“And that, Citizen Admiral Giscard,” she said to him, “is where you come in. We do, indeed, intend to reinforce Barnett, and I have every confidence that Citizen Admiral Theisman will make the most effective possible use of the forces we send him. But I have no intention of simply holding what we already have until the Manties catch their breath and decide where they’re going to hit us next. We still have the numerical advantage in hulls and tonnage—not by anywhere near as much as we did at the start of the war, of course, but we still have it, and I intend to make use of it.

“One reason the Manties have been able to beat up on us so far has been a fundamental flaw in our own strategy. For whatever reason—” even now she did not look at Fontein, Giscard noticed “—our approach has been to try to hold everything, to be strong everywhere, with the result that we’ve been unable to stop the Manties cold anywhere. We have to take some risks, uncover some less vital areas, to free up the strength we need to take the offensive to them for a change, and that’s precisely what I propose to do.”

Whoa! Giscard thought. “Uncover less vital areas”? She knows as well as I do that what we’ve really been covering some of those “less vital areas” against has been domestic unrest. Is she saying she’s talked the Committee into—?

“We will be amassing a strike force and organizing a new fleet,” she went on levelly, confirming that she had talked the Committee into it. “Its wall of battle will be composed primarily of battleships withdrawn from picket duties in less vulnerable, less exposed, and frankly, less valuable areas. We do not make those withdrawals lightly, and it will be imperative that, having made them, we use the forces thus freed up effectively. That will be your job, Citizen Admiral.”

“I see, Ma’am,” he said, and the calmness of his own voice surprised him. She was offering him the chance of a lifetime, the opportunity to command a powerful force at a potentially decisive point in the war, and patriotism, professionalism, and ambition of his own churned within him at the thought. Yet she was also offering him the chance to fail, and if he did fail, no power in the universe could save him from the people who currently ran the People’s Republic of Haven.

“I believe you do, Citizen Admiral,” she said softly, still smiling that smile while her green eyes bored into his as if she could actually see the brain behind them. “We’ll give you every possible support from this end. You—and, of course, Citizen Commissioner Pritchart,” she added, with a nod at the people’s commissioner “—will have as close to a free hand in picking your staff and subordinate flag officers as we can possibly give you. Citizen Admiral Bukato and his staff will work with you to plan and coordinate your operations so as to allow the rest of the Fleet to give you the highest possible degree of support. But it will be your operation, Citizen Admiral. You will be responsible for driving it through to a successful conclusion.”