Pierre sat there for a moment, gazing at his security chief with a contemplative expression, then shook his head.

“I’m glad I have you to run StateSec, Oscar. I’d start foaming at the mouth if I had to spend much time concentrating on that kind of triple-think. Are you honestly telling me that you think Lester Tourville is going to take his task force over to the Manties or something like that?”

“Of course not,” Saint-Just said with another of those unusual chuckles. “But it’s my job, as you just pointed out, to think about the possibilities and then try to disaster-proof our position against them as much as possible. The odds are that Tourville is actually another Theisman. More extroverted and, um, colorful, but essentially nonpolitical and more concerned with getting the job done than he is with personal power. Mind you, I suspect he’s even less fond of the Committee right now than I think Theisman is, and, frankly, with better reason. I’ll want to keep a close eye on both of them, but we need them both against the Manties, and I know it.”

“Well that’s a relief!” Pierre said.

“I’m sure,” Saint-Just agreed, but then he leaned back and gave the Chairman another sharp glance. “And now that I’ve aired my concerns about that, I want to ask you one more time if you’re determined to carry through with the devaluation and the BLS cuts.”

“I am,” Pierre said flatly. Saint-Just started to open his mouth, but the Chairman went on before he could. “I realize it’s a risk, but we’ve got to put our economic house into some kind of order. That’s every bit as important as straightening out the purely military side of the war—and, damn it, it’s the reason I went after this stinking job in the first place!”

Saint-Just blinked at the sudden passion in Pierre’s voice. The SS chief knew, probably better than anyone else in the universe, how the inability to deal with the PRH’s economic woes had eaten at Rob Pierre. And truth to tell, it was the probability of a Republic-wide financial collapse which had brought Saint-Just over to Pierre’s side in the first place. As Oscar Saint-Just saw it, his real job was to preserve the power and stability of the state, as the source of authority which held the People’s Republic together. In sober fact, he cared less about who exercised that authority than that it be exercised well, and the Legislaturalists had failed that critical test.

Yet Pierre’s determination to tackle the economy now worried him. Too many things would be happening at once, creating too many potential flare-ups of the spontaneous combustion variety. And that was the hardest kind of trouble for a security officer to prepare against, because by the very nature of things, he seldom saw it coming before the flames actually burst out.

“I realize we have to deal with the fundamental problems eventually,” he said now, his tone ever so slightly cautious. “I just have to wonder if this is the best time. We’re already engaged in one experiment with McQueen and the War Office, after all.”