, when you were one of the universe's unwanted and despised. There were certain inevitable results, one of which was a very stripped-down moral code and precious little in the way of "fine sentiments."
"He's not a 'murderer,' Ruth," she said softly. "That's neither fair nor accurate, and you know it as well as I do."
"He could have stopped them! The lousy bastard!"
Berry said nothing. First, because there was nothing to say-Cachat could have prevented the horrendous loss of life. Most of it, anyway. He could have certainly given enough warning to keep the Queen's Own from dying.
But, mostly, she said nothing because she knew that wasn't what was really upsetting Ruth. The princess would weep over her dead, to be sure, and find a clean anger at the man who had allowed it to happen. But that wasn't what had left her so completely shaken. It was the fact that, with no hesitation, she had allied herself with Cachat afterward.
Berry saw Web's face clear up. Finally, he understood.
"Oh."
Yeah, Web, she thought sourly. "Oh." Ruth may have her mother's genes, but she's been a princess all her life. How did you THINK she'd react, when it finally caught up with her?
"Oh," Web repeated. He rubbed a hand over his short hair, sighing. "Ruth…"
The princess raised bleary eyes toward him. Du Havel sighed again, more heavily. He gave Berry a glance of appeal, but Berry just shook her head. Let Du Havel handle this part of it. Berry's job, for the moment, was just to provide comfort.
"I really wouldn't beat myself too hard," Web said softly. "Given where you're coming from, Ruth, it's to your credit you're having this emotional reaction now. But it's also to your credit-at least from where I'm coming from, anyway-that you had the initial one. Right when it all happened."
Now Ruth was the one confused. "Huh?"
Web's normally kind face was set in hard lines. "Look, Princess, I'll be blunt. I understand someone like Victor Cachat a lot better than you do. I had nothing at all against Lieutenant Griggs and his detachment-in fact, I was rather fond of Sergeant Hofschulte myself-but I had nothing for them, either."
He gave Berry another glance. "It's Berry's father's attitude toward the Crown. He doesn't blame the Queen of Manticore for the stupid things her ministers do in her name, but neither he nor Cathy Montaigne give her any credit for them, either."
Ruth wiped tears from her eyes and raised her head from Berry's shoulder. Berry was almost amused, really. It was in the nature of Ruth Winton that any kind of challenge would get an immediate rise from her. Emotions, be damned-you can wait!
"Explain that," the princess commanded, almost snapping the words. "I heard Captain Zilwicki say the same thing to Berry the day we met, but I don't understand its bearing on what you're saying!"
Web shrugged. "Why am I, or Victor Cachat, supposed to place the life of a Manticoran soldier-or the life of a wealthy Erewhonese tourist-above the life of a slave?"
His face was now hard as stone. "And why, for that matter, should you?Do keep in mind that Lieutenant Griggs-and Sergeants Hofschulte and Bulanchik-were at least given the right to volunteer for their potentially dangerous assignment. Ask any of Manpower's slaves-like the thousands and thousands on Congo, whose work is almost guaranteedto take their lives within a few years-if anyone ever gave them that right." He nodded toward Berry. "Or ask her if, when she was born, anybody ever asked her to volunteer for a life in Terra's warrens. Or ask your mother if anyone ever asked her to volunteer for a life as a Masadan female chattel."
He snorted derisively. "God, I love the 'fine morality' of the wealthy and powerful. You'll spill tears over your own, in a heartbeat. And then never even look twice at people below you, whose lives are ground under every day, day after day, year after year. Such are beneath your contempt, aren't they?"
Ruth jerked herself out of Berry's embrace and sat up straight, wiping away the last of the tears with a quick, angry hand. "That's not fair, Web!"
Du Havel gave her a level gaze. "No, as a matter, it's not fair-applied to you. Very unfair, as a matter of fact. And I know that's true because of the way you reacted immediately, once you understood that Cachat was up to something."
Ruth stared at him. Web's stony face suddenly creased into a little smile. "Do keep that in mind, Princess of Manticore. The very same behavior that now has you flagellating yourself for being a 'traitor' is, in fact, the behavior that makes a former slave of Manpower find himself inclined to trust a princess. And it's not often I feel that way, I can assure you. I normally trust people in high places about as much as I'd trust a serpent. On that subject-slaves have long and bitter memories-I'm really not much different from Jeremy X, when you get right down to it."
Ruth turned her head and stared at Berry. Berry smiled, and shrugged.
"What he said. And, when you get a chance, I really think you and your mother should have a talk about it."
Ruth's lips quirked. "My mother. Is that the same one my father's been known to refer to as the one member of the dynasty, in some five hundred years, who could teach the House of Winton what 'cold-blooded' really means?"
"Yup. Your mother, the murderess."
"Pirate too, I believe," said Du Havel cheerily.
Ruth looked back and forth from Web to Berry. "I still don't feel good about it. And Cachat's still a bastard."