“Lieutenant Esmay Suiza.” She stood, came forward as directed, and listened as Admiral Foxworth read the citation. She waited for him to pick up the ribbon his aide held on a tray, but instead he raised one bushy gray eyebrow. “You know, Lieutenant, I’ve seen the summary of the Board of Inquiry.” Esmay waited, and when the silence lengthened wondered if she was supposed to answer that. Finally he went on. “The final paragraph specifically notes that you are not to be in command of any combat vessel until such time as you have demonstrated competence in relevant training exercises. Yet I find that your citation says you took command of the vessel Antberd’s Axe which subsequently engaged enemy vessels in a hostile encounter. Your commander praises your initiative, when I would think he should condemn your blatant disregard of the findings of that Board of Inquiry.” He looked at her, his face now blank of all expression. “Do you have anything to say, Lieutenant?”
All the things she wanted to say, and must not, tangled in her mouth. What was right? What was safe? What was . . . true? Finally she said, “Well, sir, my recollection is that the Board said I should not command any R.S.S. combat vessels until further training . . . it didn’t say anything about Bloodhorde ships.”
A long moment of utter silence, during which Esmay had ample time to regret her boldness and consider the power of angry admirals. Maybe she had overmounted herself, maybe the fence was too high. Then a slow grin creased his face and he looked past her to the rest of the assembly. “And she can think on her feet,” he said. The crowd roared; Esmay felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. The admiral picked up the decoration and pinned it on. “Congratulations, Lieutenant Suiza.”
On the far side of the fence, the ground was still there; she would survive this time, and she would keep riding forward. Coming back to her seat, she caught Barin’s eye; he was sparkling all over with delight in her, and she indulged herself with a moment’s fantasy . . . Suiza and Serrano. Yes. Oh, my, yes.