“I realize Citizen Admiral Theisman is still a bit… old-fashioned,” Bukato said, responding to her frown, “but his record in combat is exemplary, Citizen Secretary, and the same is true of Tourville. I hope you don’t intend to let any rumors or partial reports keep you from—”

“Relax, Citizen Admiral,” McQueen said, waving a hand in the air between them, and he shut his mouth quickly. “You don’t have to sell me on Tourville or Tom Theisman—not as fleet commanders, anyway. And I have no intention of making them any sort of fall guys for what happened to Citizen Secretary Ransom. Whatever anyone else might think, I know—and I’ve seen to it that Citizen Chairman Pierre and Citizen Secretary Saint-Just know, as well—that none of what happened was their fault.” Or I think I’ve made certain of that, at any rate. Saint-Just says he’s more worried about keeping Tilly’s crew “out of the public eye until we make Cordelia’s death official,” at least. Whether he actually means it or not, though…

She studied Bukato a moment, then shrugged mentally. She was doing all she could for Tourville, and it wasn’t the very smartest thing she could discuss with Bukato. But perhaps the time had come to test the waters with him in a different way.

“I only wish I could have convinced the Committee to countermand Citizen Secretary Ransom’s plans for Harrington,” she said. “We might have avoided the entire mess if she’d been willing to let the Navy have custody of Harrington instead of dragging her off to Camp Charon to hang her!”

Bukato’s eyes widened at the genuine vitriol in the last sentence. The new Secretary of War was taking a major chance in offering a subordinate access to her inner thoughts—especially if those thoughts were critical of the Committee of Public Safety or any of its members, present or past. Of course, it could also be—in fact, it almost certainly was—a test of him as well. The problem was that he didn’t know exactly what he was being tested for. Loyalty to the Committee, which might be demonstrated by denouncing her? Or loyalty to the Navy and his service superior (assuming that those weren’t actually two quite different things), which might be demonstrated by keeping his mouth shut?

“I wasn’t privy to that decision, Citizen Secretary,” he said very slowly, choosing his words with exquisite care. Then he decided to throw out a feeler of his own. “Nonetheless, it did seem… questionable to me.”

“Not to me,” McQueen snorted. She saw a flash of anxiety in his eyes and grinned tightly. “It seemed goddamned stupid to me,” she said, “and I told Citizen Chairman Pierre and Citizen Secretary Saint-Just as much at the time.”

Surprised respect showed in Bukato’s expression, and she hid a chuckle. She hadn’t expressed herself quite that candidly to them, but she’d come close to it. If StateSec listened to the audio chips she was sure they were making, her version would be near enough to Saint-Just’s recollections (or the chips he might have made of that meeting, assuming he was sufficiently paranoid for that—and he was) to stay on the safe side of accurate. And from the look on Bukato’s face, her willingness to be candid with him on such a topic had just raised her stock with him considerably.