“No, I can’t do that. I won’t,” he told her. “But that doesn’t mean that I can’t hurt Pierre, because that I can do, and with a clear conscience. I’m afraid your military intelligence people won’t get much out of me, Admiral Harrington—even assuming that anything I once knew is still current—but if you can get me into the Solarian League, I think you’ll find it worth your while.”

“The League?” Honor’s surprise showed in her voice, and he chuckled.

“There are quite a few other people here on Hell who’d be delighted to go with me, I’m sure,” he said. “For that matter, there are probably some who can and will offer their direct services to your Alliance. I’d be a bit cautious about accepting them, if I were you—it’s never an easy thing to change allegiances. Not for the ones you want on your side in the first place, at least! But those of us who can’t do that can still seek asylum in the League. They’ve got all those wonderful laws covering displaced persons and political refugees, and I rather suspect the newsies will swarm all over us when we ‘come back from the dead.’ ”

He smiled mirthlessly at Ramirez’s soft sound of sudden understanding and nodded to the towering San Martino.

“I imagine the very fact that StateSec proclaimed that we were dead will go some way towards undermining the regime’s credibility,” he said, “and if there is any supporting evidence in the archives here and you’d be kind enough to let us have copies of it, we’ll see to it that it gets into the right hands. From a few things I’ve heard from more recent additions to the population here on Hell, the Sollies have been funneling technology to the Republic for some time now. I’d think a shift in public opinion back home might, ah, adversely impact that practice. And even if it doesn’t, news from the League manages to trickle into the Republic despite all Public Information can do. When word of who really murdered the old government gets out, it should help undermine the Committee, I imagine.”

“You may be hoping for too much, Sir,” Caslet told him soberly. Parnell looked a question at him, and he shrugged.

“There are three kinds of people who support the Committee now, Sir: those who truly believe in its official platform; those who want to prop it up just long enough to replace it with their own idea of the ‘right’ system… and those too terrified to do anything else. The only ones who would even care about something that happened eight T-years ago are the first group, and not even they are likely to do anything about it, I’m afraid. They can’t—not without throwing away the very reforms they want, and certainly not in the middle of a war like this one’s become.”

“You may be right, Commander,” Parnell said after a moment in tones of considerable respect, “but I still have to try. In a sense, I’m just as trapped as anybody still in the Navy is. I have to do this, even if it’s not going to do any good at all. It’s both the most and the least that I can do.”