“Sir— Admiral Parnell,” Caslet began. He stopped again and closed his eyes, sitting unmoving for several seconds before he could open them again. “We all thought you were dead, Sir,” he said finally, his voice hoarse. “You and Admiral Rollins, and Admiral Horner—Vice Admiral Clairmont, Admiral Trevellyn… It all happened so fast, Sir! One day everything was fine, and then the President and the entire Government were gone, and we were already at war with Manticore, and—” He stopped again, breathing hard, and gazed straight into Parnell’s face. “I’m sorry, Sir,” he said very softly. “We shouldn’t have let it happen, but there was no time, no—”

“Stop, Commander,” Parnell said, and this time his voice was almost gentle. “You were too junior to keep it from happening. That was my job, and I’m the one who blew it, not you. And don’t shed too many tears for the old regime,” he went on. “I do, of course—on a personal level, at least. To the best of my knowledge, not a single member of my family survived the purges. I could be wrong. I hope I am. But if any of them lived, they did it by going so far underground that StateSec couldn’t find them, and the chance of pulling that off—” He shrugged.

“But the old regime was rotten, too,” he went on after a moment. “If it hadn’t been, Pierre couldn’t have pulled this off. Hell, Commander—all of us at the top knew the system was breaking down! We just didn’t know how to fix it, and so we let the rot spread further and further, and in the end, Pierre dragged us all down for the kill. But we knew exactly what we were doing when we sent you and people like you out to conquer other star systems. Don’t you ever think for a moment that we didn’t. And to be honest about it, I don’t really regret it now.” He smiled faintly as Ramirez tightened angrily in his chair. “It was the only way out for us,” he said, half-apologetically, “the only game we knew, and I’d be lying if I said we didn’t take a certain pride in playing it as well as we possibly could.”

Ramirez clamped his jaw hard but said nothing. Silence hovered in the office for several moments, and then McKeon leaned back and crossed his legs.

“Forgive me, Admiral Parnell,” he said, “but you said that killing Tresca was the second thing on your list.” Parnell regarded him with a faint, grim gleam of amusement and nodded. “In that case, would you mind telling us what the first one was?”

“I wouldn’t mind at all, Commodore,” Parnell said politely. “In fact, this is probably as good a starting place as any. You see, killing Tresca was a purely selfish ambition, something just for me; that’s why it was number two on the list. But number one was telling the rest of the galaxy what Tresca told me the day he murdered Russ Perot and smashed my hand to splinters.”