And Kelly might resent Vonderheydte’s promotion. She might believe he owed her some special consideration on account of their having been to bed, for sentimental reasons or on account of ambition or…
Things had changed so much. When he and Kelly had their recreational, they were outlaws on the run from pursuing annihilation. Now he was a captain and she was his most junior officer.
Martinez’s mind was spinning through all these considerations when he realized who he should have been considering all along. He summoned Alikhan to his cabin and offered him the lieutenancy.
“I’m retired, my lord,” Alikhan pointed out. “I’m a thirty-year man. I’m only acting as your orderly to earn some extra money, and for something to do.”
“My guess is that any retired holejumper without a disability is being called back to the service. So it’s not a question of whether or not to serve, but where and at what rank. If you take the lieutenancy, you can really whipCorona into shape, and when you decide to retire once and for all, you’ll be at a higher pay grade.”
For a moment, Alikhan seemed to consider the offer, but then he shook his head. “With all respect, Lord Elcap, I can’t see myself at a wardroom table with all those young officers. I wouldn’t be comfortable, and neither would they.”
“Coronaalso needs a master weaponer.”
“No, my lord.” Alikhan spoke more firmly this time. “I spent thirty years in the weapons bays. I’mretired. ”
“Well,” Martinez rose, “I hope at least you’ll be staying on in your present capacity.”
“Of course, Lord Elcap.” A ghost of a smile passed beneath Alikhan’s mustachios. “What would I do without my hobbies?”
Martinez, uncertain what to make of being Alikhan’s hobby, next offered the lieutenancy to Maheshwari, but the engineer turned down the offer with even less consideration than Alikhan. “Officers have to put up with too much crap,” he said, his even white teeth biting decisively on the last word.
Which left Martinez with Vonderheydte, assuming of course he was going to promote anyone at all. He called the cadet into his cabin for a talk about Vonderheydte’s expectations and abilities. Vonderheydte was expecting to take his exams in the near future, exigencies of the service permitting, and until the rebellion had been studying the subjects in which he was weak. Since then he’d been too busy.
“Do you think there will be exams at all, my lord?” he asked.
“I don’t know. But perhaps we’d better assume there will be.”
Martinez offered to help Vonderheydte set up a program of study and assist him in any subject in which he felt weak, then dismissed him without having made up his mind about the promotion. Instead he summoned Kelly for much the same conversation, and suggested that she and Vonderheydte try to find time to study together.
Her blinding grin flashed out. “When? We’re standing watches back-to-back.”
“That’s true,” Martinez admitted, and added, “I’ll help when I can.” He hesitated, then said, “It’s unfortunate that with so many vacancies, I can’t promote you to sublieutenant, but you just don’t have enough experience.”
“Oh well.” She shrugged. “Too bad the rebels didn’t wait another year.” She looked up at him. “Are you thinking of giving Vonderheydte a step?”
“I’m not sure I know him well enough. What’s your opinion?” She’d been aboardCorona since her graduation, and she knew Vonderheydte better than he did.
“Von would make a good lieutenant,” she said. “He’s conscientious enough, and he admires you.”
“Does he?” Martinez felt vanity give a little jerk to his head. Then he thought about Vonderheydte’s two ex-wives, and said, “Do you know anything about his personal life? His marriages?”
“More than one?” Kelly was surprised. “He only talks about the latest, I guess.” She began to speak, then hesitated. “I’d rather not repeat anything he told me in confidence,” she said.
“I wouldn’t ask you to break a trust,” Martinez said. “But nothing he’s told you would mitigate against his promotion?”
She seemed relieved not to be pressed on the matter. “No, Lord Elcap,” she said.
“Right,” Martinez said. “Thank you.” And before he could think too much about it, he added, “We should probably talk. About the recreational we had some days ago.”
She smiled with her lips pressed together, as if to herself. “I was wondering if you were—well, go ahead.”
“If I was what?”
Kelly shook her head. “You start, my lord.”
He looked at her. “Well,” he said, “you want to do it again?”
This time the grin burst out, along with the incredulous bark of a laugh he’d heard when he asked her the first time. Then she composed her face into a solemn expression. “Well, Lord Elcap,” she said. “As I think I’ve mentioned, I have a guy on Zanshaa. And we’re getting closer to him.”
“We are.”
“And you’re the captain now, and…” She bit her lip. “That’s different, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
There was a space of silence. “Believe me, I’m tempted,” she said. “But we’d better not.”
Wounded vainglory warred in Martinez’s heart with relief. He preferred to think himself irresistible, and disliked evidence to the contrary. He enjoyed Kelly, but having a lover on board was likely to be more complication than he really wanted. “You win on maturity points, I think,” he said.
Displays great maturity,Martinez wrote later in her file. Exercising his powers of patronage for the first time, he also sent a recommendation to the Fleet that Kelly be decorated for coolness and gallantry in shooting down incoming missiles, and suggested the Award of Valor.
He still made no decision about the lieutenancy. Caroline Sula hovered in his thoughts. She needed promotion and a patron in the service, and her record was exemplary.
But it was hard to promote someone who wouldn’t talk to you. He considered sending her the offer, but dreaded her refusal or, worse, her silence.
Eventually the Fleet forced his hand. He received word that they had assigned him a full complement, mainly old hardshells called out of retirement and new drafts fresh from the training schools, most of whom had not yet actually graduated. All were assembling now at Zanshaa and would come aboard as soon as he docked. Martinez knew nothing of two of the three lieutenants assigned to him, but he knew the third, Sibbaldo, with whom he had served as a cadet. He knew him to be a friendless, sarcastic, bullying man, ignorant of his duties and with a talent for making mistakes and then successfully laying the blame on others.
Martinez sent word to the Fleet that he had just promoted Cadet Vonderheydte into a lieutenancy, and though he would be happy to accept his new first and second officers, he regretted that he would have no place for Lieutenant Sibbaldo. Then he walked to Command to inform Vonderheydte of his new status.
That afternoon it was Vonderheydte who had to make a speech. Martinez enjoyed it immensely. He didn’t open the spirit locker, but it turned out not to matter.
“I believe Zhou and Ahmet are operating a still, my lord.” Alikhan’s report came the next morning, as he was folding Martinez’s linen. “They’re buying scraps and leftovers from the cooks and fermenting them.”
“Using the profits from their dice game.” Martinez had already been told about that venture.
“No doubt, my lord.”
“I wonder when they sleep.”
Martinez consideredCorona’s troublemakers for a moment. “Unless drunkenness becomes a problem, I’d suggest we don’t find the still till near the end of the voyage. Then we mete out punishments and fines with a heavy hand, and the dice game’s profits become part of the recreation fund.”