“Agreed, agreed!” Cromarty waved one hand, urging Alexander to lower his steadily rising volume, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer looked around quickly. His expression was a trifle abashed, but the anger in his blue eyes burned as brightly as ever. And he was right, Cromarty thought. Neither INS nor Reuters ever called the Peeps on their censorship… or, for that matter, on obviously staged “news events.” But that was because they’d seen what happened when United Faxes Intragalactic insisted on noting that reports from the People’s Republic were routinely censored. Eleven UFI staffers had been arrested for “espionage against the People,” deported, and permanently barred from ever again entering Havenite space, and all of their reporters had been expelled from the core worlds of the Republic. Now they had to make do with secondary feeds and independent stringers’ reports relayed through their remaining offices in the Havenite hinterland, and everyone knew the real reason for that. But no one had dared report it lest they find themselves equally excluded from one of the galaxy’s hottest news zones.

The Star Kingdom had protested the conspiracy of silence, of course. In fact, Cromarty himself had argued vehemently with the Reuters and INS bureau chiefs in the Star Kingdom, but without effect. The bureau heads insisted that there was no need to inform viewers of censorship or staged news. The public was smart enough to recognize a put-up job when it saw one, and standing on principle over the issue would simply get them evicted from the Republic as well. Which, they pointed out somberly, would leave only Public Information’s version of events there, with no independent reporting at all to keep its propaganda in check. Personally, Cromarty thought their highly principled argument in favor of “independent reporting,” like their supposed faith in the discrimination of their viewers, was no more than a smokescreen for the all important ratings struggle, but what he thought didn’t matter. Unless the Star Kingdom and the Manticoran Alliance wanted to try some equally heavy-handed version of “information management”—which their own news establishment would never tolerate—he had no way to retaliate. And nothing short of some sort of retaliation was going to grow the Solarian League’s newsies a backbone.

“At least they’re giving the funeral equal coverage,” the Duke said after a moment. “That has to count for something—even with Sollies!”

“For about three days, maybe,” Alexander agreed with another, scarcely less bitter snort. “Then something else will come along to chase it out of their public’s infinitesimal attention span, and we’ll be right back to the damage those gutless wonders are inflicting on us.”

Cromarty felt a genuine flicker of alarm. He’d known the Alexander brothers since childhood, and he’d had more exposure to the famous Alexander temper than he might have wished. Yet this sort of frustrated, barely suppressed fury was most unlike William.

“I think you may be overreacting, Willie,” the Duke said after a moment. Alexander eyed him grimly, and he went on, choosing his words with care. “Certainly we have legitimate reason to feel the Solarian news services are letting themselves be used by the Peeps, but I suspect their bureau chiefs are right, at least to an extent. Most Sollies probably do realize the Peeps often lie and take reports from the PRH with a largish grain of salt.”