“What?” It was Honor’s turn to feel confused. “I don’t know what happened nine months ago, Commander, but we’ve been on Hell for a T-year and a half, and Commodore McKeon and his people blew Tepes up before we ever landed!”

“A year and a—?” Ainspan blinked, then stopped again, thinking furiously, and Honor turned to look at her subordinates at last. McKeon still seemed almost too stunned for coherent thought, but Ramirez and Benson looked just as perplexed by Ainspan’s odd behavior as Honor felt.

“I guess that would make sense,” he said finally, and Honor frowned.

“What would make sense, Commander?” she asked rather more sharply than she’d meant to, and he gave himself a shake.

“I’m sorry, Milady. It’s just that I never expected— I mean, we all thought— And Commander Metcalf didn’t even mention your name to me until just before we grounded, so I didn’t—” He stopped again, drew a deep breath, and visibly got a grip on himself. “Lady Harrington, the reason we thought you were dead is that the Peeps told everyone you were. More than that, they broadcast the video of your execution over INS.”

“They what?” Honor stared at him in disbelief.

“They broadcast the video of your execution—your hanging—Ma’am,” Ainspan said. “They said they’d executed you for that business on Basilisk Station, and they showed everyone the imagery to prove it.”

“But why?” Surprise startled the question out of Honor, but she knew it was a foolish one even as she asked it. Ainspan couldn’t possibly know why they’d done it. He hadn’t even known she was alive until Metcalf told him!

“Actually,” Jesus Ramirez said slowly, “it could even make a kind of sense, in a sick, Peep-minded sort of way.”

“Sense?” Honor turned to him, still grappling with the news, and a darker thought hit her with sudden, sickening force. Her parents! If the Peeps had broadcast her “hanging” and done it so realistically that no one in the Alliance had even questioned it, then her mother and father must have seen—

“In a way,” Ramirez repeated. His voice jerked her free of the horrifying image of her parents watching her “death” on HV, and she felt a stab of gratitude so powerful it was almost painful. She clung to his words, using them as a shield against her mother’s and—especially!—her father’s probable reaction to that imagery and nodded choppily for him to go on.

“You hadn’t heard anything about the Tepes, had you, Commander?” the San Martino asked Ainspan, and the Manticoran shook his head. “Then I suspect that’s the explanation, Honor,” Ramirez said, turning back to her. “They think you are dead, as well as Alistair and anyone else who was with you and could ever dispute their version of what happened. And they damned well wouldn’t want to admit that twenty or thirty POWs broke out of StateSec custody and blew an entire battlecruiser to hell in the process! Even announcing that they’d destroyed your shuttle as you ‘fled’ wouldn’t make up for the kind of black eye that would give them—and especially if this Ransom was aboard her at the time. So they decided to cover it all up and carry through with your execution for the record because they’d already told everyone they were going to and it was one way to keep anyone from continuing to ask questions about you. Which meant they still had to explain what had happened to Ransom and her ship, so they announced her death after they’d had time to decide exactly how they wanted to handle the fallout. And when no one would have any reason at all to associate her death with yours.” He snorted bitterly. “Legislaturalist or ‘New Order,’ Public Information’s thinking doesn’t seem to change very much, does it?”