“An excellent idea, Alistair,” Honor agreed, nodding firmly. “But you said there were two possibilities?”

“Yes.” He scratched his eyebrow again. “The second thing that occurred to me is that, under normal circumstances, even the escapees would have as much reason as we do to keep the farms intact—more, actually, since we have control of all the storage facilities. But for all of us, these farms are the only source of food on the planet.”

He paused, and Honor nodded to show she was following him.

“Well, if they know someone will be along within, say, three to five T-months, they might just decide to take a stab at destroying the crops anyway. Think about it. If they took out all of the food supplies, we’d almost have to surrender ourselves to the first Peep ship to come along or starve right along with them.”

“That, Alistair, is a very ugly thought,” Honor said quietly.

“Agreed,” Caslet put in. “And I think it’s something we should certainly take seriously. At the same time, I’d have to say I don’t think it’s likely.” Both Manticorans looked at him, and he chuckled humorlessly. “These are StateSec personnel. I know I just argued that some of them might surprise you with their dedication, but that would be acting as individuals. I still don’t see them taking serious chances as a group, and any move to destroy their own food supplies along with ours would be a very serious risk indeed. Even if someone out there knows the schedule for the next dozen ship arrivals, they can’t be certain it will be kept. And even if it is kept, they have to know there’s at least a strong possibility that the ships in question would be either captured or destroyed once they came into range of the orbital defenses, given that you now control them. Besides, I doubt very much that any of them know Proxmire’s courier boat was destroyed. They have to allow for the probability that you got it, too, since they obviously know by now that you had at least two assault shuttles. That being the case, for all they know you’ve already sent for a relief force… and if you have, they certainly know what they’d do in your place.”

“And what would that be?” McKeon asked when he paused.

“Sail away and leave them here,” Caslet said simply. “In your place, they wouldn’t worry about anyone but themselves—probably not even the other POWs on the planet. They’d climb aboard the first ship to turn up and run for home just as fast as they could… and they might just take out the farms themselves before they left, in hopes that you’d starve to death before anyone else turned up to rescue you.”

“You may be right,” Honor said after a moment. “In fact, you probably are. Nonetheless, we can’t afford to take any chances. Alistair, speak with Harriet and Henri about it. Have them work out some sort of guard schedule—they can use pinnaces and even some of our armored vehicles if they want to—to ensure that no one gets a chance to wreck any of the farm operations. And get your low-level recon flights organized soonest, as well. Put… Solomon and Gerry in charge of that. And get Sarah involved, too. Let’s keep her and Gerry too busy to beat up on themselves.”