One hand rose, stroking her blond braid. At this close range, Honor could see white hairs threaded through it, though they were hard to make out against the gold, and Benson’s tanned face was older than she’d first thought. Small wonder, if she was first-generation prolong, like Hamish Alexander. Now why did I think about him at a time like this? she wondered, but it was only a passing thought, and she kept her eye fixed on Benson.

“At any rate, about—what, six years ago, Henri?” She looked at Dessouix, who nodded, then back at Honor. “About six local years ago, one of these new Black Leg bastards decided he wanted the sister. He was the flight engineer on the food run, and he ordered her onto the shuttle for the flight back to Styx.”

Honor shifted her weight, eyebrows quirked, and Benson paused, looking a question back at her.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Honor half-apologized. “But it was our understanding that no prisoners were allowed on Styx.”

“Prisoners aren’t; slaves are,” Benson said harshly. “We don’t know how many—probably not more than a couple of hundred—and I guess it’s against official policy, but that doesn’t stop them. These sick bastards think they’re gods, Commodore. They can do whatever the hell they like—anything—and they don’t see any reason why they shouldn’t. So they drag off just enough of us to do the shit work on Styx for them… and for their beds.”

“I see,” Honor said, and her voice had the frozen edge of a scalpel.

“I imagine you do,” Benson said, her mouth twisting bitterly. “Anyway, the son of a bitch ordered Amy aboard the shuttle, and she panicked. No one ever comes back from Styx, Dame Honor, so she tried to run, but he wasn’t having that. He went after her, and Adam jumped him. It was stupid, I guess, but he loved his sister, and he knew exactly what the bastard wanted her for. He even managed to deck the Peep… and that was when the pilot stepped out of the shuttle with a pulse rifle and blew him apart.”

She fell silent once more, staring down at her hands.

“I wanted to kill them all,” she said in a voice grown suddenly distant and cold. “I wanted to drag them off their frigging shuttle and rip them apart with my bare hands, and we could have done it.” She looked up at Honor with a corpse smile. “Oh, yes, it’s been done, Commodore. Twice. But the Peeps have a very simple policy. That’s why I was so upset when I thought you’d attacked one of the food runs, because if you hit one of their shuttle flights, then no more shuttles ever come to your camp. Period. They just—” her right hand flipped in a throwing away gesture “—write you off, and when the food supplies don’t come…” Her voice trailed off, and she shrugged.

“I knew that, so I knew we couldn’t storm the shuttle, however much the twisted, murdering pieces of shit deserved it. But I couldn’t just let them have Amy, either—not after Adam died for her. So when the Black Legs started after her again, I blocked them.”