There was, Honor reflected, something frightening about the complete calm with which Lady Emily delivered that final sentence.

“The only possible reply I can see,” White Haven’s wife continued “is to turn the hook for their entire attack against them. Not to mount a defense so much as to take the war to them, for a change.”

Honor sat up straighter on the bench, leaning forward with the first faint flickers of hope as she tasted Emily’s resolution.

“I don’t wish to sound vain,” the countess said, “but it would be foolish for me to pretend not to know that, like you and Hamish, although for different reasons, I enjoy a unique status with the Manticoran public. I’ve seen enough of you on HD, and heard enough about you from others, to know you sometimes find your public stature more than a little embarrassing and exaggerated. Mine often strikes me the same way, but it exists, and it’s the reason High Ridge and his flunkies have been able to attack you and Hamish so effectively.

“But the key to their entire position is to portray me as a ‘wronged woman’ as the result of your alleged actions. The public’s anger has been generated not because you and Hamish might have had an affair, but because Hamish and I married in the Church, in a sacrament we’ve never renounced or altered which pledged us to honor a monogamous marriage. And because you’re a naval officer, not a registered courtesan. If you were an RC, the public might resent any relationship between you and Hamish on my behalf, but no one would consider that either of you had ‘betrayed’ me or our marriage. But you aren’t an RC, and that lets them portray any affair between the two of you as a direct attack upon me. You and he have already issued statements of denial, and you were wise to let those initial statements stand without the sort of repeated denials which so many people would consider little more than sure proof of guilt. You were also wise to avoid the rather disgusting tactic of claiming that even if you’d been guilty, ‘everyone’ does it. I know some of your advisors must have suggested that approach as a way to brush off the seriousness of your alleged offense, but any move in that direction would have been tantamount to admitting that the charges were justified. Yet even though you’ve issued your denials with dignity and as calmly and effectively as you possibly could have, they haven’t been enough. So I believe it’s time to move to the next level of counterattack.”

“Counterattack?” Honor asked.

“Precisely.” Emily nodded firmly. “As you may know, I virtually never leave White Haven these days. I doubt that I’ve been off the grounds more than three times in the last T-year, because I love it here. And, frankly, because I find the rest of the world entirely too fatiguing.”

“But that’s about to change. The Government hacks who have been so busily raping you and Hamish in their columns have used me to do it. So I’ve already informed Willie that I’ll be in Landing next week. I’ll be staying at our house in the capital for a month or two, and I shall be entertaining for the first time in decades, albeit on a small scale. And I will make it my personal business to be certain everyone knows that I know there isn’t a shred of truth to the allegations that you and Hamish have ever slept together. I’ll also make it my business to inform anyone who asks—and, for that matter, anyone who doesn’t ask—that I consider you a personal friend in my own right and a close political colleague of my husband. I imagine it will become at least a little more difficult for those assassins to spread their poison if the ‘wronged woman’ announces to the entire galaxy that she isn’t wronged and never has been.”