“Mind you, it wasn’t their idea, and I don’t think they cared for it, either,” she went on, always conscious of those hidden microphones. “But she was a member of the Committee, and she’d already dumped the story and her intention to execute Harrington into the Solly news feeds. And that whole Leveler business was barely four T-months old at the time. I don’t have to tell you how that had shaken things up, and they felt their only choice was to back her up rather than risk having the rest of the galaxy think we had potentially serious divisions at the top or invite another coup attempt from our domestic enemies. Which is also why they had Public Information fake up that whole hanging scene.”

“I have to admit, I didn’t quite understand the reasoning behind that,” Bukato said. “I hope you’ll pardon me for saying this, but it seemed gratuitous to me.”

“ ‘Gratuitous,’ ” McQueen snorted. “In some ways, that’s not a bad word for it, I suppose. And I imagine it will motivate at least some of the Manties to seek revenge. But the decision was made over at Public Information, and I’d have to say that PubIn was the proper place for it to be made. They’re in a better position to judge its effect on civilian and neutral opinion than those of us in the Navy are.”

Somehow the bitter twist of her mouth didn’t quite match her thoughtful, serious tone, and Bukato was surprised by the sparkle of laughter he felt deep inside. No doubt anyone listening to the chips would hear exactly what she wanted them to, but she did have a way of getting her actual meaning across anyway.

And I suppose there was a little rationality in faking Harrington’s execution, he thought. At least this way we don’t have to admit that—what? thirty?—POWs staging an unsuccessful jail break managed to completely destroy an entire battlecruiser all by themselves! God only knows what making that public knowledge would do to our morale, even if it was only a StateSec ship. Not to mention what the damage to StateSec’s reputation for invincibility might do the next time they got ready to suppress some poor bastards. And whether we hanged her or not, she’s still dead. We couldn’t bring her back even if we wanted to, so I guess we might as well get a little propaganda mileage out of it if we can. And assuming it was the sort of mileage we wanted in the first place. If it was.

He shook free of his thoughts and looked at the new Secretary of War again, trying to read what was going on behind those green eyes of hers. He knew her reputation, of course. Everyone did. But so far he’d seen remarkably little evidence of her famed political ambition, and she’d accomplished more to straighten out the Navy’s mess in the bare six T-months since being officially named Secretary of War than Kline had managed in over four T-years. The professional naval officer in Ivan Bukato couldn’t help admiring—and appreciating—that, yet he sensed a crossroads looming in his own future. She hadn’t just happened to come out of her shell tonight. She really was testing him, and if he let himself be drawn into a feeling of loyalty to her, the consequences could prove… unfortunate. Even fatal.