“I hadn’t thought of that,” Cromarty said, rubbing one eyebrow wearily, and Alexander snorted softly.

“It’s not like you haven’t had a few other things on your mind.”

“True. Too damned true, unfortunately.” Cromarty sighed again. “What have you heard from Hamish about his take on the Graysons’ mood? I don’t mind telling you that their ambassador scared the hell out of me when he delivered their official condolences, and the Protector’s personal message to the Queen could’ve been processed for laser heads. I was distinctly glad that I wasn’t a Peep after I viewed it!”

“I’m not surprised a bit.” Alexander glanced around again, reassuring himself that no one was in a position to overhear, then looked at Cromarty. “That bastard Boardman played his ’no retaliation’ card too damned well for my taste,” he growled with profound disgust. “Even the neutrals who are usually most revolted by the Peeps’ actions expect us, as the ‘good guys,’ to refrain from any kind of reprisals. But from what Hamish says, the entire Grayson Space Navy is all set to provide as much grist for the Peep propaganda mill as Ransom and her bunch could possibly hope for.”

“Hamish thinks they’d actually abuse prisoners of war?” Cromarty sounded genuinely shocked, despite his own earlier words, for such behavior would be completely at odds with Grayson’s normal codes of conduct.

“No, he doesn’t expect them to ‘abuse’ their prisoners,” Alexander said grimly. “He’s afraid they’ll simply refuse to take any after this.” Cromarty’s eyebrows rose, and Alexander laughed mirthlessly. “Our entire population has come together, at least temporarily, because the Peeps murdered one of our finest naval officers, Allen. But Harrington wasn’t just an officer, however outstanding, to the Graysons. She was some kind of living icon for them… and they aren’t taking it very calmly.”

“But if we get into some sort of vicious circle of reprisal and counter-reprisal, the situation will play right into the Peeps’ hands!”

“Of course it will. Hell, Allen, half the newsies in the Solarian League are already mouthpieces for the Peeps! Pierre’s official line on domestic policy is much more palatable to the Solly establishment than a monarchy is. Never mind that we’ve got a participating democracy, as well, and the Peeps don’t. Or that the official Peep line bears about as much resemblance to reality as I do to an HD heart-throb! They’re a ‘republic,’ and we’re a ’kingdom,’ and any good oatmeal-brained Solly ideologue knows ‘republics’ are good guys and ‘kingdoms’ are bad guys! Besides, INS and Reuters funnel Peep propaganda straight onto the airwaves completely uncut.”

“That’s not quite fair—” Cromarty began, but Alexander cut him off with a savage snort.

“Bushwah, to use one of Hamish’s favorite phrases! They don’t even tell their viewers the Peeps are censoring every single report coming out of Haven or any other branch of the ‘Office of Public Information,’ and you know it as well as I do! But they sure as hell scream about it whenever we do the same thing to purely military reports!”