“If they’re all newcomers, we don’t need ’Commander Ragman’s’ familiar face, so let’s get Harkness’ artificial person out of there and replace it with a live human being,” she said. “Who do we have who sounds like a Peep?”

“You’ve got me, Dame Honor,” another voice said quietly, and Honor turned towards it in surprise. Warner Caslet smiled crookedly and walked towards her from where he’d stood unobtrusively against one wall.

“Are you sure about that, Warner?” She spoke even more quietly than he had and felt a dozen other people fighting the urge to turn and look at the two of them.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He met her single working eye levelly, and she and Nimitz tasted the sincerity and certainty at his core. He was hardly what she would call calm, but for the first time since their arrival on Hell, she felt no doubt at all in him, and the ’cat sat straighter in the bend of her elbow to consider the Citizen Commander with bright green eyes.

“May I ask why?” she inquired gently, and he smiled again, more crookedly than ever.

“Admiral Parnell is right, Ma’am,” he said simply. “I can’t go home because the butchers running my country won’t let me. Which means the only thing I can do for the Republic is fight it from the outside. Didn’t someone once say that we always hurt the one we love?”

The tone was humorous; the emotions behind it were not, and Honor wanted to weep for him.

“And if the Committee and State Security are overthrown?” she asked. “You’re starting down a dangerous slope, Warner. Even if the ‘butchers’ are thrown out of office, the people who replace them will probably never trust you again. Might even consider you a traitor.”

“I’ve thought about that,” he agreed. “And you’re right. If I cross the line to active collaboration with you, I’ll never be able to go home. But if I don’t cross it, all that’s left for me would be to stand around doing nothing, and I’ve discovered I can’t do that.” Honor felt a stab of surprise as he echoed her own thoughts of only moments before, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“That’s the downside of the freedom of choice Admiral Parnell was talking about,” he went on. “Once you’ve got it, you can’t live with yourself very comfortably if you refuse to exercise it.” He drew a deep breath, and his smile turned almost natural. “Besides, I’ve heard a lot about Captain Yu from Admiral Parnell in the last few weeks. If he could have the guts to not only take service with the Allies but actually go back to Grayson to do it, then so can I, by God! If you’ll let me, of course.”

Honor gazed at him for several seconds while silence hovered in the control room. She felt the emotions of the watch personnel beating in on her, and at least a third of them were convinced she’d have to be out of her mind even to contemplate trusting him so deeply. But Benson, Tremaine, and Harkness—the three people present, besides Honor, who knew Caslet best—were almost completely calm about the possibility. And Honor herself hesitated not because she distrusted Caslet in any way, but because she sensed at least a little of what this decision would cost him.