“We’d better go,” he said quietly, and she turned to kiss him with fierce, quiet desperation before they stood and donned their masks once more.

“They’re going for a straight-up duel,” Citizen Captain Bogdanovich said, and shook his head.

“Why not?” Tourville replied quietly. The two of them stood gazing down into the master plot, hands clasped behind them, and the citizen vice admiral shrugged. “Thanks to Shannon, they may figure we forgot to bring any pods along, and their missiles—and point defense—have always been better than ours. In their place, I think I’d want to get to energy range as quickly as possible, but then, I do know about our pods. Even if I try to forget it, I can’t, which may be affecting my opinion.”

“No it’s not,” the chief of staff said with a wry smile. “You’d want to charge in and get it done anyway.”

“I’m not that bad,” Tourville protested. He turned to frown quellingly at Bogdanovich, but the chief of staff only grinned. “Am I?” the citizen vice admiral asked rather more plaintively, and Bogdanovich nodded.

“Oh, well. Maybe you’re right,” Tourville conceded. But maybe you aren’t, too, my friend, he added silently. I may believe in getting in and getting it done, but I’m not prepared to be stupid about it. And I didn’t just happen to decide to keep Count Tilly as my flagship, either. She’s more fragile than a battleship, but battlecruisers are going to draw a hell of a lot less fire than the battleships are, too!

He smiled at the thought, then turned and walked back to his command chair.

Rear Admiral Tennard waited tautly as the range continued to drop. He’d gone out to meet the Peeps, then turned to decelerate back the way he’d come. The range was down to only a little more than six-point-seven million kilometers now, and he was letting it drop by a steady eight hundred KPS. They’d be in long missile range in a little over four minutes, at which point he would attack and then increase his accel to hold the range open as long as possible.

“Stand by to launch,” he said in a firm, quiet voice.

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“Recommend we deploy the pods, Citizen Admiral,” Shannon Foraker said. The tension everyone else felt burned in her voice, as well, but on her it had a curious effect. It was almost as if this tension were a familiar one—even a welcome one—which displaced that other tension which had gripped her for so long. In that moment, she sounded more like Lester Tourville’s old tac witch than she had since Honor Harrington’s capture, and he turned his head to look at her. She glanced up, as if she felt his eyes upon her, and then, to his astonishment, she actually smiled and winked at him!

“Recommendation approved, Citizen Commander,” he told her, and Citizen Lieutenant Frasier passed the order over the intership net.

“Sir! Admiral Tennard, they’re—”

“I see it,” Tennard said, and the sound of his own voice surprised him. It was even, almost relaxed, when every cell of his brain screamed his fatal mistake at him. It hadn’t even occurred to him that they might have held their pods inside their wedges, and it should have. Such a simple thing to do… and he’d never seen it coming, never even considered it.