“I don’t like it at all,” he went on. “What the hell do the Andies think they’re doing?” He looked pointedly at Jurgensen, and the admiral shrugged.

“The information we’ve been able to put together so far is still pretty self-contradictory,” he said. “In the absence of any official explanations—or demands—from their foreign minister, all we can do is guess about their final intentions.”

“I realize that, Francis.” Janacek spoke mildly, but his eyes narrowed. “On the other hand, you are the head of the Office of Naval Intelligence. Doesn’t that mean you’re sort of in charge of guessing about these things?”

“Yes, it does,” Jurgensen replied calmly. “I simply wanted it on the record that our analysts are scarcely in possession of the sort of hard information which would allow us to make definite projections of the Andermani’s intentions.”

He regarded the First Lord levelly, with the confidence of decades of experience in seeing to it that his posterior was safely covered before sticking his neck out. He waited until Janacek nodded understanding of the qualification, then shrugged again.

“Bearing that proviso in mind,” he said then, “it does appear that the Andies are engaged in a systematic redeployment intended to encircle Sidemore Station from the north and northeast, interposing between the station and the rest of the Confederacy. We have no indications as yet that Emperor Gustav is contemplating any sort of operations against us, although that possibility can never be completely discounted. It seems more likely, however, that what he has in mind—so far, at least—is basically to put on a show of force.”

“A show of force to accomplish what?” Chakrabarti asked.

“There’s a lot of debate about that,” Jurgensen told him. “The majority opinion at the moment is that the Andies will probably be approaching us sometime soon through diplomatic channels to put forward territorial claims in Silesia.”

“Bastards,” Janacek said conversationally, and grimaced. “Still, I suppose it makes sense. They’ve had their eye on Silesia for as long as I can remember. I can’t say I’m surprised to hear that the opportunistic sons-of-bitches think the time has come to start carving off the choicer bits.”

“We’ve made our position on that quite clear, historically speaking,” Chakrabarti observed, and cocked his head at the First Lord.

“And that position hasn’t changed—yet,” Janacek replied.

“Will it?” Chakrabarti asked with atypical bluntness, and it was Janacek’s turn to shrug.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “That decision would have to be made at the Cabinet level. At this point, however, and absent any instructions to the contrary, our policy remains unchanged. Her Majesty’s Government—” he used the phrase without even a flicker of irony “—is not prepared to accept any acquisition of territory, by the Andermani Empire or anyone else, at the expense of the present government of the Silesian Confederacy.”

“In that case,” Chakrabarti said pragmatically, “we probably ought to reinforce Sidemore to offset this ‘show of force’ of Francis’s.”

“It’s not my show of force, Simon,” Jurgensen calmly corrected.