“Allowing for a little exaggeration in the telling, I’d say yes,” Honor replied even more cautiously. It had never occurred to her that anyone on this planet had ever heard of her, and she was unprepared for the fierce, exultant enthusiasm her name seemed to have waked within the stern-faced blonde. “I wasn’t in command at Hancock—I was Admiral Sarnow’s flag captain—and I had a lot of help dealing with the battlecruiser. And Nimitz isn’t my ‘pet.’ But, yes. I think I’m the one you’re talking about.”

“Damn,” the woman whispered. “Damn! I sure as hell knew he wasn’t from any evolutionary line on this planet!” But then her exultation faded, and her face turned cold and bitter. “So the bastards got you, too,” she half-snarled.

“Yes, and no,” Honor replied. “As you may have noticed, we’re a little better equipped than you people seem to be.” LaFollet had joined her while she and the other woman were speaking, and she handed him Nimitz and then took the lashed-together spears from him. She weighed them in her hand a moment, then passed them back to her armsman and tapped the butt of her holstered pulser, but she was unprepared for the other woman’s reaction.

“Oh my God, you hit one of them, did you?” she demanded in a tone of raw horror.

“ ’Hit one of them’?” Honor repeated.

“Hit one of the supply shuttles,” the other woman said harshly, and the horror in her face—and emotions—had turned accusing.

“No, we haven’t hit one of the supply shuttles,” Honor replied.

“Oh, sure,” the blonde said. “You found the guns growing wild in the woods!”

“No, we took these from the Peeps,” Honor told her calmly. “But we took them before we ever hit atmosphere.” Both newcomers were staring at her now, as if at a lunatic, and the living side of her mouth smiled grimly. “Did either of you happen to see a rather large explosion up there about five T-months ago?” she asked, and jerked her thumb at the sky, invisible beyond the tree branches.

“Yeah,” the blonde said very slowly, drawing the word out, and her eyes were narrow again. “Matter of fact, we saw quite a few of ’em. Why?”

“Because that was us arriving,” Honor said dryly. LaFollet shifted beside her, and she felt his unhappiness. He didn’t want her telling these strangers so much about them so quickly, but Honor only touched him on the shoulder. He stilled his fidgeting, and she gave him a brief smile. Unless she decided that she could trust these two—fully—then they would be returning to the hidden shuttles with her and her companions, at gunpoint if necessary. But for now, she had to convince them she was telling the truth, because if she didn’t, they would never trust her, which meant she would never be able to trust them.

“You?” the woman asked, brow furrowing in disbelief, and she nodded.

“Us. The Peeps captured us in the Adler System and turned us over to StateSec to ship out here. Their plans included hanging me on arrival, but some of my people had… other ideas.”