“But leaving all of that aside, if they really expected to be going back to war any time soon, I can’t believe that even the High Ridge Government would be building down their navy to the extent all of our intelligence reports seem to indicate.”

It was Theisman’s turn to nod. Given her position in command of Bolthole, Foraker was in the pipeline for any scraps of intelligence about Manticoran building policies and technology.

“If they seriously anticipated resuming combat operations,” she pointed out, “they certainly wouldn’t be delaying construction of the ships they’d need to fight the war. They may not realize that by doing so they’re giving us an opportunity to build up a counterweight, but even assuming our security has held as well as we hope, they’d want as great a margin of superiority as they could get. Remember, their Eighth Fleet was the only real spearhead they had, and now that they’ve deactivated it and reassigned its wall to Third Fleet—not to mention scrapping and mothballing their pre-pod wall of battle so enthusiastically—their spearhead is a lot shorter than it was. As I see it, the fact that they’re busy systematically reducing their margin of superiority even over the wall of battle we hope they think is all we have is the best possible indication that they think the war is effectively over.”

“I see.” Theisman regarded her for a moment. “And I think I generally agree with you, as well. But tell me, Shannon—if the Manties did plan on retaining all of the occupied planets and systems, would you be in favor of resuming operations against them if what you’ve been building out here really does level the tactical balance?”

“Do you mean me, personally, Sir? Or are you asking what I think the government’s policy should be?”

“Either—or both.”

She thought about it very carefully, taking her time, and her expression was almost surprised when she decided how to reply.

“Do you know, Sir, I never really thought that hard about it. But now that you ask, I think probably I would be in favor.” She shook her head, obviously bemused by her own conclusion. “I never thought I’d say that, but it’s true. Maybe part of it’s patriotism, and maybe part of it’s a desire for revenge—to get some of our own back after how completely they kicked our butts. And much as I hate to admit it, maybe part of it’s a desire to see how my new hardware would actually perform.”

“I’m afraid you’re not alone, whatever the reason you feel that way,” he told her somberly. “Personally, I think it would be insane for us to go back to war with the Star Kingdom under almost any circumstances I can imagine. Even if Bolthole lets us meet them with something like technical parity, our experience over the last fifteen years should certainly indicate to anyone with the brains of an amoeba that the cost—for both sides—would be enormous. But one of the things the President and I have to be aware of is that there’s a huge residual anger at the ‘enemy’ we’ve been fighting for so long, not only in the Navy but in the electorate, as well. That’s why Giancola scares us. We’re afraid his demand for a more confrontational foreign policy will resonate with that anger and hatred. That it could actually, God help us all, create a fresh public support for resuming the war. And if we can’t get the stupid Manties to at least put some sort of serious, permanent peace proposal on the table, they’re playing directly into the hands of the idiots on our side of the line who want to go back to war with them.