"And youll support me after the initial operation?" she pressed. "What happens then is going to be even more important than the preliminary opif were going to get off-planet, at any rateand no one can command this kind of campaign by committee." She paused a moment, then went on deliberately. "And theres another consideration, as well. I fully realize that you and thousands of other people on this planet will have your own ideas about what to do with the Peeps, and how. But if were going to carry through to a conclusion that actually gives us a chance to get off Hell, our command structure will have to hold all the way through... including the domestic side."
"Then we may have a problem," Ramirez said flatly. "Because youre right. Those of us who have spent years on Hell do have scores to settle with the garrison. If youre saying youll try to prevent that from happening"
"I didnt say that," Honor replied. "Captain Bensons given me some idea of how badly the Peeps have abused their prisoners, and Ive had a little experience of the same sort myself, even before the Peeps grabbed me. But the fact that theyve seen fit to violate the Deneb Accords doesnt absolve me, as a Manticoran officer, from my legal obligation to observe them. I almost forgot that once. And even though I felt thenand feel nowthat I was completely justified on a personal level, it would have been a violation of my oath as an officer. Im not going to let it happen again, Commodore Ramirez. Not on my watch."
"Then you are " Ramirez began, but Honor interrupted.
"Let me finish, Commodore!" she said sharply, and he paused. "As I say, I must observe the Deneb Accords, but if I recall correctly, the Accords make specific provision for the punishment of those who violate them so long as due process is observed. I realize that most legal authorities interpret that as meaning that those accused of violations should be tried in civilian courts following the end of hostilities. We, however, find ourselves in a wartime situation... and I feel quite sure there are sufficient officers on Hell, drawn from any number of military organizations, for us to empanel a proper court-martial."
"Court-martial?" Ramirez repeated, and she nodded.
"Exactly. Please understand that any court empaneled under my authority will be just that: a court in which all the legal proprieties, including the rights of the accused, will be properly safeguarded. And assuming that guilty verdicts are returned, the sentences handed down will be those properly provided for in the relevant law codes. We will act as civilized human beings, and we will punish wrongdoing, not simply compound it with barbarisms of our own."
"I see. And those are your only terms?" Ramirez asked.
"They are, Sir," she said unflinchingly.
"Good," he replied quietly, and her eyebrows rose. "A fair and legal trial is more than any of us ever really hoped these people would face," he explained, as if he could see her surprise despite the darkness. "We thought no one would ever speak for us, ever call them to account for all the people theyve raped and murdered on this godforsaken piece of hell. You give us the chance to do that, Commodore Harrington, and itll be worth it even if we never get off this planet and StateSec comes back and kills us all later. But assuming we all live through this, I want to be able to look into the mirror ten years from now and like the man I see looking back out of it at me, and if you let me do what I want to do to these motherless bastards, I wouldnt."
Honor let out a long, slow breath of relief, for the feel of his emotions matched his words. He truly meant them.
"And will the other people on Hell share your opinion?" she asked after a moment.
"Probably not all of them," he admitted. "But if you pull this off, youll have the moral authority to keep them in line, I think. And if you dont have that," his tone turned bleaker, but he continued unflinchingly, "youll still have all the guns and the only way off the planet. I dont think enough of us will want to buck that combination just to lynch Black Legs, however much we hate them."
"I see. In that case, may I assume that youre in, Commodore Ramirez?"
"You may, Commodore Harrington." A hand the size of a small shovel came out of the darkness, and she gripped it firmly, feeling the strength in it even as she savored the determination and sincerity behind it.
Book Three
Chapter Fifteen
"Thank you for coming, Citizen Admiral. And you, too, Citizen Commissioner."
"Youre welcome, Citizen Secretary," Citizen Admiral Javier Giscard said, exactly as if hed had any choice about accepting an "invitation" from the Republics Secretary of War. Eloise Pritchart, his dark-skinned, platinum-haired Peoples Commissioner, limited herself to a silent nod. As the Committee of Public Safetys personal representative ("spy" would have been much too rudeand accuratea term) on Giscards staff, she was technically outside the military chain of command and reported directly to Oscar Saint-Just and State Security rather than to Esther McQueen. But McQueens star was clearly in the ascendantfor now, at least. Pritchart knew that as well as everyone else did, just as she knew McQueens reputation for pushing the limits of her personal authority, and her topaz-colored eyes were wary.
McQueen noted that wariness with interest as she waved her guests into chairs facing her desk and very carefully did not look at her own StateSec watchdog. Erasmus Fontein had been her political keeper almost since the Harris Assassination, and shed come to realize in the last twelve months that he was infinitely more capableand dangerousthan his apparently befuddled exterior suggested. Shed never really underestimated him, but
No, that wasnt true. Shed always known he had to be at least some better than he chose to appear, but she had underestimated the extent to which that was true. Only the fact that she made it a habit to always assume the worst and double and triple-safe her lines of communication had kept that underestimation from proving fatal, too. Well, that and the fact that she truly was the best the Peoples Republic had at her job. Then again, Fontein had discovered that she was more dangerous than hed expected, so she supposed honors were about even. And it said a lot for Saint-Justs faith in the man that he hadnt replaced Fontein when the scope of his underestimation became evident.
Of course, if Fontein had recommended I be purged before that business with the Levelers, then there wouldnt be a Committee of Public Safety right now. I wonder how the decision was made? Did he get points for not thinking I was dangerous when I proved my "loyalty" to the Committee? Or for supporting me when I moved against LaBoeufs lunatics? Or maybe it was just a wash?
She laughed silently. Maybe it was merely a matter of their sticking her with the person they figured knew her moves best on the assumption that having been fooled once, he would be harder to fool a second time. Not that it really mattered. She had plans for Citizen Commissioner Fontein when the time came... just as she was certain he had plans for her if she tipped her hand too soon.
Well, if the game were simple, anyone could play, and think how crowded that would get!
"The reason I asked you here, Citizen Admiral," she said once her guests were seated, "is to discuss a new operation with you. One I believe has the potential to exercise a major impact on the war."
She paused, eyes on Giscard to exclude Pritchart and Fontein. It was part of the game to pretend admirals were still fleet commanders, even though everyone knew command was actually exercised by committee these days. Of course, that was one of the things McQueen intended to change. But Giscard couldnt know that, now could he? And even if he did, he might not believe she could pull it off.